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CHAPTER XVII |
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THE TRAINING OF A WILD ASS
We were scarcely up one morning when we heard strange noises that resembled the howlings of wild beasts. Our dogs pricked up their ears, and we loaded our guns and pistols, and looked at each other anxiously.
The howlings were presently renewed much closer to us. Fritz listened attentively, and then burst out laughing, exclaiming:
' Father, it is our donkey. Listen ! do you not hear his brayings ?'
I listened, and a fresh roar, in sounds unquestionable, raised loud peals of laughter amongst us. Shortly after we saw our old friend Grizzle moving towards us, stopping now and then to browse ; but to our surprise he was accompanied by one of his own species, much more graceful than himself. I knew it to be a fine onagra, or wild ass.
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