CHAPTER XXVII

The Wild Ass--Difficulty in breaking it--The

Heath Fowl’s Nest

We were scarcely up one morning, and had just got to work in putting

the last hand to our winding staircase, when we heard at a distance

two strange kinds of voices, that resembled the howlings of wild

beasts mixed with hissings and sounds of some creature at its last

gasp; and I was not without uneasiness: our dogs too pricked up their

ears, and seemed to whet their teeth for a sanguinary combat with a

dangerous enemy.

From their looks we judged it prudent to put ourselves in a state of

defence; we loaded our guns and pistols, placed them together within

our castle in the tree, and repaired to repel vigorously any hostile

attack from that quarter. The howlings having ceased an instant, I

descended from our citadel, well armed, and put on our two faithful

guardians their spiked collars and side-guards; I assembled our

cattle about the tree to have them in sight, and I then re-ascended

to look around for the enemy’s approach.

At this instant the howlings were renewed, and almost close to us.

Fritz got as near the spot as he could, listened attentively, and

with eager looks, then threw down his gun, and burst into a loud

laughter, exclaiming, “Father, it is our ass! the deserter comes back

to us, chanting the hymn of return: listen! do you not hear his

melodious brayings in all the varieties of the gamut?” I listened,

and a fresh roar, in sounds unquestionable, raised loud peals of

laughter amongst us. Shortly after we had the satisfaction of seeing

among the trees our old friend Grizzle, moving towards us leisurely,

and stopping now and then to browse; but, to our great joy, he was

accompanied by one of his own species, of very superior beauty; and

when it was nearer, I knew it to be a fine onagra, or wild ass, which

I conceived a strong desire to possess, though at the same time aware

of the extreme difficulty there would be in taming and rendering

him subject to the use of man. Without delay I descended the ladder

with Fritz, desiring his brothers to keep still; and I consulted my

privy-counsellor on the means of surprising and taking the stranger

captive.

I got ready, as soon as possible, a long cord with a running knot,

one end of which I tied fast to the root of a tree; the noose was

kept open with a little stick slightly fixed in the opening, so as to

fall of itself on the cord being thrown round the neck of the animal,

whose efforts to escape would draw the knot closer. I also prepared a

piece of bamboo about two feet long, which I split at the bottom, and

tied fast at top, to serve as nippers. Fritz attentively examined my

contrivance, without seeing the use of it. Prompted by the impatience

of youth, he took the ball-sling, and proposed aiming at the wild ass

with it, which he said was the shortest way of proceeding. I declined

adopting this Patagonian method, fearing the attempt might fail,

and the beautiful creature avail itself of its natural velocity to

evade us beyond recovery; I therefore told him my project of catching

it in the noose, which I gave him to manage, as being nimbler and

more expert than myself. The two asses drew nearer and nearer to

us. Fritz, holding in his hand the open noose, moved softly on from

behind the tree where we were concealed, and advanced as far as the

length of the rope allowed him. The onagra started on perceiving a

human figure; it sprang some paces backward, then stopped, as if to

examine the unknown form; but as Fritz now remained quite still,

the animal resumed its composure, and continued to browse. Soon

after he approached the old ass, hoping that the confidence that

would be shown by it would raise a similar feeling in the stranger;

he held out a handful of oats mixed with salt. Our ass instantly

ran up to take its favourite food, and greedily devoured it: this

was quickly perceived by the other. It drew near, raised its head,

breathed strongly, and came up so close, that Fritz, seizing the

opportunity, succeeded in throwing the rope round its neck; but the

motion and stroke so affrighted the beast that it instantly sprang

off. It was soon checked by the cord, which, in compressing the

neck, almost stopped its breath: it could go no farther, and, after

many exhausting efforts, it sank panting for breath upon the ground.

I hastened to loosen the cord, and prevent its being strangled. I

then quickly threw our ass’s halter over its head; I fixed the nose

in my split cane, which I secured at the bottom with packthread.

Thus I succeeded in subduing the first alarm of this wild animal,

as farriers shoe a horse for the first time. I wholly removed the

noose that seemed to bring the creature into a dangerous situation;

I fastened the halter with two long ropes to two roots near us, on

the right and left, and let the animal recover itself, noticing its

actions, and devising the best way to tame it in the completest

manner.

In a few moments the onagra got up again, struck furiously with its

foot, and seemed resolved to free itself from all bonds; but the

pain of its nose, which was grasped and violently squeezed in the

bamboo, forced it to lie down again. Fritz and I now gently undid

the cords, and half led, half dragged it, between two roots closely

connected, to which we fastened it afresh, so as to give the least

scope for motion, and thus render its escape impracticable, whilst

it enabled us to approach securely, and examine the valuable capture

we had made. We also guarded against master Grizzle playing truant

again, and tied him fast with a new halter, confining its fore legs

with a rope. I then fastened it and the wild ass side by side, and

put before both plenty of good provender to solace their impatience

of captivity.

We had now the additional occupation of training the onagra for our

service or our pleasure, as might turn out to be most practicable:

my boys exulted in the idea of riding it, and we repeatedly

congratulated each other on the good fortune which had thus resulted

from the flight of our ass.

During the training of the onagra, which we named _Lightfoot_, a

triple brood of our hens had given us a crowd of little feathered

beings; forty of these at least were chirping and hopping about us,

to the great satisfaction of my wife, whose zealous care of them

sometimes made me smile. Some of these we kept near us, while others

were sent in small colonies to feed and breed in the desert, where we

could find them as they were wanted for our use.

This increase of our poultry reminded us of an undertaking we had

long thought of, and was not in prudence to be deferred any longer;

this was the building between the roots of our great tree covered

sheds for all our bipeds and quadrupeds. The rainy season, which is

the winter of these countries, was drawing near; and to avoid losing

most of our stock, it was requisite to shelter it.

We began by forming a kind of roof above the arched roots of our

tree, and employed bamboo canes for the purpose; the longest and

strongest supported the roofing in the place of columns, the smaller

more closely united and composed the roof itself. I filled up the

interstices with moss and clay, and I spread over the whole a thick

coat of tar. By these means I formed a compact and solid covering,

capable of bearing pressure. I then made a railing round it, which

gave the appearance of a balcony, under which, between the roots,

were various stalls, sheltered from rain and sun, that could be

easily shut and separated from each other by means of planks nailed

upon the roots: part of them were calculated to serve as a stable and

yard, part as an eating-house, a store-room, etc., and as a hay-loft,

to keep our hay and provisions dry in. This work was soon completed;

but afterwards it was necessary to fill these places with stores of

every kind for our supply throughout the wet season. In this task we

engaged diligently, and went daily here and there with our cart to

collect everything useful, and that might give us employment when the

weather prevented our going far.

One evening, on our return from digging up roots, as our cart,

loaded with bags, drawn by the buffalo, ass, and cow, was gently

rolling along, seeing still a vacant place in the vehicle, I advised

my wife to go home with the two youngest boys, whilst I went round

by the wood of oaks with Ernest and Fritz, to gather as many sweet

acorns as we could find room for. We had still some empty sacks.

Ernest was accompanied by his monkey, who seldom left him; and

Fritz, horsemanlike, was on the onagra, which he had appropriated to

himself, inasmuch as he had helped to take and tame it, and indeed

because he knew how to manage it better than his brothers. Ernest

was too lazy, and preferred walking at ease with the monkey on his

shoulder, and the more so because it spared him the trouble of

gathering fruit.

When we reached the oaks, Lightfoot was tied to a bush, and we

set actively to work to gather the acorns that had dropped from

the trees. While all were busily employed, the monkey quitted its

master’s shoulder, and skipped unperceived into an adjoining bush. It

had been there some time, when we heard on that side loud cries of

birds and flapping of wings, and this assured us a sharp conflict was

going on betwixt master Knips and the inhabitants of the bushes. I

dispatched Ernest to reconnoitre. He went stoutly towards the place,

and in an instant we heard him exclaim, “Come quickly, father! A fine

heath-fowl’s nest, full of eggs.”

Fritz ran up directly, and in a few moments brought out alive the

male and female heath-fowl, both very beautiful. I was rejoiced at

this discovery, and helped my son to prevent their escape, by tying

their wings and feet, and hold them while he returned to the bush for

the eggs. And now Ernest came forward, driving the monkey before him,

and carrying his hat with the utmost care. He had stuck his girdle

full of narrow sharp-pointed leaves, in shape like a knife-blade,

which reminded me of the production named sword-grass; but I did not

pay much attention, as I was too busily engaged in our egg-hunt. On

coming up to me he uncovered his hat, and gave it me in a transport

of joy, crying out, “Here, father, are some heath-fowl’s eggs. I

found them in a nest so well concealed under these long leaves,

that I should not have observed them had not the hen, in defending

herself against the monkey, scattered them about. I am going to

take them home, they will please my mother; and these leaves will

amuse Francis, for they are like swords, and he will like them for

a plaything.” It was now time to think of moving homeward: my two

sons filled the bags with acorns, and put them on Lightfoot. Fritz

mounted, Ernest carried the eggs, I took charge of the hen, and we

proceeded to Falcon’s Stream, followed by our train-waggon. When

arrived, our first care was to examine the eggs: the female bird

was too frightened and wild to sit upon them; fortunately we had a

hen that was hatching: her eggs were immediately removed, and the

new ones put in their place: the female heath-fowl was put into

the parrot’s cage, and hung up in the room, to accustom it to our

society. In less than three days all the chickens were hatched; they

kept close to their foster-mother, and ate greedily a mixture of

sweet acorns bruised in milk, such as we gave our tame poultry. As

they grew up I plucked out the large feathers of their wings, lest

they should naturally take flight; but they and their real parent

gradually became so domesticated, that they daily accompanied our

feathered stock in search of food, and regularly came back at night

to the roost I had prepared for them, and in which this little new

colony of feathered beings seemed to delight.

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