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"'Sing about the night; I'm the owl. 'You could not see for the light, Stupid fowl. 'Oh! the moon! and the dew! And the shadows! tu-whoo! "The owl spread out his silent, soft, sly wings, and lighting between Tricksey-Wee and Buffy-Bob, nearly smothered them, closing up one under each wing. It was like being buried in a down bed.
The other voice comes when night has descended and the valley below is blotted out by the darkness. Then from the copse beyond the orchard there sounds the mournful threnody of the owl. The day is over, he says, and all is lost. "Tu-whit, tu-whoo." I only am left to tell the end of all things. "Tu-whit, tu-whoo." I've told it all before a thousand times, but you wouldn't believe me.
We're slackers and slouchers and the Germans are too many for us. Tu-whit, tu-whoo. They're on the way to India and Egypt, and nothing will stop them. All, all is lost." But I notice that they enjoy a beef-steak as much as anybody, and do not refuse their soup though they salt it with their tears. I like that story of Stonewall Jackson and the owl.
Then with a shrill "Tu-whit! tu-whoo!" it vanished into the forest. When the princess did not return to the palace, and all search after her proved utterly vain, the poor old king fell into a state of the deepest melancholy, and spent most of his time in the summer-house, bewailing the mysterious loss of his only child. One day, many months afterwards, he wandered into the forest.
"Tu-whit, tu-whoo ... Tu-whit, tu-whoo ... Tu-whit, tu-whoo...." A cheerless fellow. Some people find him an intolerable companion. I was talking at dinner in London a few nights ago to a woman who has a house in Sussex, and I found that she had not been there for some time. "I used to find the owl endurable," said she, "but since the war I have found him unbearable.
Never shirk! There is work for you, Work for all to do! Happy they who do it, They that shirk shall rue it!" And after their long swim around the lake, the Joblilies came back to Duck Point again, and climbed out on the lily leaves. No sooner had Larkin seated himself with the rest than he heard a great owl cry, "Tu-whit! tu-whoo!"
I shall go to bed and leave you to Gummidge in the trees until the sun comes up and tells you what a dismal fraud you are. "Tu-whit, tu-whoo," hoots the owl back at me. Yes, my dear sir, but you said that last night, and you have been saying it every night I have known you, and always the sun comes up and the spring comes round again and the flowers bloom, and the fields are golden with harvest.
She really enjoyed being miserable and making everybody about her miserable. I have known such people, and I daresay you have known them, too people who nurse unhappiness with the passion of a miser. They are having the time of their lives now. They go about saying, "Tu-whit, tu-whoo! The Russians are beaten again, or if they are not beaten they will be. Tu-whit, tu-whoo!
She had been changed into a nightingale, who was singing 'jug, jug. A night-owl with glowing eyes flew three times round her, and screeched three times 'tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo. Joringel could not stir; he stood there like a stone; he could not weep, or speak, or move hand or foot.
Their feathers were quite stiff with rime, but they did not mind, and they rolled their large yellow eyes, and called out to each other across the forest, 'Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! what delightful weather we are having! On and on went the two Woodcutters, blowing lustily upon their fingers, and stamping with their huge iron-shod boots upon the caked snow.
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