Quacco was here, as elsewhere, the most active of the throng, and sideling up to me, "Massa, you and de old gentleman take de blonderboosh--I hab load dem bote wid one bushel of dock hail. You shall never see so much bird as you shall knock down--take dem, massa--take dem." After coffee, we put ourselves _en route_ and sallied out of the house. "Why, uncle," said I, "I have no great stomach for the fight after what happened last night." "Poo, poo," said he, "never mind--people don't mind a thunder-storm here." "But then the poor old watchman--struck down almost before one's eyes." "Ah! that was melancholy enough--but it can't be helped, so come along, you must do as others do." The morning was thick, dark, damp, and dreary; there should have been a moon, but she had veiled her beauties behind the steamy clouds, that seemed to be resting themselves on the tree-tops. The earth sent up its vapours, as of water poured on hot bricks; and all the herbs and grass and leaves of bushes, through which the footpath lay, seemed absolute _blobs_ of water, for the instant you touched them they dissolved into a shower-bath; while I soon perceived that I was walking ankle deep in soft mud--indeed we were travelling as much by water as on terra firma. After _ploutering_ through this chaos for about a mile, we entered a natural savannah, inlaid with several ponds, which looked like dark mirrors, dimmed by the films of thin grey mist that floated on their calm surfaces. Rory walked round several of these natural pieces of water, while the negro scouts were also very active; but it was all--"The tiel a tuck is tere," from Rory. "The devil a teal is here," from Flamingo. And "no teal, no dere; no duck no here; none at all," from the negroes. "So we shall have been roused out of our warm beds, and soaked to the skin, to say nothing of a very sufficient plastering with mud, for no use after all," said I. "No fear--no fear--only have patience a little," quoth Mr Twig. There was a low marshy ditch that ran across the savannah, nearer the house than where we now were, that had overflowed from the rains, and which covered about six acres of the natural pasture. We had waded through it on our advance, expecting to find the teal in the ponds beyond. But being unsuccessful, we now tried back, and returned to it; and just as we faced about, the clouds lifted from the hill tops in the east, and disclosed a long clear stripe of primrose-coloured sky, the forerunner of early day-dawn. As we reapproached the flooded ground, one or two cranes sounded their trumpet notes, and taking wing with a rustling splashy flaff, glided silently past us. "Halt," quoth Serjeant Quacco, in a whisper, "halt, gentlemen, I hear de teal on de feed."