Meanwhile the astronomers could not fail to appreciate the magnificence
around. Never had they been in finer country. In spite of the high
temperature, the streams kept up a constant freshness, and thousands of
flocks would have found inexhaustible pasturage. Clumps of luxuriant
trees rose here and there, giving the prospect at times the appearance
of an English park.
Colonel Everest was comparatively indifferent to these beauties, but
the others were fully alive to the romantic aspect of this temporary
relief to the African deserts. Emery now especially regretted the
alienation of his friend Zorn, and often thought how they would have
mutually delighted in the charming scenery around them.
The advance of the caravan was enlivened by the movements as well as by
the song-notes of a variety of birds. Some of these were edible, and
the hunters shot some brace of "korans," a sort of bustard peculiar
to the South African plains, and some "dikkops," whose flesh is very
delicate eating. They were frequently followed by voracious crows,
instinctively seeking to avert attention from their eggs in their
nests of sand. In addition to these, blue cranes with white throats,
red flamingoes, like flames in the thinly scattered brushwood, herons,
curlews, snipes, "kalas," often perching on a buffalo's neck, plovers,
ibises, which might have flown from some hieroglyphic obelisk, hundreds
of enormous pelicans marching in file,--all were observed to find
congenial habitats in this district, where man alone is the stranger.
But of all the varieties of the feathered race, the most noticeable
was the ingenious weaver-bird, whose green nests, woven with rushes
and blades of grass, hung like immense pears from the branches of the
willows. Emery, taking them for a new species of fruit, gathered one or
two, and was much surprised to hear them twitter like sparrows. There
seemed some excuse for the ancient travellers in Africa, who reported
that certain trees in the country bore fruit producing living birds.
[Illustration: The Advance of the Caravan.]
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