BIG GAME FIELDS 



HUNTING THE JAGUAR 

 IN SOUTH AMERICA 



PART I CAMPS IN THE BRITISH GUIANA 

 BUSH 



THE mystic call of the jungle had long been 

 upon me and finally, not being able to longer 

 withstand her beckoning to the fairyland of wild 

 things, I took passage unaccompanied to Deme- 

 rara, where, at the end of sixteen days, I arrived. 



Demerara or Georgetown is the capital of 

 British Guiana, and is a truly tropical city sit- 

 uated on the Demerara River. Out of 60,000 

 inhabitants there are not more than five hundred 

 pure whites or Europeans, but there are a goodly 

 number who consider themselves whites, who have 

 what is known there as a touch of the "tar- 

 brush," which means there is a slight trace of some 

 dark-skinned race in them. 



I purposed to roam through the great im- 

 measurable jungles far up in the interior. The 



