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CHAPTER XXII |
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THE BOA-CONSTRICTOR'S VISIT
One day, some time after, we were all sitting basket-making, an art we had recently learnt, when a shout from Fritz, who was generally on the alert, roused us.
' There is some large animal,' said he, ' coming in this direction. But it makes so much dust I can't see what it is.'
' Probably two or three sheep, or, perhaps, our sow, frolicking in the sand,' observed my wife.
' No, no,' replied Fritz, quickly, ' it is some curious animal. It rolls and unrolls itself alternately. I can see the rings of which it is formed. See, it is raising itself up, and looks like a huge mast in the dust. It advances—stops—marches on.
I ran for the telescope, and directed it toward the object.
' I can see it plainly,' said Fritz, ' it has 8
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