122 WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA. 



before this, that cruelty, old age, and want have worn 

 her out, and that both poor Mary and her cat have 

 ceased to be. 



Would you wish to pursue the different species of 

 game, well-stored and boundless is your range in Deme- 

 rara. Here no one dogs you, and afterwards clandes- 

 tinely inquires if you have a hundred a year in land to 

 entitle you to enjoy such patrician sport. Here no saucy 

 intruder asks if you have taken out a licence, by virtue 

 of which you are allowed to kill the birds which have 

 bred upon your own property. Here 



" You are as free as when God first made man, 

 Ere the vile laws of servitude began, 

 And wild in woods the noble savage ran." 



Before the morning's dawn you hear a noise in the 

 forest, which sounds like "duraquaura " often repeated. 

 This is the partridge, a little smaller, and 

 F&r ~ differing somewhat in colour from the Eng- 

 lish partridge : it lives entirely in the forest, 

 and probably the young brood very soon leave their 

 parents, as you never flush more than two birds in the 

 same place, and in general only one. 



About the same hour, and sometimes even 



Two species . . 



of the Maam at midnight, you hear two species oi Maarn, 

 or Tinamou, send forth their long and plain- 

 tive whistle from the depth of the forest. The flesh 

 of both is delicious. The largest is plumper, and almost 

 equals in size the black cock of Northumberland. The 

 quail is said to be here, though rare. 



The Hannaquoi, which some have compared to the 

 TheHanna- pheasant, though with little reason, is very 

 i uoi - common. 



Here are also two species of the Powise, or Hocco, 



