48 SOME BIRDS OF THE CANARY ISLANDS 



One evening we spent at the priest's house, which 

 was quite an imposing building for Fuerteventura, and 

 possessed a patio. Lorenzo enjoyed himself vastly that 

 same evening, and I think monopolised a large share of 

 the conversation. I heard him speaking of the life in 

 great cities, though he had never been outside the 

 Canary Islands. Then he could speak a little English 

 it seemed, and the Englishman before he went to bed 

 always said " Gool nai," and again, if he were to find 

 himself in London, he would be able to speak English 

 quite well in three weeks. I think the glass of beer 

 which the priest produced for our delectation picked him 

 up a little, for he had had some long clays carrying the 

 cameras about, and I noticed, as we found ourselves at 

 home again, that he patted the brindled watch-dog, a 

 thing I had never seen him do before. 



