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not fighting. The sunlight struck full on the tree, which 
was on a hillside about 100 yards from where I stood. The 
dance lasted about ten minutes. Toucans kept coming and 
going during this period and at least a dozen or fifteen 
birds must have visited the tree, but seven was the 
greatest number there at any one time. No one of them 
uttered a sound of any kind while the dance was in progress, 
but after they had scattered and flown away they began 
calling again. I had a chance to study their flight. With 
its alternate flapping and sailing it reminded me of the 
flight of a Wood Ibis and the Toucan’s big bill added to 
the resemblance. 
I shot nothing but a Cuckoo ( Diplopteryx naevius ) 
although I also fired at a Mot-mot which escaped apparently 
unhurt. 
For the first time since I have been here, the 
entire afternoon was cloudy. The air was cool and damp. 
These conditions seemed to have a depressing affect on 
the birds for they sang but little and we saw very few 
about the clearing. 
The dogs started a deer soon after breakfast and 
the Carrs, with Hutton and Sam, followed in the mad manner 
peculiar to the hunters of this island, running at full 
speed through the woods, whooping and cheering. The deer 
made only one turn and then kept straight away through the 
forest to the eastward. Dogs and men returned one by one 
