It was really a great deal more agreeable to look out at the beautiful pictures that came up before us every few minutes; but, as we had the gun, we couldn't help keeping up a watch for game, besides.
"There!" I whispered to Rectus; "see that big bird! On that limb! Take a crack at him!" It was a water-turkey, and he sat placidly on a limb close to the water's edge, and about a boat's length ahead of us.
Rectus took a good aim.

He slowly turned as the boat approached the bird, keeping his aim upon him, and then he fired.
The water-turkey stuck out his long, snake-like neck, and said: "Quee! Quee! Quee!" And then he ran along the limb quite gayly.
"Bang! bang!" went the guns of the yellow-legs, and the turkey actually stopped and looked back.

Then he said: "Quee! Quee!" again, and ran in among the thick leaves.
I believe I could have hit him with a stone.
"It don't seem to be any use," said Mr.Chipperton, who was standing behind us, "to fire at the birds along this river.

They know just what to do.

I'm almost sure I saw that bird wink.