"What of that?
I don't believe they could have carried up the rope anyhow; and what good would it be to catch them?
They're not eatable; and we don't want their feathers valuable as they may be." "No, no!" hurriedly rejoined Karl; "it is not that--not that." "What then, brother ?" inquired Caspar, somewhat astonished at the incoherent speeches of the plant-hunter.

"What are you thinking of ?" "Look yonder!" said Karl, now for the first time pointing up to the soaring storks.

"You see something that shines ?" "Ha! on the leg of one of the birds?
Yes; I do see something--like a piece of yellow metal--what can it be ?" "I know what it is!" rejoined Karl, in a regretful tone; "right well do I know.

Ah! if we could only have caught that bird, there would have been a hope for us.

It's no use grieving after it now.