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1894 
April 7 
A heavenly morning of the dry-season type, clear and 
perfectly calm up to eight o'clock, after which the trade 
wind rose, bringing clouds and later in the day several 
brish showers. 
It was my last morning at Caura. Lichfold and 
I rose as usual at daybreak and had a plunge in the 
deliciously cool and perfectly transparent water of the 
little pool below the house where the queer little sand- 
colored fishes sported about us and rose at the bubbles 
like trout. Hot a leaf stirred on the steep mountain side 
above us. The whole valley was filled with a strong, clear 
light, free from glare and casting no shadows yet bringing 
out every detail of the wonderful, tropical vegetation 
with startling distinctness. The fronds of the palms 
and the great, indented leaves of the bread-nut trees x^ere 
glistening with dew. The air was fresh and invigorating 
yet indescribably soft and charged with a hundred delicate, 
subtle odors. The calls and songs of scores of birds 
rang out from far and near. Among them I noted the wild, 
ringing chant of Bas i leuterus , the sweet Canarv-like trill 
of the little Coq-bois, the loud monotonous shout 
of Dendrornis , the rich, voluptuous song of Cycloris , 
and the fine zee-ing notes of Coereba . Occasionally the 
rich fluting of a Greive ( Merula gymnopthalum ) came from 
a distant cacao grove up the ravine, reminding me jofp home 
