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troop, and .wounded him. He climbed pretty nimbly 
towards a denser part of the tree, and a second and third 
discharge failed to bring him down. The poor maimed 
creatm-e then trailed his limbs to one of the topmost 
branches, where we descried him soon after, seated and 
picking the entrails from a wound in his abdomen ; 
a most heart-rending sight. The height from the 
ground to the bough on which he was perched could 
not have been less than 150 feet, and we could get a 
glimpse of him only by standing directly underneath, and 
straining our eyes upwards. We killed him at last by 
loading our best gun with a careful charge, and resting 
the barrel against the tree-trunk to steady the aim. A 
few shots entered his chin, and he then fell heels over 
head screaming to the ground. Although it was I who 
gave the final shot, this animal did not fall to my lot in 
dividing the spoils at the end of the day. I regret now 
not having preserved the skin, as it belonged to a 
very large species of Cebus, and one which I never met 
with afterwards. 
It was about one o'clock in the afternoon when we 
again reached the spot where we had first struck the 
banks of the larger pool. We had hitherto had but 
poor sport, so after dining on the remains of our fried 
fish and farinha, and smoking our cigarettes, the ap- 
paratus for making which, including bamboo tinder-box 
and steel and flint for striking a light, being carried by 
every one always on these expeditions, we made off in 
another (westerly) direction through the forest to try to 
find better hunting-ground. We quenched our thirst 
with water from the pool, which I was rather surprised 
