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I find my time here all too brief. One might spend 
a full month — or a year, for that matter — very profitably 
and pleasantly, studying ants alone. 
While making some photographs near the bridge this 
morning a little after sunrise, I was fortunate enough 
to have a fine view of a King Vulture. Indeed, the noble 
bird kept gppearing and disappearing over the woods for 
half-an-hour or more at intervals. At one time it came 
nearly over me and within one hundred yards. It appeared 
to be wholly white beneath, save for a broad dark band 
across each wing. The head looked brown. There was a 
good deal of ishite on the back. The tail and wings were 
very broad and the tail was kept widely spread most of 
the time. The bird was soaring in broad circles. Its 
flight was more nearly like that of an Eagle than of a 
Vulture. A Turkey Buzzard which was with the King Vulture 
most of the time appeared much the smaller of the two. 
When I returned to dinner at 3 P. M. I found that 
the Carrs had brought in a pair of Quawks (Peccaries) 
which they had killed within about two miles of the house. 
They started them very near the balata tree on Trogon Trace 
and the dogs ran them about two miles before they stood 
at bay. Arthur Carr killed one by thrusting a pointed 
stick (which he cut and sharpened while running after the 
dogs) down its throat — a common method here. Hutton 
shot the other. He had probably filled the muzzle of . 
