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the sun, I sent the Indian to shoot the campanero. third 
He got up to the tree, which he described as very-— 
high, with a naked top, and situated in a swamp. 
He fired at the bird, but either missed it, or did not 
wound it sufficiently to bring it down. This was 
the only opportunity I had of getting a campanero 
during this expedition. We had never heard one 
toll before this morning, and never heard one after. 
About an hour before sunset, we reached the place 
which the two men who had joined us at the falls 
pointed out as a proper one to find a cayman. 
There was a large creek close by, and a sand-bank 
gently sloping to the water. Just within the forest 
on this bank, we cleared a place of brushwood, sus¬ 
pended the hammocks from the trees, and then 
picked up enough of decayed wood for fuel. 
The Indian found a large land-tortoise, and this, 
with plenty of fresh fish which we had in the canoe, 
afforded a supper not to be despised. 
The tigers had kept up a continual roaring every Roaring 
night since we had entered the Essequibo. The ?f g e? s e . 
sound w r as awffully fine. Sometimes it was in the 
immediate neighbourhood; at other times it was 
far off, and echoed amongst the hills like distant 
thunder. 
It may, perhaps, not be amiss to observe here, 
that when the word Tiger is used, it does not mean 
the Bengal tiger. It means the Jaguar, whose skin 
is beautifully spotted, and not striped like that of the 
tiger in the East. It is, in fact, the tiger of the new 
world, and receiving the name of tiger from the dis- 
