. Crusoe's Island; a bird-hunter's story . ss of their plumage, silent andspiritlike are their approaches. The trogons are pe-culiar chiefly to the tropical Americas, the mostbeautiful of the family being found in Mexico andCentral America—the Trogon resplendens—the Quet-zal of the Aztecs, or the royal bird of the Monte-zumas. The species found in Tobago is the Trogon co-laris, a very beautiful bird, and one much soughtafter by the hunters for the millinery markets. Themale is ten inches in length, and fifteen across hiswings, has a yellow bill, small black feet, dark eye,pink eyelid, with a b
. Crusoe's Island; a bird-hunter's story . ss of their plumage, silent andspiritlike are their approaches. The trogons are pe-culiar chiefly to the tropical Americas, the mostbeautiful of the family being found in Mexico andCentral America—the Trogon resplendens—the Quet-zal of the Aztecs, or the royal bird of the Monte-zumas. The species found in Tobago is the Trogon co-laris, a very beautiful bird, and one much soughtafter by the hunters for the millinery markets. Themale is ten inches in length, and fifteen across hiswings, has a yellow bill, small black feet, dark eye,pink eyelid, with a bare space of white beneath thelower lid. The whole under surface of his body isrich carmine, with a crescent of white across thebreast, and beneath is a gorget of green. The upperparts are a golden green, and the entire aspect of thebird in the woods is that of a creature especially fittedfor glowing and tropical surroundings. The female 46 CRUSOES ISLAND. has soberer colors than the male, but is a fit consortfor her beautiful Royal Trogon of Mexico. It does not take long in the telling ; but the taleof a day is soon over. By the time the trogons had JACAMARS, PARROTS, AND TROGONS. 47 ceased to engage my attention the woods were get-ting dusky again, and the night birds were was perhaps two miles back to camp, but I hadcome by a circuitous course, and resolved to open upa more direct path between the two places withoutdelay. Psittacus, the parrot (for that was his name—Psit-tacus festiv us *\ was still undaunted, and showed mewhat he meant to do when once he had regained hisfreedom. I made a soft bed of moss for him in mygame basket, carried him carefully to camp, and thatnight constructed a temporary cage out of a biscuitbox. He raged like a fury, at first, when let loose,but finally accepted the situation, ate the cracker Igave him, and settled down quietly for the night. * The Psittacus festivus, or festive parrot, inhabits thenorth part of South A
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