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. Bird-lore . y and romance of the Tinamous tremulous plaint. They havethe same uncanny way of gliding silently into view and melting away, andwhen, rarely, they fall into our hands, their subdued but rich beauty com-pels an admiration that does not dim with repetition. But not all Pigeons have these soft owl-like voices. Columba speciosa has aharsh, raw-voiced single toot/ audible at a considerable distance. (C. 424 Bird - Lore bogotensis) in the eastern Andes, in addition to the regular Pigeon clucksand cooing, has a loud, rough call, with a strong roll or burr in it, sug-geting a Klaxon aut
. Bird-lore . y and romance of the Tinamous tremulous plaint. They havethe same uncanny way of gliding silently into view and melting away, andwhen, rarely, they fall into our hands, their subdued but rich beauty com-pels an admiration that does not dim with repetition. But not all Pigeons have these soft owl-like voices. Columba speciosa has aharsh, raw-voiced single toot/ audible at a considerable distance. (C. 424 Bird - Lore bogotensis) in the eastern Andes, in addition to the regular Pigeon clucksand cooing, has a loud, rough call, with a strong roll or burr in it, sug-geting a Klaxon automobile horn. The White-winged Doves of Melopeliaare among the noisiest of the Pigeons. Indeed, a flock calling from a feeding-tree, with their loud rollicking Hoo-too-coo-roooo,—Hoo-too-coo-roooo,reiterated interminably, recalls a group of victory-crazed undergraduatesrooting for their football team. I found that I could quite closely imitatethis and several other Pigeon-calls by whistling through my ^/f^^ BOUCIERS FOREST DOVE I heard only one of the big Guans, of the genus Crax. What I took to bethe fine black Curassow, at Buena Vista, sat one evening for half anhour before sunset in the dense top of a great forest tree, and gave hisexciting cry, at intervals of half a minute, until the sun was well down andthe hurrying dusk began to deepen. I cautiously crept nearer and nearer, andfinally gazed up from directly below. Here I searched until my neck ached,but though the cries came regularly and I constantly changed my position,the bird was so well hidden that I never saw him, and at last I left him there, tohurry out of the deepening gloom of the forest before it should get fully dark, Impressions of the Voices of Tropical Birds 425 As it was, I had to foot-feel my way for the last part of the trail, as nightcaught me before I reached the clearing. This call is hard to describe. It wasnot at all gobbly, like a Turkeys voice, but was a loud siren call, which thenative
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