We were very much impressed with the regularity and order of this colony.

The island seemed to be apportioned out into squares, of which each penguin possessed one, and sat in stiff solemnity in the middle of it, or took a slow march up and down the spaces between.

Some were hatching their eggs, but others were feeding their young ones in a manner that caused us to laugh not a little.

The mother stood on a mound or raised rock, while the young one stood patiently below her on the ground.

Suddenly the mother raised her head and uttered a series of the most discordant cackling sounds.
"She's going to choke," cried Peterkin.
But this was not the case, although, I confess, she looked like it.