1894.
March 9 
(No. 6) 
Trinidad, B.W.I.
Maruya Rest House

            I shall remember this evening to the end of my life.  
        It was perfectly calm with a cloudless sky in which
                    the new moon hung like a curved [deleted]thread[deleted] silver thread.
                    The light for half - an - hour after sunset was something
                    incredible, a clear, strong, amber light which brought
                    out every detail of tree trunk and foliage more distinctly
                    than it is ever seen at noonday. But beautiful as
                    was this light and the tropics foliage which it
                    glorified I scarce notices either so absorbing was the
                    interest aroused in me by the [?] and
                    nocturnal bird voices which I here heard for the first  
                    time. No sooner had the sun set and the heavy         
                    tropical dew begun to fall than all around the              
                    edges of the forest [deleted]rose fast[deleted] now here, now there, next
                    from two or three points at once, rose a long, rolling
                    whistle as clear and sweet in tune as that of a Silver
                    Bell yet with a stranger sery [?] quality - a subtle
                    coldness, almost heartlessness, of expression which, like
                    certain types of human beauty at once fascinated and
                    repelled. This strange, unearthly voice might well
                    typify the cry of a lost soul, hopeless yet
                    unrepenting. It held me spellbound for many
                    minutes and thrilled me as no bird music has
                    ever done before yet as I stood waiting with
                    intense eagerness for the next call I more than
                    once caught myself half dreading its repetition.
                    Chapman told me that this bird is a Tinamon
                    (                ). He has seen it in the act of 
                    producing this sound. It ceased calling this
                    evening before the twilight had wholly faded but
                    I heard it once or twice during the night
[margin]Evening[margin]
[margin]The voice of 
the Tinamon[margin]

