We were very cautious, for fear of reptiles or other dangerous animals, allowing Flora to precede us.

When we got near, she darted furiously among the bushes, and out flew a troop of beautiful flamingoes, and soared into the air.

Fritz, always ready, fired at them.
Two fell; one quite dead, the other, slightly wounded in the wing, made use of its long legs so well that it would have escaped, if Flora had not seized it and held it till I came up to take possession.

The joy of Fritz was extreme, to have this beautiful creature alive.

He thought at once of curing its wound, and domesticating it with our own poultry.
"What splendid plumage!" said Ernest; "and you see he is web-footed, like the goose, and has long legs like the stork; thus he can run as fast on land as he can swim in the water," "Yes," said I, "and fly as quickly in the air.