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weeks old. We found the remains, too, of an old 

 kill a "sloth"- just a few of the bones and 

 a little hide and hair, with a few odd footprints, 

 told the story better than it could be told with a 

 pen. 



Few, I think, are familiar with the two or 

 three-toed sloth, so just a word or two may not 

 be amiss. He is the quiet, unassuming little chap 

 who never does any harm or mischief and spends 

 his whole life upside down, so to speak; for, sus- 

 pended from under side of branches, he passes his 

 life in the trees, only asking 1 a few leaves in ex- 

 change for his peaceful existence. On the ground 

 he is quite ill at ease, and it appears a great effort 

 for him to move about ; but as the trees are close 

 enough together he is scarcely ever put to this 

 discomfort. In size he is about that of a baboon 

 though there are no baboons in Guiana and 

 inhabits the remote and gloomy forest, where 

 snakes, scorpions, and stinging ants take up 

 their abode, obstructing the way of civilized man, 

 which accounts to some extent for the fact that 

 few of us are acquainted with him. 



After we had employed for several days all 

 the best methods at our command for seeking out 

 the elusive jaguar, we decided that there were 

 none just then in the immediate vicinity. We 



