"My faculties were never keener than now.

Not a fruit can ripen but I find it.

If a small bird darts by with a feather or straw in its bill I mark its flight, and it will be a lucky bird if I do not find its nest in the end.

Could a savage born in the forest do more?
He would starve where I find food!" "Ay, yes, there is nothing wonderful in that," answered the voice.

"The stranger from a cold country suffers less from the heat, when days are hottest, than the Indian who knows no other climate.