“He
jumped
down the
crevice”
(p. 20).
is so seldom visited that, should you look in the very largest atlas, the probability is you would not find it. It is hemmed in by a natural rampart of high mountains, and the country beyond is full of fissures, and clefts, and chasms dangerous and treacherous. Solitary, inaccessible, under the light of garish sun or silver moon, in the heat of summer or cold of winter, the jolliwog might well smile a smile expressive of peace and security, as he basked by the side of a big crevice close to his home. Yes! he smiled, and closed his eyes in sleep.
But he would not have felt so comfortable had he been aware of the threatened danger, for the stork with its rider flew overhead, keeping a sharp look-out below. To and fro, and hither and thither, they had gone, and every inch of ground they had narrowly examined, but never a sign of the jolliwog ! They were tired and almost ready to give it up, when the bird spied the object of their search, and giving the maker of shadows the joyful news, swooped downwards.
