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Hutton begged me to shoot at it. I declined at 
first but the distance was so great -- fully 200 yards — 
that I felt sure my charge would do no harm, so I finally 
fired. The Deer at once started and crossed the road into 
the woods, moving slowly and with a curious gait, half 
lope, half trot, the head carried very low. Hutton then 
ran back to the house and presently reappeared with the 
Carrs and the whole pack of dogs, which at once took the 
track and opened with their usual shrill clamor. The chase 
soon swept beyond sight and hearing, and it was. ten 
o’clock before the Carrs returned. They had followed the 
dogs for miles through the forest but the deer did not 
give them a shot. 
"Pa-me-one" I turned back, of course, and met Chapman. As 
we were strolling slowly homeward, we saw a large bird 
which we at first took for an Owl sitting on the top of a 
stub about 30 feet above the ground, in a young cacao 
plantation. Every half minute or so it would launch out 
into the air after a flying insect and then return to its 
perch. The shape and proportions of wings and tail 
showed at once that it was no Owl but a gigantic Goat¬ 
sucker ( Myctidromus jamaicensis ) -- the bird which, 
according to Carr, is the" Po-m e- one 11 which Chapman heard 
last year and which most of the country believe (that is, 
the cry, not the bird) to be a Sloth. 
