two o’clock
Ned Land put in . `` If it is n't the right bird , it 's still the right feathers , and so long as the merchandise is n't meant to be eaten , I see no great harm ! '' But if my desires were fulfilled by the capture of this bird of paradise , those of our Canadian huntsman remained unsatisfied . Luckily , near two o'clock Ned Land brought down a magnificent wild pig of the type the natives call `` bari-outang . '' This animal came in the nick of time for us to bag some real quadruped meat , and it was warmly welcomed . Ned Land proved himself quite gloriously with his gunshot . Hit by an electric bullet , the pig dropped dead on the spot .