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attracting flies, bees and even butterflies, which ilitted through 

 the mist, just clearing the foaming water. 



Now and then small reddish-brown crocodiles were seen 

 sunning themselves on the sand-bars. One, not more than 

 three feet in length, paid no attention to the revolver shots 

 which threw up the water close to him. The little flying 

 fish became more numerous as we went on, skimming here 

 and there in the smooth pools. Twice we saw one dash at 

 an insect, once a large bee and the second time a butterfly, 

 but they were less successful in their insect hunting than 

 the Swallows — both the Banded "" and tlie Variegated ""— 

 which swooped across our Ijow. Whenc\'er we went close to 

 a bank we saw multitudes of a new flower, with its graceful 

 rebarbed stamens, looking like the falling lines of sparks 

 from a rocket. 



We lunched to-day on a splendid outcropping of rock on 

 the left bank, after chasing into the cracks some big and 

 remarkably colored tarantulas, with light red bodies and 

 dark legs. 



One of the most delightful surprises on this trip was the boat 

 songs of the blacks. How we wished afterwards that we had 

 written down the words and music at the time. One melody 

 remains clear in our memory: 



Adagio, 



