Put an olive into a lark, put a lark into a quail; put a quail into a
plover; put a
plover into a partridge; put a partridge into a pheasant; put a pheasant into a turkey.
They went boating on the harbor and up the three pretty rivers that flowed into it; they had clambakes on the bar and mussel-bakes on the rocks; they picked strawberries on the sand-dunes; they went out cod-fishing with Captain Jim; they shot
plover in the shore fields and wild ducks in the cove--at least, the men did.
He saw a great venison pasty and two roasted capons, beside which was a platter of
plover's eggs; moreover, there was a flask of sack and one of canary--a sweet sight to a hungry man.
The hunter had been successful, and brought back a regular cargo of geese, wild-duck, snipe, teal, and
plover. He went to work at once to draw and smoke the game.
Set out for Buenos Ayres -- Rio Sauce -- Sierra Ventana -- Third Posta -- Driving Horses -- Bolas -- Partridges and Foxes -- Features of the Country -- Long-legged
Plover -- Teru-tero -- Hail-storm -- Natural Enclosures in the Sierra Tapalguen -- Flesh of Puma -- Meat Diet -- Guardia del Monte -- Effects of Cattle on the Vegetation -- Cardoon -- Buenos Ayres -- Corral where Cattle are Slaughtered.
These islands are furnished with a number of ponds, and at certain seasons abound with swans, geese, brandts, cranes, gulls,
plover, and other wild-fowl.
She was plainly but neatly dressed, with a bright, quick face, freckled like a
plover's egg, and with the brisk manner of a woman who has had her own way to make in the world.
If a gust of wind swept the waste, I looked up, fearing it was the rush of a bull; if a
plover whistled, I imagined it a man.
Except these, the
plover and the curlew are the only inhabitants until you come to the Chesterfield high road.
The supper itself, absolutely the best of its kind, from the caviare and
plovers' eggs to the marvellous ices, and served in one of the handsomest rooms in London, was really beyond criticism.
Tapeworm was nephew and heir of old Marshal Tiptoff, who has been introduced in this story as General Tiptoff, just before Waterloo, who was Colonel of the --th regiment in which Major Dobbin served, and who died in this year full of honours, and of an aspic of
plovers' eggs; when the regiment was graciously given by his Majesty to Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B.
A single basket made of moss, once containing
plovers' eggs, held all that the poulterer had to say to the rabble.