“Gracios a Dios!” is the gaucho’s gratified exclamation at sight of them; continuing in low tone and speaking over his shoulder, “A couple of avestruz!”
The others, gliding up to him, and looking through the leaves, also behold the birds, seeing them from head to foot. For they are out upon the open ground, striding to and fro, now and then pausing to pick up some morsel of food, or it may be but a pebble to aid in the digestion of what they have already eaten. While thus engaged, they are gradually drawing nearer to the bank of the riacho, as also the edge of the algarobia grove in which the trackers are encamped. Their proximity to the latter most interests those in the camp, and all three instantly lay hold of their guns, which luckily have been reloaded, two of them with ball. Gaspar, foremost of the trio, has got his barrel through the branches, and, seeing that the rheas are now within bullet-range, is about to blaze away at the one nearest, which chances to be the cock bird, when the latter, suddenly elevating its head, and uttering a loud hiss succeeded by a snort, as from a badly-blown trumpet, turns tail and makes off over the plain; its mate turning simultaneously, and legging it alongside. All this to the surprise of the gaucho; who knows that he has not exposed his person and sees that neither have the others, nor yet made any noise to account for the behaviour of the birds.
“What can have frightened them?” is the question he would ask, when casting his eyes upward he perceives what has done it—their smoke of their camp-fire! The blue stream ascending over the tops of the trees, as if out of a chimney, had just then, for the first time, been caught sight of by the ostriches, sending them off in quick scare. Nor strange it should, being a spectacle to which the wild denizens of the Chaco are not accustomed, or only familiar with as denoting an enemy near—their greatest enemy, man.
“Maldita sea!” exclaims the gaucho, as the birds show their backs to him, an exclamation morally the reverse of that he uttered on seeing them with heads turned the opposite way. “That confounded fire! what a pity we kindled it! the thing’s done us out of our breakfast. Stay! no.”
The negative ejaculation comes from his perceiving that the ostriches, instead of rushing onwards in long rapid strides, as they had started, are gradually shortening step and slackening the pace. And while he continues looking after them, they again come to a stop, and stand gazing back at the dark blue pillar of smoke rising spirally against the lighter blue background of sky. But now they appear to regard it less with alarm than curiosity; and even this after a time wearing off, they once more lower their beaks, and return to browsing, just as a couple of common geese, or rather a goose and gander. For all, they do not yet seem quite tranquillised, every now and then their heads going up with a suddenness, which tells that their former feeling of security is not restored; instead, replaced by uneasy suspicions that things are not as they ought to be.
“Our guns will be of no use now,” says Gaspar, laying his own aside. “I know the nature of avestruz well enough to say for certain, that, after the scare they’ve had they’ll stay shy for several hours, and ’twill be impossible to approach them; that is, near enough for the longest-range gun we’ve got. And to run them down with our horses would be to lose a day’s journey at least. We can’t afford that, for the sake of a bit of breakfast. No, ’twould never do. We’ll have to go without, or else, after all, break our fast upon these beans.”
Saying which, he glances up to the algarobias, from which the long siliques droop down in profusion, more plentiful than tempting to him.
“Caspita!” he resumes, after a pause, once more bending his eyes covetously upon the birds, and as if an idea had suddenly occurred to him, “I think I know of a way by which we may circumvent these two tall stalkers.”
“How?” eagerly asks Cypriano.
“By going at them—garzoneando.”