WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA 231 



The next day, about noon, as we were proceed- 

 ing onwards, we heard the Campanero tolling in 

 the depth of the forest. Though I should not then 

 have stopped to dissect even a rare bird, having 

 a greater object in view, still I could not resist 

 the opportunity offered of acquiring the cam- 

 panero. The place where he was tolling was low 

 and swampy, and my legs not having quite re- 

 covered from the effects of the sun, I sent the 

 Indian to shoot the campanero. He got up to the 

 tree, which he described as very high, with a 

 naked top, and situated in a swamp. He fired at 

 the bird, but either missed it, or did not wound it 

 sufficiently to bring it down. This was the only 

 opportunity I had of getting a campanero during 

 this expedition. We had never heard one toll 

 before this morning, and never heard one after. 



