JUNGLE LIFE 



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Photo by W. B. 

 FIG. 31. AKAWAI INDIAN BRINGING IN PECCARY FOR OUR TABLE. 



The scents of the jungle are manifold and our nostrils 

 soon become cleared of city smells and more attuned to the 

 new clean ones of the jungle. But at their best our senses 

 are pitifully inadequate to cope with those of the wilderness 

 folk. We would be hard put to it to learn anything with- 

 out such mechanical crutches as enlarging lenses, powder 

 and shot. Unseen blossoms, musk-carrying animals and in- 

 sects, fungi, decaying wood, all have their individual odor 

 which we can never hope to detect except in the coarsest 

 way. Again and again we long to supplement our eyes and 

 ears with the sensitiveness of a dog's muzzle. 



The sounds of the jungle are the most alluring of its 

 attributes, fascinating because of their unusual character 

 and because almost all are wholly unknown. The sense of 

 actual discovery, as day after day, I traced screams and 



