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Idle Days in Patagonia. 



splash of the stone reached us he dashed in and 

 against the rushes once more. After a violent 

 struggle he succeeded in getting through them, and, 

 finding himself in deep water, struck straight out, 

 and then began swimming about in all directions, 









Major and the Flamingo. 



until, getting to windward of the bird, he followed 

 up the scent and found it. This was the easiest 

 part of the task, as the bird was very large, and 

 when Major got back to the rushes with it, and I 

 heard him crashing and floundering through, snort- 



