428 NOTES OF A BOTANIST 
and apparently quite close, though really so distant 
that the forest can scarcely be distinguished on it, 
rises an abrupt cerro (Tibiali, the name given by 
the Cunipusanas to a little bird of bright blue), fall- 
ing almost perpendicularly at its right (E.N.E. as 
seen from Sta. Isabel). Bearing S.E. by S., rises 
into a lofty cone the northern extremity of a long 
range of high mountains called Imei (the wasp). 
The Venezuelans limit the name Cerro de Abispa 
to this cone ; another peak about midway is called 
Cerro de Danta, and the southern extremity (very 
distant, and only visible by ascending the hill at the 
back of the pueblito) the Cerro de Mono. 
We lost some time at Sta. Isabel through my own 
fault in forgetting to take with me my shot-bag. 
My men had also left their fishing-lines, but indeed 
the fish we saw were scarcely larger than minnows. 
With a basket of farinha and my gun I am generally 
independent in the matter of provisions, especially 
when (as on this occasion) I have with me an Indian 
who is a good shot. Fortunately my gun had both 
barrels loaded, and in the evening of my first day 
my hunter shot with it two cojubims (Penelope sp.), 
on one of which we supped and had the other for 
breakfast on the following morning. After this I 
ate no more till near five in the afternoon of the 
third day. At Sta. Isabel we found only two families 
of women with two youths. One of the women 
owned a fowl, which I was glad to purchase, for I 
was near famishing. Several other fowls were 
running about, but their owners were away in the 
cuniicos. As these fowls were the only thing I 
could eat, I had no alternative but to send on the 
following morning to call the capitan, who owned 
