The uproar made by these animals, by the females and their young especially, surpasses description.

One would think that herds of cattle were bellowing on the beach.

Neither difficulty nor danger attends the capture, or at least the slaughter of the marine beasts.

The sealers kill them with a blow of a club when they are lying in the sands on the strand.

These are the special features that differentiate Scandinavia from the Falklands, not to speak of the infinite number of birds which rose on my approach, grebe, cormorants, black-headed swans, and above all, tribes of penguins, of which hundreds of thousands are massacred every year.
One day, when the air was filled with a sound of braying, sufficient to deafen one, I asked an old sailor belonging to Port Egmont,-- "Are there asses about here ?" "Sir," he replied, "those are not asses that you hear, but penguins." The asses themselves, had any been there, would have been deceived by the braying of these stupid birds.