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other insect, it could well have come from the 

 throat of a bird. Were we in the heart of a 

 city we should unhesitatingly have pronounced 

 it a jewsharp played very badly. We set out 

 in search, we stalked it through the thin under- 

 brush, we scanned every branch with our glasses, 

 and when we found it was bird and not insect 

 we shamelessly played upon its feelings and 

 squeaked after the manner of a stricken nestling. 

 We saw that it was a small flycatcher, green 

 with waistcoat of lemon-yellow. Finally after 

 we had learned its fashion of flight, the stratum 

 of jungle it inhabited and its notes, I secured 

 it. Not until then did we perceive that con- 

 cealed on its head it wore a glorious crown of 

 orange and gold. When my reference books 

 arrive, and we learn the technical name of 

 this little golden-crowned flycatcher or cotinga, 

 I do not think that this title will persist 

 as vividly as the " jewsharp bird of Kaburi 

 trail." 



Close to where we walked on those first days, 

 we were later to find our best hunting. Dur- 

 ing the next few months all the more interesting 

 animals of this part of South America were shot 

 or their presence noticed; jaguars, tapirs, deer, 



