. Our search for a wilderness; an account of two ornithological expeditions to Venezuela and to British Guiana . s dramatic situations and Filo made themost of them. Even Maestro was moved to utter a low Dios into! at the description of the entrance of the ghost,the angel of death and finally the devil; at which the poorcorpse, who had been shaking with fear through it all, startedup and fled in terror. Filos story lost nothing in his telling and the superstitiouscrew went very soberly to rest that night. W— and I lay,as we so often did, staring wonderingly out into the night,— the marvellous
. Our search for a wilderness; an account of two ornithological expeditions to Venezuela and to British Guiana . s dramatic situations and Filo made themost of them. Even Maestro was moved to utter a low Dios into! at the description of the entrance of the ghost,the angel of death and finally the devil; at which the poorcorpse, who had been shaking with fear through it all, startedup and fled in terror. Filos story lost nothing in his telling and the superstitiouscrew went very soberly to rest that night. W— and I lay,as we so often did, staring wonderingly out into the night,— the marvellous tropical night. It was all like a dream; the shining water of the carlo, thedeep, mysterious forest growing down to the waters edge, the A WOMANS EXPERIENCES IN VENEZUELA. 85 cries of unknown birds and beasts, the impressive southerncross and the extraordinary brilliancy of the moonlight shin-ing down upon the tiny deck of the Josefa Jacinta, andupon us and the sleeping forms of its dusky crew. We were sometimes awakened in the night by a suddenbright light in our faces. It was Maestro making a fire, in. Fig. 46. Guakauno Squaws and Child with Monkey. which operation he used alarming quantities of kerosene, toprepare the midnight repast for the crew, who whenever theywoke in the night would call loudly Maestro — cafe! Again the sound of an unusually heavy downpour of trop-ical rain on the tarpaulin overhead would waken us, and Iwould occasionally discover thai my feet were in a puddle of water. A shifting of beds to prevent our being drownedwhile we slept would invariably result in our feet being 86 OUR SEARCH FOR A WILDERNESS. higher than our heads, and because of the horde of mosqui-toes which found their way in while the beds were beingmoved, the rest of that night would be sleepless. With the dawn came the roar of the howling monkeys;a dainty Tigana24 picked its way among the mud-flats; a flockof Hervidores*0 —which being translated means boilers,an appellation perh
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