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3.30 a.m.—Chorus by his neighbours, high and low, mingling the treble of the Bantam with the Brahma's thorough bass.
4 a.m.—Twittering of swallows, and chirping of early birds, before they go to catch their worms.
4.45 a.m.—Meeting of two natives, of course just under your window, who converse in a stage-whisper at the tip-top of their voices.
5 a.m.—Stampede of fishermen, returning from their night's work in their heavy boots.
6 a.m.—Start of shrimpers, barefooted, but occasionally bawling.
7 a.m.—Shutters taken down, and small boys sally forth and shout to one another from the two ends of the street.
ENJOYING THE HEIGHT OF THE SEAS-ON
7.15 a.m.—"So-holes! fine fresh so-holes!"