. The lower Amazon; a narrative of explorations in the little known regions of the state of Pará, on the lower Amazon . iodo-form sprinkled in the wound and a tight bandagearound it. In the meantime I have emptied another roimdinto the snakes and diminish the number con-siderably. The swarm is still in constant move-ment, but as it is getting late, and the fun is gone,we resolve to make our way home before it growstoo dark. Besides we are anxious to avoid step-ping on some of the escaping boas which cannothave gone very far, and in the gloaming theymight not be visible in time to avoid them. W
. The lower Amazon; a narrative of explorations in the little known regions of the state of Pará, on the lower Amazon . iodo-form sprinkled in the wound and a tight bandagearound it. In the meantime I have emptied another roimdinto the snakes and diminish the number con-siderably. The swarm is still in constant move-ment, but as it is getting late, and the fun is gone,we resolve to make our way home before it growstoo dark. Besides we are anxious to avoid step-ping on some of the escaping boas which cannothave gone very far, and in the gloaming theymight not be visible in time to avoid them. With a last glance at the disgusting mass of half-mutilated, half unhurt sucurujus we depart in thedirection of the noise from the cachoeira rapid. Ittakes some time to find the path and more thanonce we imagine that we have some fugitive snakeright under our feet. At the canoe we find thefellow Xininga very wide-awake for he has heardour many shots. When we tell him what it wasabout he just nods his head and makes no othercomment. It is after dark when we arrive at thelittle Urubu homestead where the good wife of. 30J3 w o J3 LAIR OF THE BOA CONSTRICTORS 139 Rodriguez puts some boiled fish on the fibre-maton the floor and invites us to sit down. We havehearty appetites and clean the table in a shorttime. Afterwards the bucks take down their gui-tars, and a drum made out of goat-skin stretchedon a section of hollow emha-iiha tree, and thelong hours of the night are passed in energeticmusic. So monotonous are the guitars and thesteady tom-tom that I drop off into deep slum-ber, dreaming all night about snakes and creepingthings. I dream that I am standing with old,mythological Thor, Norse God of War andThunder, looking straight into the mouth of themidgaards-orjn, the snake that girdles the earth,ready to swallow it on the day of even have the impudence to fire my pistolinto the cavernous mouth of this dreaded,mythological monster, when I wake up, bathedin perspiratio
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