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Updated: June 26, 2025
You look like a lady one meets walking by a haunted well in some old Arthurian tale." "Hush!" said Beatrice, "listen to the night-jar. He is worth a hundred nightingales." "Yes; what a passion is that!" said Antony, "so sincere, and yet so fascinating too." "'Yet, do you say, Antony? Why, sincerity is the most fascinating thing in the world."
Already the noisy crickets and tree beetles were humming in the boughs above our heads, and the voices of the bird folk had died down one by one until now the monotonous note of the night-jar alone smote upon our ears.
The birds that lived in the wood had broken out into sudden singing as she stole in, hungry for silence, passionate to be alone; and at the foot of every tree she cried "Hush! Hush!" to the bedtime nests. When all but one were still, she slipped the hood from her face and listened to her own bird, the night-jar, toiling at his hopeless love from a bough on which already hung a little star.
One evening they were sitting in the warm dusk by the edge of a little dip of heather sheltered by a tuft of broom, when suddenly they heard the purring sound of the night-jar and immediately after the bird itself lurched past them, and as it disappeared into the darkness they caught several times the characteristic click of the wing. Catherine raised her hand and laid it on Robert's.
But a night march through the forest is even more depressing, when the soft pat of bare feet, the snapping of a dry twig, a whispered word of warning or advice, the dull deep note of the night-jar, and the ticking of the tree insects alone break the stillness.
So Sona brought all the villagers to the jungle and the night-jar and jackal sat side by side on a stone. Then Sona asked the villagers whether they would let him take away the calf or no, and they persisted in their previous opinion. At last one man said, "What are your advocates doing? it seems to me that they are asleep."
No; the geranium flowers by a lantern look black, while the leaves look green. If you don't believe me, we will try. But why is that? Why, I cannot tell: and how, you had best ask Professor Tyndall, if you ever have the honour of meeting him. But now hark to the mowing-machine, humming like a giant night-jar.
One evening they were sitting in the warm dusk by the edge of a little dip of heather sheltered by a tuft of broom, when suddenly they heard the purring sound of the night-jar, and immediately after the bird itself lurched past them, and as it disappeared into the darkness they caught several times the characteristic click of the wing. Catherine raised her hand and laid it on Robert's.
Then Sona said that he would call someone to argue the matter and he went away meaning to get some men from the next village: but he lost his way in the jungle and as he went along a night-jar flew up from under his feet; he called out to it to stay as he was in great distress, and the bird alighted and asked what was the matter, and Sona told it his trouble.
The two figures amid the rows of the marked garden paused, in the enveloping dusk, and leaned on their hoes, and listened a low, peevish whistle, like the call of a night-jar, on the plain, came to them. Presently the call repeated itself three wavering notes and they shouldered their hoes and moved toward the little house. The old man emerged from the gloom, coming toward them.
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