"Stop your noise." After that they gave Kathlyn's dog tent plenty of room.
One day, in the heart of a natural clearing, she saw a tree.

Its blossoms and leaves were as scarlet as the seeds of a pomegranate.
"Oh, how beautiful! What is it, Rao ?" "The flame of the jungle, Mem-sahib.

It is good luck to see it on a journey." About the tree darted gay parrakeets and fat green parrots.

The green plumage of the birds against the brilliant scarlet of the tree was indescribably beautiful.

Everywhere was life, everywhere was color.
Once, as the natives seated themselves of the evening round their dung fire while Kathlyn busied with the tea over a wood fire, a tiger roared near by.