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THIRD sunk behind the western hills, when the goat- 



JOURNEY. 



suckers sent forth their soft and plaintive cries ; 



some often repeating, " Who are you who, who, 

 who are you ?" and others, " Willy, Willy, Willy 

 come go." 



The Indian and Daddy Quashi often shook 

 their head at this, and said they were bringing 

 talk from Yabahou, who is the evil spirit of the 

 Essequibo. It was delightful to sit on the branch 

 of a fallen tree, near the water's edge, and listen 

 to these harmless birds as they repeated their 

 evening song ; and watch the owls and vampires 

 as they every now and then passed up and down 

 the river. 



The cam- 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 

 campanero. The place where he was tolling was 

 low and swampy, and my legs not having quite 

 recovered 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 



