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The weltering sun at length compelled me to quit the wood； but not before I had resolved to return the next morning and seek for the spot where I had met with so enchanting an experience。 After crossing the sterile belt I have mentioned within the wood； and just before I came to the open outer edge where the stunted trees and bushes die away on the border of the savannah； what was my delight and astonishment at hearing the mysterious melody once more！ It seemed to issue from a clump of bushes close by； but by this time I had come to the conclusion that there was a ventriloquism in this woodland voice which made it impossible for me to determine its exact direction。 Of one thing I was； however； now quite convinced； and that was that the singer had been following me all the time。 Again and again as I stood there listening it sounded； now so faint and apparently far off as to be scarcely audible； then all at once it would ring out bright and clear within a few yards of me； as if the shy little thing had suddenly grown bold； but； far or near； the vocalist remained invisible； and at length the tantalizing melody ceased altogether。
CHAPTER III
I was not disappointed on my next visit to the forest； nor on several succeeding visits； and this seemed to show that if I was right in believing that these strange； melodious utterances proceeded from one individual； then the bird or being； although still refusing to show itself； was always on the watch for my appearance and followed me wherever I went。 This thought only served to increase my curiosity； I was constantly pondering over the subject； and at last concluded that it would be best to induce one of the Indians to go with me to the wood on the chance of his being able to explain the mystery。
One of the treasures I had managed to preserve in my sojourn with these children of nature； who were always anxious to become possessors of my belongings； was a small prettily fashioned metal match…box； opening with a spring。 Remembering that Kua…ko； among others； had looked at this trifle with covetous eyesthe covetous way in which they all looked at it had given it a fictitious value in my ownI tried to bribe him with the offer of it to accompany me to my favourite haunt。 The brave young hunter refused again and again； but on each occasion he offered to perform some other service or to give me something in exchange for the box。 At last I told him that I would give it to the first person who should accompany me； and fearing that someone would be found valiant enough to win the prize； he at length plucked up a spirit； and on the next day； seeing me going out for a walk； he all at once offered to go with me。 He cunningly tried to get the box before startinghis cunning； poor youth； was not very deep！ I told him that the forest we were about to visit abounded with plants and birds unlike any I had seen elsewhere； that I wished to learn their names and everything about them； and that when I had got the required information the box would be hisnot sooner。 Finally we started； he； as usual； armed with his zabatana； with which； I imagined； he would procure more game than usually fell to his little poisoned arrows。 When we reached the wood I could see that he was ill at ease： nothing would persuade him to go into the deeper parts； and even where it was very open and light he was constantly gazing into bushes and shadowy places； as if expecting to see some frightful creature lying in wait for him。 This behaviour might have had a disquieting effect on me had I not been thoroughly convinced that his fears were purely superstitious and that there could be no dangerous animal in a spot I was accustomed to walk in every day。 My plan was to ramble about with an unconcerned air； occasionally pointing out an uncommon tree or shrub or vine； or calling his attention to a distant bird…cry and asking the bird's name； in the hope that the mysterious voice would make itself heard and that he would be able to give me some explanation of it。 But for upwards of two hours we moved about； hearing nothing except the usual bird voices； and during all that time he never stirred a yard from my side nor made an attempt to capture anything。 At length we sat down under a tree； in an open spot close to the border of the wood。 He sat down very reluctantly； and seemed more troubled in his mind than ever； keeping his eyes continually roving about； while he listened intently to every sound。 The sounds were not few； owing to the abundance of animal and especially of bird life in this favoured spot。 I began to question my companion as to some of the cries we heard。 There were notes and cries familiar to me as the crowing of the cockparrot screams and yelping of toucans； the distant wailing calls of maam and duraquara； and shrill laughter…like notes of the large tree…climber as it passed from tree to tree； the quick whistle of cotingas； and strange throbbing and thrilling sounds； as of pygmies beating on metallic drums； of the skulking pitta…thrushes； and with these mingled other notes less well known。 One came from the treetops； where it was perpetually wandering amid the foliage a low note； repeated at intervals of a few seconds； so thin and mournful and full of mystery that I half expected to hear that it proceeded from the restless ghost of some dead bird。 But no； he only said it was uttered by a 〃little bird〃too little presumably to have a name。 From the foliage of a neighbouring tree came a few tinkling chirps； as of a small mandolin； two or three strings of which had been carelessly struck by the player。 He said that it came from a small green frog that lived in trees； and in this way my rude Indianvexed perhaps at being asked such trivial questionsbrushed away the pretty fantasies my mind had woven in the woodland solitude。 For I often listened to this tinkling music； and it had suggested the idea that the place was frequented by a tribe of fairy…like troubadour monkeys； and that if I could only be quick…sighted enough I might one day be able to detect the minstrel sitting； in a green tunic perhaps； cross…legged on some high； swaying bough； carelessly touching his mandolin； suspended from his neck by a yellow ribbon。
By and by a bird came with low； swift flight； its great tail spread open fan…wise； and perched itself on an exposed bough not thirty yards from us。 It was all of a chestnut…red colour； long…bodied； in size like a big pigeon。 Its actions showed that its curiosity had been greatly excited； for it jerked from side to side； eyeing us first with one eye； then the other； while its long tail rose and fell in a measured way。
〃Look； Kua…ko；〃 I said in a whisper； 〃there is a bird for you to kill。〃
But he only shook his head； still watchful。
〃Give me the blow…pipe； then；〃 I said； with a laugh； putting out my hand to take it。 But he refused to let me take it； knowing that it would only be an arrow wasted if I attempted to shoot anything。
As I persisted in telling him to kill the bird； he at last bent his lips near me and said in a half…whisper； as if fearful of being overheard： 〃I can kill nothing here。 If I shot at the bird； the daughter of the Didi would catch the dart in her