. Wanderings in South America, the north-west of the United States, and the Antilles, in the years 1812, 1816, 1820, & 1824 [microform] : with original instructions for the perfect preservation of birds &c. for cabinets of natural history. Voyages and travels; Zoology; Voyages; Zoologie. f AMERICA. 8 expanded at equal yman swallowed this eaa thirty yards long, he pulled, the faster mach. This wooden well baited with the s were twisted round id our hammocks the , and the river very pricked a stick into md on its extremity ispended about a foot le rope was made &st pty shell of
. Wanderings in South America, the north-west of the United States, and the Antilles, in the years 1812, 1816, 1820, & 1824 [microform] : with original instructions for the perfect preservation of birds &c. for cabinets of natural history. Voyages and travels; Zoology; Voyages; Zoologie. f AMERICA. 8 expanded at equal yman swallowed this eaa thirty yards long, he pulled, the faster mach. This wooden well baited with the s were twisted round id our hammocks the , and the river very pricked a stick into md on its extremity ispended about a foot le rope was made &st pty shell of a land- ilows with an axe. I id it was to let the THIRD JOURNEY. 197 cayman hear that something was going on. In fact, the Indian meant it as the cayman's dinner-bell. Having done this, wo went back to the hammocks, not intending to visit it again till morning. During the night, the jaguara roared and grumbled in the forest, as though the world was going wrong with them, and at intervals we could hear the distant caymen. The roaring of the jaguars was awful; but it was music to the dismal noise of these hideous and malicious reptiles. About half-past five in the morning, the Indian peed 1 ^^^^® '^^ silently to take a look at the bait, hooking a Qn arriving at the place he set up a tremen- dous shout We all jumped out of our ham- mocks, and ran to him. The Indians got there before me, for they had no clothes to put on, and I lost two minutes in looking for my trousers, and in slipping into them. We found a cayman, ten feet and a half long, fast to the end of the rope. Nothing now remained to do but to get him out of the water without injuring his scales, "hoc opus, hie ; We mustered strong: there were three Indians from the creek, there was my own Indian (Yan), Daddy Quashi (the negro from Mrs. Pe- terson's), James (Mr. E. Edmonstone's man, whom I was instructing to preserve birds), and, lastly, myself. I informed the Indians that it was my intention to draw him
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