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…the sweet soaring cry of gibbons, black, white, swift and smart swinging against the canopy green; the faint singing of old ladies making mats by flickering gum-candlelight; the echoing murmur of wind sniffling out of the cold, mist-laden mountain cliffs down onto the plain below; these and many, many, other noises (tree crash, cicada buzz, mongoose chuckle, the whistle of the blood-red and black hill partridge, grasshoppers, a million moving termites, piglets, bat swing, goat laugh, eagle owl, and the legendary noises of the enspirited night – to name a few others)…

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