I did as she requested. There, glancing bright in the sunshine, a most
beautiful butterfly fluttered in the air, in the very middle of the open
window. When we first saw it, it was flitting gaily and happily amongst
the plants and flowers that were blooming in the balcony, but it
gradually became more and more slow on the wing, and at last poised
itself so unusually steadily for an insect of its class, that even had
Maria not spoken, it would have attracted my attention. Below it, on
the window sill, near the wall, with head erect, and its little basilisk
eyes upturned towards the lovely fly, crouched a camelion lizard; its
beautiful body, when I first looked at it, was a bright sea-green. It
moved into the sunshine, a little away from the shade of the laurel
bush, which grew on the side it first appeared on, and suddenly the back
became transparent amber, the legs and belly continuing green. From its
breast under the chin, it every now and then shot out a semicircular
film of a bright scarlet colour, like a leaf of a tulip stretched
vertically, or the pectoral fin of a fish.
This was evidently a decoy, and the poor fly was by degrees drawn down
towards it, either under the impression of its being in reality a flower,
or impelled by some impulse which it could not resist. It gradually
fluttered nearer and more near, the reptile remaining all the while
steady as a stone, until it made a sudden spring, and in the next moment
the small meally wings were quivering on each side of the camelion’s
tiny jaws. While in the act of gorging its prey, a little fork, like a
wire, was projected from the opposite corner of the window; presently a
small round black snout, with a pair of little fiery blasting eyes,
appeared, and a thin black neck glanced in the sun. The lizard saw it.
I could fancy it trembled. Its body became of a dark blue, then ashy
pale; the imitation of the flower, the gaudy fin was withdrawn, it
appeared to shrink back as far as it could, but it was nailed or
fascinated to the window sill, for its feet did not move. The head of
the snake approached, with its long forked tongue shooting out and
shortening, and with a low hissing noise. By this time about two feet
of its body was visible, lying with its white belly on the wooden beam,
moving forward with a small horizontal wavy motion, the head and six
inches of the neck being a little raised. I shrunk back from the
serpent, but no one else seemed to have any dread of it; indeed, I
afterwards learned, that this kind being good mousers, and otherwise
quite harmless, were, if any thing, encouraged about houses in the
country. I looked again; its open mouth was now within an inch of the
lizard, which by this time seemed utterly paralysed and motionless; the
next instant its head was drawn into the snake’s mouth, and by degrees
the whole body disappeared, as the reptile gorged it, and I could
perceive from the lump which gradually moved down the snake’s neck, that
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