. Our search for a wilderness; an account of two ornithological expeditions to Venezuela and to British Guiana . in ours, looking up at us with shy wonder. In one of the huts we watched with amusement the wee-estof Indian girls trying to drive away a huge rooster who waspervading the hut. The child could not have been more thantwo years old — but she was already thoroughly feminine,waving her small arms valiantly at the intruder and thenrunning away terrified to bury her head in her mothershammock, until she could summon courage for anotherattack upon the enemy. A- time went on and news of our
. Our search for a wilderness; an account of two ornithological expeditions to Venezuela and to British Guiana . in ours, looking up at us with shy wonder. In one of the huts we watched with amusement the wee-estof Indian girls trying to drive away a huge rooster who waspervading the hut. The child could not have been more thantwo years old — but she was already thoroughly feminine,waving her small arms valiantly at the intruder and thenrunning away terrified to bury her head in her mothershammock, until she could summon courage for anotherattack upon the enemy. A- time went on and news of our arrival spread, Indiansfrom huts far distant in the forest made expeditions to comeand look at us; as curious about us as was the small boyliving up on the Essequibo River who saved up his 44 bitsand took a long journey down the river to see a horse. Hehad heard that there were such creatures but he wishedto investigate for himself. So tours were made to see us andwe were inspected by wondering eyes to whom white womenwere as strange as were horses to the little bush lad. 182 OUR SEARCH FOR A
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