In Wildest Africa * 



successfully made their way to the Polar lands, their usual 

 summer breeding-place. 



High over my head the voice of the pretty avocet 

 (Recurvirostra ai'ocetta, L.), one of the most charming 

 forms ot the bird world known to us, transports me by 

 magic to the distant and mournful lakes of the Masailand 

 wilderness. What the dwarf bustards (Otis gindiana^ 

 Oust.) keep calling out to each other with their continually 

 repeated " Ragga-ga-ragga " is not to be discovered. But 

 their cry, which has kept the fancy of the natives busy 

 since olden days, is as inseparably associated with regions 

 on which the grass grows high, as the voices and cries 

 of the sandtowl, the francolins, and, above all, the 

 jarring outcries of the guinea-fowl, on the velt. All the 

 manifold voices ot doves, cuckoos, parrots, hornbills, 

 bee-eaters, shrikes, orioles, starlings, finches, weaver- 

 birds, sylvians, and the rest, calling, exulting, rejoicing, 

 uttering cries of alarm or complaint, have woven them- 

 selves into my recollections of happy days and days 

 of toil. 



Thus there still rings in my ear the triple note of 

 the yellowish green bulbul (I y ycnonotus lavanU, Gurn.), 

 which, like our sparrow, is present everywhere, till one 

 almost tires of it. Most curious is the friendly play which 

 the handsomely coloured glossy starling (Sfirco snpcrbns, 

 Riipp.) carries on with a weaver-bird {Dinanellia dinemclli, 

 llartl. Riipp) in flights like those of" our sparrows. It 

 comes back to me all the more vividly when I recall 

 the notes uttered by these two birds, which, though such 

 close friends and taking such delight in each other's 



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