It seemed to have a sort of take-away-your- breath feeling, like smelling-salts; and, besides, the penguins kicked up such a hideous row all the while that I thought I would go mad.

I never heard such a racket in my life anywhere before, I declare!" "But they've bitten you, too, awfully," remarked Fritz sympathisingly.
"Look, your poor legs are all bleeding." "Oh, hang my legs, brother!" replied the other.

"They'll soon come right, never fear, when they have had a good wash in salt water.

It was the noise of the blessed birds that bothered me more than all their pecking; and, I can say truly of them, as of an old dog, that their bark is worse than their bite!" So chuckling, the lad appeared to think no more of it; albeit he had not escaped scathless, and had been really in imminent peril a moment before.

"The penguins do bark, don't they, Fritz ?" he presently asked when he had stopped laughing.
"Yes," said his brother, "I don't think we can describe the sounds they make as anything else than barking.