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WANDERINGS IN 



Second distaiicG of three miles. In the midst of these extensive 



Journey. 



wilds, generally on the dried top of an aged Mora, almost 



out of gun reach, you will see the Campanero. No sound 

 or song from any of the winged inhabitants of the forest, 

 not even the clearly pronounced " Whip-poor- Will," 

 from the goatsucker, cause such astonishment, as the toll 

 of the Campanero. 



With many of the feathered race, he pays the common 

 tribute of a morning and an evening song ; and even when 

 the meridian sun has shut in silence the mouths of almost 

 the whole of animated nature, the Campanero still cheers 

 the forest. You hear his toll, and then a pause for a 

 minute, then another toll, and then a pause again, and 

 then a toll, and again a pause. Then he is silent for six 

 or eight minutes, and then another toll, and so on. Acteon 

 would stop in mid chase, Maria would defer her evening 

 song, and Orpheus himself would di'op his lute to listen 

 to him ; so sweet, so novel, and romantic is the toll of 

 the pretty snow-Avhite Campanero. He is never seen to 

 feed with the other Cotingas, nor is it known in what 

 part of Guiana he makes his nest. 



TheToucaii. While the Cotingas attract your attention by their 

 superior plumage, the singular form of the Toucan makes 

 a lasting impression on your memory. There are three 

 species of Toucans in Demerara, and three diminutives, 

 which may be called Toucanets. The largest of the first 

 species frequents the Mangrove trees on the sea-coast 



