With Flashlight and Rifle -* 



that of unoiled. wheels accompanies their flight. It is one 

 of the strangest sounds I have ever heard given forth 

 by birds, and may often be noticed on a clear moonlight 

 night for hours together. Now they have settled down 

 on the tree-branches for their night's rest, and their 

 imposing outlines form a superb accessory to the 

 ornithological inise-en-scene. 



The darkness grows apace, once the sun has set. 

 Great flocks of geese and ducks have already taken flight, 



CRESTED CRANES WINGED THEIR WAY TO THEIR SECURE NIGHT- 

 RESORTS THE ACACIA-TREES ON THE ISLANDS IN THE SWAMPS 



but strange sounds betray the presence still of many 

 feathered inmates of the marsh, and the whizzing of the 

 numerous night-herons is now more audible than ever. 



If we are in luck, we shall perhaps hear now a long- 

 drawn, reverberating roar. The king of beasts is getting 

 ready for the chase, and for a few minutes his mighty 

 voice lends to the tropical evening its greatest magic. 



Wherever the eye turns it sees the gleaming lights 

 of the fire-flies swaying hither and thither, up and down, 



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