. Through the heart of Patagonia. Natural history. THE BATTLE OF THE HORSES 45 where it winds through the marshes. In the night the dogs began to bark, for alion came into camp. We could hear it moving by the dead camp-fire among the pots and pans. Burbury fired" his revolver in its direction ; he was sleeping on the outside of the tent This morning we have found the lion's lair, twenty yards up in the rock above our camp. Fritz said last night, ' And if you hear me cry out, it is the lion, he zomp on me,' " Fritz is very jocu- lar sometimes : ' Aha, my little horse, he zomp !' and '
. Through the heart of Patagonia. Natural history. THE BATTLE OF THE HORSES 45 where it winds through the marshes. In the night the dogs began to bark, for alion came into camp. We could hear it moving by the dead camp-fire among the pots and pans. Burbury fired" his revolver in its direction ; he was sleeping on the outside of the tent This morning we have found the lion's lair, twenty yards up in the rock above our camp. Fritz said last night, ' And if you hear me cry out, it is the lion, he zomp on me,' " Fritz is very jocu- lar sometimes : ' Aha, my little horse, he zomp !' and ' Mine little bitch, you go and catch a guanaco.' To-night he was roasting an os- peus co^color puma trich ^^^ and it ex- ploded and shot him all over with yellow yolk. He remarked, ' He is goot, this ^^%, but he smell a bit of skunk.' " October 13.—Mending waggon, no wood. At ten o'clock waggon mended but needed a rest in the sun till the hide of guanaco we had bound it with should dry. So I decided to take to-day as our Sunday and march to-morrow. Burbury is making a plum-duff Served out tobacco this morning. " Mock Sunday and at rest, a time for dreaming. Away at home the trees are browning. How one's heart turns to them and dreams of them! The men born out here wonder how we can look forward to the happiness of going home, perhaps for the sight of some village church hidden in English lanes and fields. Half the charm of this life we are living out here lies in thinking of our return to the land that gives us all comfort and a silent welcome of green springs. Went out to-day after the lion and found tracks, but the ground was too hard for following them up. He lives in a valley of grey dead bush. As we went away from the dead guanaco yesterday, a condor {Sarcorhamphus. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemb
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