But he never returned, and no message came and no news
could be heard of him, and it was at last concluded that he had lost
his life in that distant part of the country, where there had been
much fighting.
To return to the hailstones. The greatest destruction had fallen on
the wild birds. Before the storm immense numbers of golden plover had
appeared and were in large flocks on the plain. One of our native boys
rode in and offered to get a sackful of plover for the table, and
getting the sack he took me up on his horse behind him. A mile or so
from home we came upon scores of dead plover lying together where they
had been in close flocks, but my companion would not pick up a dead
bird. There were others running about with one wing broken, and these
he went after, leaving me to hold his horse, and catching them would
wring their necks and drop them in the sack. When he had collected two
or three dozen he remounted and we rode back.
Later that morning we heard of one human being, a boy of six, in one
of our poor neighbours' houses, who had lost his life in a curious
way. He was standing in the middle of the room, gazing out at the
falling hail, when a hailstone, cutting through the thatched roof,
struck him on the head and killed him instantly.
CHAPTER VI
SOME BIRD ADVENTURES
Visit to a river on the pampas - A first long walk - Waterfowl - My first
sight of flamingoes - A great dove visitation - Strange tameness of the
birds - Vain attempts at putting salt on their tails - An ethical
question: When is a lie not a lie? - The carancho, a vulture-eagle - Our
pair of caranchos - Their nest in a peach tree - I am ambitious to take
their eggs - The birds' crimes - I am driven off by the birds - The nest
pulled down.
Just before my riding days began in real earnest, when I was not yet
quite confident enough to gallop off alone for miles to see the world
for myself, I had my first long walk on the plain. One of my elder
brothers invited me to accompany him to a water-course, one of the
slow-flowing shallow marshy rivers of the pampas which was but two
miles from home. The thought of the half-wild cattle we would meet
terrified me, but he was anxious for my company that day and assured
me that he could see no herd in that direction and he would be careful
to give a wide berth to anything with horns we might come upon. Then I
joyfully consented and we set out, three of us, to survey the wonders
of a great stream of running water, where bulrushes grew and large
wild birds, never seen by us at home, would be found.
