And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa, Sobbing, said, "O Chibiabos, Teach me tones as melancholy, Teach me songs as full of sadness!" All the many sounds of nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing; All the hearts of men were softened By the pathos of his music; For he sang of peace and freedom, Sang of beauty, love, and longing; Sang of death, and life undying

Thou nightingale that for six hundred years Sang to the worldO art thou husht at last!

One of its lines tells how a bird of prey "Sang with its horny beak the song of war.

Nobody knows I went in the Kut Sang for sure, and I could drop into Manila to-morrow as Meeker, and not a man the wiser.

'It's a patriotic sang in honour,' Mrs. Pumpherston started to explain 'Ach, woman!'

I even found something queer in the killing of the boatswain of the Kut Sang at the Flagship Bar, and began to wonder if Petrak did not have a hand in the murder, even though he was so ready with a denial when I spoke to him about it.

] "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the werewolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.

I doubt if he'll quit this place as long as he sees a foot of the Kut Sang above water.