Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young peopleDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young people
Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
Africa, West -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
For a while after they have taken their flight the young ones will
follow their parents; after a while the birds of the same age flock
together. A young gray parrot has entirely black eyes. Before he is a
year old a change takes place: a ring shows itself round the black,
which gradually turns yellow, then whitish-yellow. In the breeding
season the natives capture a great many young ones in their nests before
they can fly away.
After a few days the fowls of the little kingdom of Nengue Ngozo became
scarce, and at last the King had no more to give me; so I said to
myself, Why should not I kill some parrots and cook them?
One morning I awoke before daylight. Two evenings before I had watched a
tree not far away where the parrots were roosting in great numbers, and
had made a path leading to it. When I went by that path it was pitch
dark; I could not help thinking of snakes, but at last I came to the
foot of the tree. It was just before daybreak; the birds did not see me,
but they seemed to mistrust something, for, though I had come very
noiselessly, their chatter was of that kind which showed distinctly that
they were disturbed.
At last I raised my gun in the direction of what I thought the midst of
the tree; then I touched both triggers, and, _bang! bang!_ I let go both
barrels at the same time. The gun gave an awful recoil which almost
knocked me down, and I heard a shower of parrots falling all round me;
one fell right on the top of my head and nearly frightened the life out
of me, for I fancied a snake had just tumbled on top of me, or that a
bough of the tree was coming down.
What a terrific noise followed my two shots! I had never heard any thing
like it. They fled in dismay, screaming with all their might; but where
were they to go? it was dark, and the whole population of parrots was in
terrible trouble. The next evening not a parrot came upon that tree, and
they were all very suspicious as they came to the Island, flying round
and round the trees before they roosted.
When daylight came, I found twenty dead parrots on the ground, and had a
grand feast. I had parrot soup, which was not at all bad; roasted
parrot; and grilled parrot. The old parrots were very tough, but the
young ones were excellent; their flesh was black and resembled in taste
that of the pigeon.
Now I have told you all I know about Nengue Ngozo. Nengue, as I have
said before, means an Island, and Ngozo, parrot. Should any one of you
ever go to the Gaboon country he will find the Island, and he will see
the parrots—unless the natives have cut down all the trees.
In that part of Africa there are only two kinds of parrots: the gray
sort—which is very abundant, and much handsomer than the gray one found
near Sierra Leone, the gray being of a lighter color—and the green one,
which is very rare.
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