Chapter 11 THE BIRD

"Softly a winged thing

Floats across the sky,

And earth from slumber waketh

And looketh up on high,

Sees it is only a bird-

A great white bird-

That floating thro' the darkness undisturbed

Floats on, and on, and on."

Late sleeping in a tent is rather a difficult feat as the morning sun seems to spy out the sleeper's eyes and