The Silken East v
As the shadows lengthen, a cool air blows upon the river, the forest is pierced by long shafts of light, peacocks sun their plumage on the sands, wildfowl come out to feed, and monkeys run along the shores. Still later the crickets cheep, and the shrill call of the peacock is supplanted by the raucous barking of deer.
TIMBER AGROUND IN THE YUNZALIN
The stars shine out, first one by one, and then in a great company ; musk odours fill the air.
There are no hamlets now in sight, for I have come into the very heart of the jungle. Its fascination is immense, but incommunicable. There is the cry of the peacock ! If you have heard it only in an English park, how shall you judge of its attraction