We called, and
called again; but answer there came none.
Pippity, with a shrill and deafening cry uttered ceaselessly: "Grilly!
Grilly! Grilly! Grilly!"
But answer there came none.
And all the next day we sought, and still poor Pippity cried, "Grilly!
Grilly!"
But the dead, the lost, answer not.
* * * * *
A home we had no longer. Where once stood magnificence, ruin now stared
us in the face.
"Pippity!" I said to poor Polly, "we will leave this once glorious
spot. Our home is desolate. It is home no longer. Let us seek new
scenes in other lands."
"Where shall we go?" asked Pippity--and if a parrot could shed tears he
would have shed them.
"We will go to the abodes of men. We will go among civilized people."
"I, too, Frank. I, too! Call Gr----!"
"Say no more, Pippity! Strive to forget."
For seventeen days we traversed the mountains, picking up a scanty
subsistence by the way. Pippity was considerably frightened by the
condors that really seemed to threaten us when we reached great
elevations; and I was astonished at the remains of the once stupendous
works of the ancient dwellers in this land.
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