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of the raft with the stately step of a conqueror, while the 
next in turn advanced to supply his place. They seemed 
to regulate their movements by a nod or motion of the 
hand from their master. Cormorant No. 2 was not as 
sprightly a looking bird as his predecessor; nevertheless, 
he brought up a fish after the first dive, gave a flirt witli 
his expanded tail, and swam to his master to give up 
the prize. He Avas taken out as before, relieved of his 
mouthful, and subsequently placed gently on the edge 
of the raft. There he sat a few moments perfectly mo- 
tionless, but, seeming suddenly to see a fish, dropped olf 
like a piece of lead, and nothing more was seen of him 
for at least fifteen seconds. Then he came to the sui'face 
with a spring that took him almost out of the Avater, but 
having no fish. Ilis actions now expressed his dis- 
appointment almost as plainly as Avords could have done. 
He did not swim tOAAmrd his master as formerly, but kept 
sculling about in a small circle Avith his bright, unsteady 
glance fixed on him, at the imminent risk of twisting 
oft* his neck. 
The master pointed doAvn A\dth his finger, and doAvn 
Avent the unsuccessful fisherman. Still no fish. Once 
more, and still no success. Finally, he was taken hack 
upon the raft, slapped soundly on the head, and throAvn 
angrily doAvn. He immediately made tracks for the 
other end, stumbling heels over head and looking very 
much ashamed of himself. The next in turn now wad- 
dled forward; but, having seen enongli, Ave continued on 
our Avay, I could not but Avonder at their beautiful 
training, and, as I saw the unlucky explorer receive his 
slaps, my mind returned to the Canton PtiA^er and to 
