Returning to the edge of the woods, I waited there 
for some time in hopes of seeing the Goatsucker ( Lurocali s) 
At length he appeared, flying straight down the road, but 
before I could cock my gun he was nearly out of range and 
I missed him. Shortly afterwards I heard him call a number 
of times in the banana plantation where, as nearly as I 
could make out, he was sitting on a prostrate log. The 
call is exceedingly like that of the small, sweet-voiced 
evening frog which is so common here. Indeed, it appears 
to differ only in that it is repeated three or four times 
in quick succession, whereas the frog calls only once at 
a time. It may be written whee-whee-Vifhee-whee . 
It was nearly dark when we started for home. At 
the point where the road enters the cacao grove, I saw 
two of the peculiar slow-flying Bats which Chapman has 
thus far tried in vain to obtain. They do not come out 
until it is too dark to see to shoot and they fly so low 
that one cannot get them out of the gloom wxcept when 
directly overhead and only a few yards from the gun. I 
was vainly attempting to shoot one when a much larger 
Bat came rushing swiftly overhead and I brought it down 
with a broken wing. It was a vicious creature and when 
approached jumped up at us, clashing its teeth which 
gleamed in the darkness,as we both thought, with a phos¬ 
phorescent light. Its shrill squawking attracted several 
others of the same kind, who dashed directly at our 
