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- the place, he sent his arrow into the cayman^s 

 eye, and killed it dead. The skin of this little 

 species is much harder and stronger than that of 

 the large kind ; it is good food, and tastes like 

 veal. 



Negro ser- My friend, Mr. Edmonstone, had very kindly 

 let me have one of his old negroes, and he con- 

 stantly attended me ; his name was Daddy Quashi ; 

 he had a brave stomach for heterogeneous food ; 

 it could digest, and relish too, caymen, monkies, 

 hawks, and grubs. The Daddy made three or 

 four meals on this cayman while it was not abso- 

 lutely putrid, and salted the rest. I could never 

 get him to face a snake ; the horror he betrayed 

 on seeing one was beyond description ; I asked 

 him why he was so terribly alarmed ; he said it 

 was by seeing so many dogs, from time to time, 

 killed by them. 



species of Here I had a fine opportunity of examining 

 muigus. several species of the Caprimulgus. I am fully 

 persuaded that these innocent little birds never 

 suck the herds ; for when they approach them, 

 and jump up at their udders, it is to catch the 

 flies and insects there. When the moon shone 

 bright, I would frequently go and stand within 

 three yards of a cow, and distinctly see the capri- 

 mulgus catch the flies on its udder. On looking 

 for them in the forest, during the day, I either 

 found them on the ground, or else invariably sitting 



