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IN THE WILDS OF SOUTH AMERICA
sedate storks, gravely contemplating the train as it passed, and flamingoes dabbling for mollusks in shallow pools.
After a continuous ride of twenty-five hours we reached Buenos Aires, and two weeks later the Amazon of the Royal Mail Line was speeding us homeward.
I am writing these last few pages in an aviation concentration-camp awaiting orders to go to new lands, and new and possibly far more exciting experiences; but almost daily my thoughts go back to the great wonderland that lies south of us, and which I have learned to love. Speed the day when I may again eagerly scan the horizon. for a first, faint tinge of its palm-fringed shore-line!