than most fishes.' So Thuggai asked him, and Guddhu stripped some pieces
of bark off a tree, and placed them on top of the smouldering ashes.
Then he knelt by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while,
till slowly the feeble red glow became a little stronger and the edges
of the bark showed signs of curling up. When the rest of the tribe saw
this they pressed close, keeping their backs towards the piercing wind,
but Guddhu told them they must go to the other side, as he wanted the
wind to fan his fire. By and bye the spark grew into a flame, and a
merry crackling was heard.

'More wood,' cried Guddhu, and they all ran and gathered wood and heaped
it on the flames, which leaped and roared and sputtered.

'We shall soon be warm now,' said the people one to another. 'Truly
Guddhu is great'; and they crowded round again, closer and closer.
Suddenly, with a shriek, a blast of wind swept down from the hills and
blew the fire out towards them. They sprang back hurriedly, quite
forgetting where they stood, and all fell down the bank, each tumbling
over the other, till they rolled into the pool that lay below. Oh, how
cold it was in that dark water on which the sun never shone! Then in an
instant they felt warm again, for the fire, driven by the strong wind,
had followed them right down to the bottom of the pool, where it burned
as brightly as ever. And the fishes gathered round it as they had done
on the top of the cliff, and found the flames as hot as before, and that
fire never went out, like those upon land, but kept burning for ever. So
now you know why, if you dive deep down below the cold surface of the
water on a frosty day, you will find it comfortable and pleasant
underneath, and be quite sorry that you cannot stay there.

Australian 'Folk' Tale.

_THE WONDERFUL TUNE_

MAURICE CONNOR was the king, and that's no small word, of all the pipers
in Munster. He could play jig and reel without end, and Ollistrum's
March, and the Eagle's Whistle, and the Hen's Concert, and odd tunes of
every sort and kind. But he knew one far more surprising than the rest,
which had in it the power to set everything dead or alive dancing.

In what way he learned it is beyond my knowledge, for he was mighty
cautious about telling how he came by so wonderful a tune. At the very
first note of that tune the shoes began shaking upon the feet of all who
heard it--old or young, it mattered not--just as if the shoes had