The air was full of bird- calls, of the musical ripple of waters, of the hum of the forest moved by the morning wind.
By-and-by, however, the sun got to work in earnest, and the pleasure went out of the watching as the air grew hot and steamy.

The sand- flies and the mosquitoes found them out, and blessed the day that brought two tender white boys into their very midst.

They gathered to the feast in clouds, but these boys were not there for the fun of the thing.

They drew gossamer veils over the brims of their felt hats, and gathered them in about their necks.

They pulled their soft high boots up to their knees and secured them there; and, moreover, they smeared an abomination of grease and eucalyptus oil over their hands.