In a short time, after a few sighs, Jerry lifted up his head from the ground, and sat up.  The sight at which we gazed was especially grand when a fresh puff of wind sent the flames rolling along, and throwing up forked flashes, as they found new fuel to feed on.  All the beasts it had encountered had, of course, fled, terror inspired, before it; but numberless young birds must have been destroyed, and we saw hundreds of their parents hovering over the spot where their nests had been, in the vain effort to save their offspring.  Some we saw fall into the flames, either from having their wings singed from approaching too near, or by being suffocated with the smoke.  When we saw the effects of the fire, we were doubly thankful that we had not attempted to make our way across the island.  Once surrounded by that fiery furnace, we must have been, to a certainty, burned to death.  Suddenly a dreadful thought occurred to me.