After a few minutes’ waiting Ebo pointed out another, whatever it was, for I was still in doubt as to whether these were birds of paradise that I had shot, for the silence had not been broken since I fired first.
I took a quicker aim this time and drew the trigger, and once more there was a heavy fall through the branches, and then as if by magic it seemed to be daylight, and I saw several big birds dotted about the tree.
Uncle Dick and I fired together, and then came a rush of wings as another bird fell, the loud cries being repeated from a distance; while Ebo, evidently considering that it was of no more use to wait, ran out to pick up the birds.
Only one bird had fallen when my uncle and I fired together, for I believe I missed; but as Ebo and I picked up the result of our expedition here the sun rose, and in the bright light that came between the trees we stood gazing in ecstasy at the lovely creatures.
“Oh, uncle!”
That was all I could say for some time.
“I think it ought to be ‘Oh, Nat!’” he replied laughing. “Why, you young dog, what eyes you have! you got all the luck.”
“Oh no, uncle,” I said laughing; “I shot with Ebo’s eyes.”
“Then next time I’ll do the same,” he said.
“But let’s go and shoot some more,” I said excitedly.