. St. Nikolaus [Serial]. ter astifling, atemlos Nacht, stieg die Sonne wie eine tolle rote Kugel, wachsende heißer und härter als in den Himmeln heascended, bis am Mittag die airscorched das Fleisch wie der Knall von einem Pelz - Nace. Auch die Blätter der Hardy Gummi - treesrustled und knisterte und mit theintense Hitze verdorrt, während das Sandelholz - Bäume, Sträucher, thewattle und cassia mit jedem smallertree und Strauch, Herabhängende, deren Blätter hanginglimp und leblos. Die wilden Vögel, mit offenem Mund und nach Luft schnappend, in dem riesigen Gummi met-Baum, der in formeryears dankbar Schatten geleistet hatte; es gab keine butnow shelt

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. ter astifling, breathless night, the sun rose like agreat red ball, growing hotter and fiercer as heascended in the heavens, until at noon the airscorched the flesh like the blast from a fur-nace. Even the leaves of the hardy gum-treesrustled and crackled and withered with theintense heat, while the sandalwood-trees, thewattle and cassia bushes, with each smallertree and shrub, drooped, their leaves hanginglimp and lifeless. The wild birds, open-mouthed and gasping, met in the giant gum-tree, which in formeryears had afforded them grateful shade; butnow it gave no shelter, for its leaves stood onedge and the burning sun-rays filtered through.Even the eagle-hawk was subdued. With partedbeak and outspread wings, he balanced hisbody on a stout bough and glanced uncaringat his feathered prey, for well he knew the hotblood of birds would not ease this raging thirst.Following the eagle-hawks eye, the crowlooked down with a sinister smile upon thebirds panting on every branch. All were there:. Laughing Jack in hisbrown coat, his boister-ous merriment stilled.The magpie, his black-and-white dress, usually so spickand span, now dingy and ruf-fled, for what bird could carehow he looked in such wea-ther? At dawn he had trieda note or two of his glo-rious morning song, butsoon quavered off intosilence. Perched on atwig in his pretty garmentof soft, eucalyptus green, was little Silvereye, thedaring bird who persistently refused to be scaredaway when a gun was fired, but kept his placein the branches, trusting to his coat concealinghim among the leaves which he resembled soclosely; instead, he would turn a merry, silver-rimmed eye toward the hunter as though invit-ing another shot. Seated near their brown cousins of the plainswere the pretty blue wrens, their lovely dress, brilliant azure on the male, more somber on thefemale, making a bright spot of color. The cooloody, a smaller and less aggressive copyof Laughing Jack, was perched beside the dull-coated

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