Sometime Like an Echo.

Otago Witness, Issue 2803, 4 December 1907, Page 91

Sometime Like an Echo.

Cousin Jonathan, having waxed rich as' a Chicago packer of foodstuffs, had come to England to buy a castle and respectability. His " castle, like everything else which was his, "licked creation." The day he entered into possession he showed his new English friends over the grounds, and called their attention to a remarkable echo, which, he said, he had created himself by a rearrangement of the rockeries and hillocks. "Stand under this rock and shout," he proceeded, "and the echo will answer four distinct times, with an interval of two minutes between answers." One of the visitors was seen to be smiling. " I don't see anything marvellous about tliat," he said quietly. "You should hear the echo at my little place in the Highlands. Before going to bed, which I always do punctually at 11 p.m., I 6tick my head out of the window and yell : ' Time to get up, William ! ' and the echo comes like a clap of thunder and wakes me at 7.15 next morning."