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Third to sit Oil the braiicli of a fallen tree, near the water's edge, 



JOUKNEY. 



and listen to these harmless birds as they repeated their 



evening song ; and watch the owls and vampires as they 

 every now and then passed np and down the river. 



The Cam- ^he iiext day, about noon, as we were proceeding 



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onwards, we heard the Campanero tolling in the depth of 

 the forest. Though I should not then have stopped to 

 dissect even a rare bird, having a greater object in view, 

 still I could not resist the opportunity offered of acquiring 

 the Campanero. The place where he was tolling was low 

 and swampy, and my legs not having quite recovered 

 from the effects of the sun, I sent the Indian to shoot the 

 Campanero. He got up to the tree, which he described 

 as very high, with a naked top, and situated in a swamp. 

 He fired at the bird, but either missed it, or did not 

 wound it sufficiently to bring it down. This was the only 

 opportunity I had of getting a Campanero during this 

 expedition. We had never heard one toll befoie this 

 morning, and never heard one after. 



About an hour before sunset, we reached the place 

 which the two men, who had joined us at the falls, pointed 

 out as a proper one to find a Cayman. There was a 

 large creek close by, and a sandbank gently sloping to the 

 water. Just within the forest on this bank, we cleared a 

 place of brushwood, suspended the hammocks from the 

 trees, and then picked up enough of decayed wood for 

 fuel. 



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