CHAPTER VIII. 



A VULTURE'S FEAST. DRAGON'S BLOOD. A CORAL SER- 

 PENT. THE OWL. MEXICAN MOLES. TOUCANS. THE 



SCOLOPACID^E. L'ENCUERADO TURNED TAILOR. SUN- 



WE left our bivouac at daybreak, first ascending and 

 then descending, sometimes making our way through 

 thickets and other times through glades ; suddenly a flock 

 of vultures attracted our attention. A hideous spectacle 

 was now presented to our eyes. A coyote — doubtless that 

 which l'Encuerado had wounded the day before — lay half 

 devoured on the ground, and more than fifty guests were 

 coming in turn for their share, and to tear, in turn, a strip 

 of flesh from the carcass. 



SET. 



