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Trinidad, B. W. I . 
Moruga Rest House. 
1894 
March 10 
An early 
morning: 
wa.lk 
We rose at daybreak and left the house just as 
the sun was rising. The air was so crisp and bracing as 
almost to seem frosty, and we struck out briskly to start 
the circulation. It was a heavenly morning, the sky with¬ 
out a cloud, the air wholly free from fog or haze, the 
wonderful tropical foliage frosted with dew drops which 
glittered and sparkled in the sunlight and sent down showers 
of water whenever we brushed against a tree trunk or the 
stem of a palm frond. And the birds! How can I hope to 
record here anything more than a meager account of the most 
striking and interesting? Perhaps it is as well not to 
attempt even this but simply to jot down a few of the mental 
pictures which flit through my brain as I sit thinking over 
the morning 1 s experience. 
The first is of a broad but grass-grown road, bor¬ 
dered on both sides by impenetrable thickets with palms 
and tall forest trees rising in the background. Troops 
of Blue and Maroon Tanagers are flying to and fro across 
the opening. The still air rings with strange clucks, 
whistles and calls and the rich Bluebird-like warble of 
Cyclo.rhis comes from a tree near by. The "background 11 of 
all these sounds is the cooing of dozens of Doves (Leptoptila), 
which swells and sinks yet never for a moment is wholly still. 
