“I’ve got rather a nice bit,” resumed Clovis with unruffled serenity, “giving an evening scene on the outskirts of a jungle village:

‘Where the coiled cobra in the gloaming gloats,

And prowling panthers stalk the wary goats.’ ”

‘Where the coiled cobra in the gloaming gloats, And prowling panthers stalk the wary goats.’ ”