At the same time he heard in all directions cries and complaints mounting up from the valley towards the tranquil sky.
And he said to Bulloch: "I notice with sadness, my son, that since they became men the inhabitants of this island act with less wisdom than formerly.

When they were birds they only quarrelled during the season of their love affairs.
But now they dispute all the time; they pick quarrels with each other in summer as well as in winter.

How greatly have they fallen from that peaceful majesty which made the assembly of the penguins look like the Senate of a wise republic! "Look towards Surelle, Bulloch, my son.

In yonder pleasant valley a dozen men penguins are busy knocking each other down with the spades and picks that they might employ better in tilling the ground.

The women, still more cruel than the men, are tearing their opponents' faces with their nails.