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Updated: June 8, 2025
They were at once saluted by a platoon fire, and four victims strewed the ground and water with their white, brown, and blue feathers. "These are the first aquatic birds we have met with," said Sumichrast; "it will not be long now before we are among the marshes." "What birds are wild-ducks related to?" asked Lucien. "To swans and geese, Master Sunbeam," replied my friend.
Sumichrast was still in pain, and l'Encuerado's face continued much inflamed. We now had to ascend, and we each adopted the greatest precaution while passing the spot where we had seen the serpents. I don't know how we should ever have got up if l'Encuerado had not thought of cutting some branches of dwarf elder for walking-sticks.
Sumichrast, who had succeeded in taming a chameleon, told us that the reptile's throat, which was white during the daytime, assumed during the night a dark hue; also, that it liked to be caressed, and became familiar enough to take from his hand the flies which were offered it.
All my companion's efforts to discover our trail had been ineffectual; and Gringalet himself, when put to the task, had hunted in vain round the thickets. The fact was, they looked for us on the right, while we had gone to the left; for Sumichrast could not bring his mind to the idea that we had turned our backs to the stream.
The fact was, his hat held some fish he had caught with his insect-net, and at least a third of them had disappeared from his disaster. "Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Sumichrast, who could not help smiling at the piteous face of the young fisherman; "most decidedly, we are all unfortunate."
"You often get the better of me in argument," said l'Encuerado; "but it's no use your saying that woodpeckers do not bore into trees, for I have seen them doing it." "You are right, up to a certain point," replied Sumichrast; "some species make their nests in dead trees, which their beaks can with ease penetrate. As for piercing sound trees, that's quite another question."
"By holding on to the lasso, like l'Encuerado and M. Sumichrast," answered the boy. "The grasp of your hands is not firm enough; you must not think of it; I have no wish to risk your neck." "Oh! dear father! do let me try." "Certainly not; for if your trial failed, you would not be in a position to try again."
M. Sumichrast; the soup is on the table." "Soup!" repeated Sumichrast, rubbing his eyes. "Ah! you little monkey, you have disturbed me in such a pleasant dream. I fancied that I was no older than you, and that I was once more wandering over the mountains of my native land."
Chanito!" we heard shouted in the distance. "Hallo! hallo!" answered the boy. And, soon after, l'Encuerado returned, carrying a fawn on his shoulders. "Oh! what a pretty little creature!" cried Lucien; "why didn't you take it alive?" "Bullets are the only things that can run as fast as these animals, Chanito." "What became of the mother?" asked Sumichrast.
Sumichrast, fearing that it was about to make off, was getting ready to fire, when the deer gave a bound and sank down under the weight of a puma, which had sprung upon it. I fired at the carnivore, which the ferocious brute responded to by a loud roar, then, dragging its prey a distance of about fifty yards, it suddenly made off.
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