424 IN THE WILDS OF SOUTH AMERICA 



sedate storks, gravely contemplating the train as it passed, 

 and flamingoes dabbling for moUusks in shallow pools. 



After a continuous ride of twenty-five hours we reached 

 Buenos Aires, and two weeks later the Amazon of the Royal 

 Mail Line was speeding us homeward. 



I am writing these last few pages in an aviation con- 

 centration-camp awaiting orders to go to new lands, and 

 new and possibly far more exciting experiences; but al- 

 most daily my thoughts go back to the great wonderland 

 that Ues south of us, and which I have learned to love. 

 Speed the day when I may again eagerly scan the horizon 

 for a first, faint tinge of its palm-fringed shore-line! 



