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In every pool wild ducks of different kinds floated about; in the high grass the cranes performed their weird dance of courtship; on the lakes great flocks of swans and geese were swimming; through the swampy places like spots of light moved the brilliantly colored pairs of the Mongolian sacred bird, the turpan or "Lama goose"; on the higher dry places flocks of wild turkey gamboled and fought as they fed; flocks of the salga partridge whistled by; while on the mountain side not far away the wolves lay basking and turning in the lazy warmth of the sun, whining and occasionally barking like playful dogs.
Almost everywhere in Mongolia I met either single pairs or whole flocks of the greyish-yellow prairie partridges, salga or "partridge swallow," so called because they have long sharp tails resembling those of swallows and because their flight also is a close copy of that of the swallow.
*Herodes el Ascalonita*: 'Herod of Askelon'; Bruno's mind, which works in a fashion similar to the working of Sancho's brain in Don Quixote, is searching for a case of extreme cruelty, and he here probably recalls the slaughter of the innocents at the command of Herod. *no sea que salga: para que no sea que salga.*
The wind did not blow and the sun did not move. At such a moment the wolf that is stealing up on the sheep arrests his stealthy crawl; the frightened herd of antelopes suddenly checks its wild course; the knife of the shepherd cutting the sheep's throat falls from his hand; the rapacious ermine ceases to stalk the unsuspecting salga.
DOÑA MATILDE. Es prudencia por lo menos para evitar el que la vecina de enfrente fisgonee lo que va a pasar en este cuarto. BRUNO. ¡Ay! DOÑA MATILDE. ¿Qué es eso? BRUNO. No es cosa, un chichón que debo a la vecina de enfrente. DOÑA MATILDE. ¡Y todavía no has abierto la reja! BRUNO. ¿Para qué? ¿Si se ha de ir usted al cabo, no vale más el que se salga usted por la puerta?
The curtain falls in a gust of applause, is stormed up again, Demas comes forward and makes a neat speech, announcing the author. Que salga! roar the gods, "Trot him out!" A shabby young cripple hobbles to the front, leaning upon a crutch, his sallow face flushed with a hectic glow of pride and pleasure.
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