National Geographic : 1955 Jan
116 Like a Portly Bather on His Private Beach, Johnny Comes Waddling Home Gentoo penguins walk with flippers outstretched for balance (page 99). Returning from a fishing trip, this bird peeps over a shoulder at the onrushing wave. If it overtakes him, he will dive back through it. Our final task in South Georgia was to col lect penguins, some of which can be seen to day in the zoos of Edinburgh, Glasgow, and London. We made trips to the Bay of Isles and to Cooper Bay in a whale catcher. Bringing the birds back to Leith Harbour, we put them in a temporary pen until they could be shifted to more luxurious quarters on the Southern Harvester, with a swimming pool, diving boards, and ladders for their amuse ment. Our last night on South Georgia was one of the loveliest I remember. Winter was approaching, and it was bitterly cold; but, as if in gesture to the parting guests, the stars shone and a brilliant moon cast its bless ing from a cloudless sky. In the small hours I looked out of the wheelhouse. The lights of Leith Harbour twinkled beside us, but all was silent. Margaret Slept While Emma Brooded On the forward deck of Albatross our pet penguin, Margaret, was asleep, her beak tucked behind her flipper. Her sister, Emma, sat hunched, however, with neck drawn down on her shoulders, brooding. Emma had no eye for the bright lights near at hand, but sat staring across the silvery water of the bay to the distant peaks beyond, as if she had some premonition of her long journey half across the world to an unknown land. The next day Albatross was hoisted aboard the factory ship again, and we sailed away to the north.