106 THE TROGON. 



that cannot be described. And many sounds be- 

 sides come up from the forest depths that cannot 

 very well be explained, and the Indian tells you 

 they are made by the wild man of the woods a 

 creature like a monkey, and that lives in the trees. 



He will even be afraid to venture far, lest he 

 should meet with this imaginary being. 



I have brought you to this part of the world to 

 show you a beautiful bird called the Trogon. 

 Here he is in the Picture, with his splendid green 

 plumage and crimson breast. 



His foot is, as you see, like that of the Parrot, 

 and he clasps the branch on which he is sitting, as 

 the Parrot does. His bill is stout and strong, and 

 has saw-like edges. His beautiful plume of loose 

 waving feathers white, and black, and green 

 delights the eye. 



But his wings, though so beautiful, are feeble. 

 He does not keep on the wing, nor has he the 

 agility of the Parrot. He sits quietly on some 

 low branch in the gloomy shades of the forest, 

 eyeing the tempting fruit around him. The effort 

 to obtain it is more than he likes ; but presently, 



