. A flying trip to the tropics. A record of an ornithological visit to the United States of Colombia, South America and to the island of Curaçao, West Indies, in the year 1892 . e slowed up, our pilot was taken off by his boat, and we startedahead again. Shortly after this I saw my first stormy petrels. Quite a flock ofthem followed the steamer until it grew too dark to see. Theywere smaller than I expected to find them, — little gull-like birdswith white rumps. 8 A FLYING TRIP TO THE TROPICS. There are some peoj^le who laugh at seasickness, but I am unfor-tunately not among that number. In ab
. A flying trip to the tropics. A record of an ornithological visit to the United States of Colombia, South America and to the island of Curaçao, West Indies, in the year 1892 . e slowed up, our pilot was taken off by his boat, and we startedahead again. Shortly after this I saw my first stormy petrels. Quite a flock ofthem followed the steamer until it grew too dark to see. Theywere smaller than I expected to find them, — little gull-like birdswith white rumps. 8 A FLYING TRIP TO THE TROPICS. There are some peoj^le who laugh at seasickness, but I am unfor-tunately not among that number. In about an hour I began tofeel wretched, and 1 grew steadily worse. Cabell also looked held out better. When night came I would have been gladto die, and fell into my berth in a sort of stupor. Let us not dwellupon a painful re-membrance. The followingday, Sunday, June12, when I crawledout on deck we Averedashing throughthe Gulf was at once struckby the change inthe color of thewater; it had nowbecome of a mostbrilliant and beau-tiful dark blue, en-tirely different fromthe greenish blueof the water nearerthe coast. Lookintowards theof the vessel, I saw. stern ■ OUR PILOT WAS TAKEN OFF BY HIS BOAT. that we were stillfollowed by a flock of the small petrels that I had seen the daybefore. They circled around the stern, every now and then drop-ping down to the foam in our wake to pick up some particle offood, and then hastening on to rejoin the retreating ship. Theycame within a few feet of the rail, and I, encouraged by a tempo-rary lull in my symptoms, took my camera and went back to take a THE VOYAGE. snap shot at some of them, but themotion over the screw was so muchgreater than that amidships that Igave in before I succeeded, and re- =^treated to my stateroom more wretch-ed than ever. In the afternoon Isaw a few flying-fish and some Por-tuguese men-o-war, the latter offer-ing a beautiful sight as they sailed lightlyover the waves, resplendent with various
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