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Before we left the place, the sun had sunk TDelasr 
the tops of the trees and the woods about us fairly rang 
with the weird, unearthly music of the Tinamou while the 
Coq-bois whistled on every side. It was twilight under 
the trees when we reached the trace and the only bird voice 
now was the deep hoo of the Mot-mot who calls latest of 
all the diurnal birds here. Small bats were flying about 
close to the ground among the undergrowth and every how 
and then a Morpho butterfly passed us. We had the net 
with us and caught a number of other species but this has 
thus far eluded us, 
Carr is altogether the most delightful and con¬ 
genial companion for a woodland walk that I have ever met. 
He is quiet yet alert, an accomplished woodsman,as quick 
to see "signs" of animals and birds as are the best of 
our Maine guides and withal an enthusiastic naturalist. 
He knows all the trees, shrubs and flowers and most of the 
birds and insects also. 
