Dark dense volumes of impenetrable smoke now roll over on the lee side of the islet, and shroud the hunters.

At times vast sheets of lurid flames bursting forth, roaring, crackling and exploding, leap wildly far above the tall reeds.

Out rush the terrified animals, and amid the smoke are seen the excited hunters dancing about with frantic gesticulations, and hurling stick, spear, and arrow at their burned out victims.

Kites hover over the smoke, ready to pounce on the mantis and locusts as they spring from the fire.

Small crows and hundreds of swallows are on eager wing, darting into the smoke and out again, seizing fugitive flies.