FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
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We crept up to them, partly surrounded them, and let 
drive with our picks. We got a few, but the remainder 
led us wild chases over the snow, giving us many a 
tumble and matter for infinite mirth to those looking 
on from the focsle-head. 
I made a drawing of one of these extraordinary birds 
as it stood calmly on 
our poop after many 
vain attempts on the 
part of the crew to kill it. 
Driving a hole through 
its brain only saddened 
it, and all the most kill- 
ing treatment usually 
applied to other ani- 
mals only seemed to 
add to its expression of 
calm,eternal resignation. 
They stand about four 
feet four inches high, 
but their bulk in pro- 
portion is something enormous. They are twice the 
thickness of any drawings of the species that I have ever 
seen in books. Either the draughtsmen of these must 
have drawn from stuffed specimens, whose skin had shrunk 
in width, or this is some new kind. Their beak is black, 
with a bright patch of yellow fading into lake, and is long, 
narrow, and curved. There are some golden yellow 
feathers on its neck immediately under its black throat. 
Its back feathers and rudimentary wing-feathers are black, 
