falling hail, when a hailstone, cutting through the thatched roof,
struck him on the head and killed him instantly.




CHAPTER VI

SOME BIRD ADVENTURES

Visit to a river on the pampas--A first long walk--Waterfowl--My first
sight of flamingoes--A great dove visitation--Strange tameness of the
birds--Vain attempts at putting salt on their tails--An ethical
question: When is a lie not a lie?--The carancho, a vulture-eagle--Our
pair of caranchos--Their nest in a peach tree--I am ambitious to take
their eggs--The birds' crimes--I am driven off by the birds--The nest
pulled down.



Just before my riding days began in real earnest, when I was not yet
quite confident enough to gallop off alone for miles to see the world
for myself, I had my first long walk on the plain. One of my elder
brothers invited me to accompany him to a water-course, one of the
slow-flowing shallow marshy rivers of the pampas which was but two
miles from home. The thought of the half-wild cattle we would meet
terrified me, but he was anxious for my company that day and assured
me that he could see no herd in that direction and he would be careful
to give a wide berth to anything with horns we might come upon. Then I
joyfully consented and we set out, three of us, to survey the wonders