1894
March 9
(No 3)
Trinidad, B.W.I.
Moruga Rest House.
and hear many strange birds among them
a yellow-bellied Trogon ([blank space]) which flew
around the road and alighted in a tree were it
sat very erect and still. As I was watching it
through the glass it called so nearly like our
Yellow-billled Cukoo that positively I could not detect
the slightest difference.
  We had been at the Rest House only a few minutes
when a Toucan began calling not far off. It[s] note
was a single loud, rather raucous whistle. After it
had called a few times the bird, to my great delight,
flew across a wide open space alternately flapping
its wings and sailing in deep undulations. It was
a most extrordinary and uncouth-looking creature
- indeed quite the strangest bird that I have ever seen. [delete]Its[/delete]
I could think of nothing but a big Pileated Woodpecker
with a great curved fagot in place of a bill. 
  After resting for half-an-hour we entered the forest
behind the house, followed a "trace" for perhaps
half-a-mile, crossed a creek on a fallen tree trunk,
came out in a cacao plantation and finally struck
the road near the wooden bridge from which
Chapman took one of his photographs last year.
It was familiar ground to him but wonder-land to
me. The forest was sufficiently bewildering with its
wild luxuriance of tropical vegetation but it was even
stranger to the ear than to the eye. Squeaking,
croaking, whistling, rattling, chucking and cooing sounds
came from every direction above and around me