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ON THE OPEN PLAINS, WITH THE GREAT BULK OF RORAIMA IN THE DISTANCE, AN 



ANT-BEAR WAS SIGHTED 



By creeping up silently a photograph was secured at a distance of 25 feet, before the 

 animal took alarm and bolted. It was killed and proved to be six feet six inches in length 

 (see text, page 241). 



jars — and the word passed around that I 

 was compassing his death by "kenaima"- 

 work, in reprisal for the missionary's 

 death ; and in this judgment my own 

 bucks acquiesced. 



Fortunately — for me — the victim did 

 not die until after we had broken camp 

 and were upon our way the next morn- 



ing. 



At Parmak also a somewhat critical 

 incident occurred, when Chief David and 

 a dozen of his tribe, who had heard of 

 my presence in the neighborhood, inter- 

 cepted us for the purpose of bartering. 



( )wing to the weakness of the bearers, 

 it seemed unwise to add another pound 

 to their burdens, and I declined to trade. 

 David became enraged and handled his 

 knife so ominously that I was quick to 

 bestow "gifts"' upon him and his crew. 



Food supplies were dangerously low. 

 and the chance kill of a deer was an inci- 

 dent that put us all in better humor. 



A last look at the rolling savannas of 

 the Brazilian border, a plunge down the 

 slopes to Guiana, a series of forced 

 marches to Chenapowu, and a day on the 

 upper Potaro brought us within sound of 

 Kaieteur Falls and to the base camp, 

 from which Dr. Lutz had departed 

 shortly before, according to our plans. 



Four weeks to a day had elapsed since 

 the start from this place for the further 

 interior, and in this time the trip had 

 been made despite the many obstacles 

 and delays. Only one day's provisions 

 remained. 



I reached Georgetown after an absence 

 of eight weeks, and through the courtesy 

 of the Hon. J. J. Xunan an account of 

 the journey and of its general scientific 

 results was given before the Scientific 

 Society of Georgetown — the closing 

 event of a series of varied experiences 

 that will always remain clear and distinct 

 in memory. 



