ftly responded the echo, and almost in the same breath a
harsh voice, apparently close at hand, and which was evidently not an
echo, cried out, "Hillioh--oh!"

We started, and gazed around us, and at each other, in astonishment, but
we could see nothing from which this strange exclamation could proceed.

"That," said Johnny, in a trembling whisper, and seizing Browne's hand,
"that is the voice of the wild Frenchman I heard in the woods near
Castle-hill."

"Yes," answered Max, gravely, "who knows but there are cannibals here?
You had better be careful, Johnny, how you hurrah in the woods." Max's
manner made me suspect that he possessed some clue to the mystery which
the rest of us lacked.

"I don't care," answered Johnny, stoutly, while the apprehensive glances
which he cast around on every side, hardly agreed with his valiant
words, "I shall hurrah in spite of all the savages on the island."

"Hillioh!--Hillioh!" yelled the same voice, more fiercely than before.

Max burst into a fit of laughter, when following the direction of his
eye, we looked up, and espied an enormous parrot perched upon a purau
branch, directly over our heads, from which he eyed us with a disdainful
and truculent air.

"There's your wild Frenchman at last, Johnny," said Max, "I expect he'll
call us to account presently for our treatment of his hat."

"Don't give up de sheep!" screamed the parrot.

"Come," said Max, "what's the use of trying to talk English: it's quite
plain you're a Parly-vous."

"Vive l'empereur!" shrieked the parrot.

"No doubt you can give us a song, monsieur," pursued Max; "favour us
with `Polly put the kettle on,' s'il vous plait."

The bird twisted his head round, as though giving earnest attention to
what was said; then, after a moment, which from his wise look seemed to
be occupied in profoundly considering the reasonableness of the request,
he burst forth with--

"Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivee!"

Shrieking out the two lines as though they composed a single word.
Apparently satisfied with this display of his accomplishments, he spread
his wings, and flew heavily across the lake, alighting not far from the
shore, whence we could hear him occasionally uttering a shrill cry.

"Do you see where the parrot is now?" inquired Morton of me, a moment
afterwards.

"Yes, I see his green feathers among the foliage, but not very
distinctly."

"Unless I am much mistaken," pursued he