ON THE ORINOCO AGAIN 303 



anniversary of the declaration of American Independence, 

 we shook the dirt, or rather the mud, of Puerto Antonio 

 Liccioni from our feet and drifted slowly down with 

 the current. It was our last night on the dark waters of 

 the Caura. When we awoke on the following morning 

 we were on the broad yellow expanse of the Orinoco. 



