Robert, from whom the feeling of danger departed for the moment, was almost tempted into?
a doze by the warmth of the thicket and the long peace.

His impressions, the pictures that passed before his mental and physical eye, were confused but agreeable.

He was lying on a soft bank of turf that sloped up to a huge fallen trunk, and warm, soothing winds stole about among the boughs, rustling the leaves musically.

The birds were singing in increased volume, and, though his eyes were half veiled by drooping lids, he saw them on many boughs.
"'Tis not their daily concert," he said to Tayoga "In very truth it must be their grand, annual affair I believe that a great group on our right is singing against another equally great group on our left.

I can't recall having heard ever before such a volume of song in the woods.