n, he still cried, 'Mamma! mamma! papa! papa! Oh, come, oh,
come to Edwy!'--and he kept up his cry from time to time as he found
breath to utter it, till his young voice began to be returned in a sort
of hollow murmur.

"When first he observed this, he was even more frightened than before;
he stood and looked round, and then he turned with his back towards the
hut, and ran and ran again, till he got deeper amongst the rocks. He
stopped again, for the high black banks frightened him still more, and
setting up his young voice he called again, and his call was the same
as before.

"He had scarcely finished his cry, when a voice, from whence he knew
not, seemed to answer him; it said, 'Come, come to Edwy;' it said it
once, it said it twice, it said it a third time, but it seemed each
time more distant.

"The child looked up, the child looked round, he could never describe
what he felt; but in his great agitation he cried more loudly, 'Oh,
papa! mamma! Come, come to poor Edwy!' It was an echo, the echo of the
rocks which repeated the words of the child; and the more loudly he
spoke, the more perfect was the echo; but he could catch only the few
last words; this time he only heard, 'Poor, poor Edwy!' Edwy had not
lost all recollection of some far distant happy home, and of some kind
parents far away; and now at that minute he believed that what the echo
said came from them, and that they were calling to him, and saying,
'Poor, poor Edwy!' But where were those who called to him? alas! he
could not tell. Were they in the holes in the rocks?--his mind was then
used to the notion of people living in caves--or were they at the top
of the rocks? or were they up high in the blue bright heavens?

"It would have been a sorrowful sight to behold that pretty boy
looking up at the rocks and the sky, and down among the reeds, and
sedges, and alders by the side of the brook, for some persons to whom
the voice might belong; in hopes of seeing that same lady he sometimes
dreamed of, and that kind gentleman he used to call papa; and to see
how the tears gushed from his eyes when he could not find anyone.

"After a while he called again, and called louder still. 'Come, come,'
was his cry again, 'Edwy is lost! lost! lost!' Echo repeated the last
words as before, 'Lost! lost! lost!' and now the voice sounded from
behind him, for he had moved round a corner of a rock.

"The child heard the voice behind, and turned and ran that way; and
sto