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Adventures Amidst The Equatorial Forests And Rivers Of South America - Also In The West Indies And The Wilds Of Florida (1891) (Paperback)
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Adventures Amidst The Equatorial Forests And Rivers Of South America - Also In The West Indies And The Wilds Of Florida (1891) (Paperback)
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for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book:
CHAPTER III. SURINAM?continued. THE GREAT EQUATORIAL
FOREST.?MONKEYS.?PARASOL ANTS.?VEGETABLE THUGS PARASITES.?POISONED
ARROWS.?IMPRESSIVE VIEW OF THE SIERRA DIVIDING GUIANA FROM THE
BASIN OF THE AMAZON. MY CREW MUTINY AND DISAPPEAR.?DESPERATE
STRAITS. ?RETURN OF THE DESERTERS.?AGAIN AT PARAMARIBO. Soon alter
we entered the forest one of the sharp- eared dogs that accompanied
the Indians gave tongue a few yards to our right, his master pushed
his way leisurely through the dense tangled covert, and presently
reappeared carrying a tortoise, which we sent back to the boat for
future use. Half an hour later we heard a chattering overhead, and
my escort stopped. One of them drew forth from a neatly made
basket- work quiver a thin splinter of hard wood very sharply
pointed; from another little basket he extracted some silky fibre,
the produce of the silk cotton tree, and twisted it round the head
of his arrow; his final operation was to dip its point into a
receptacle like a dice- box made of cane smeared with resin and
thus rendered waterproof. He then introduced the fatal shaft, about
ten inches long, into his blow-pipe, singled out one of the monkeys
whose garrulity had betrayed them, and gave a short sharp puff; the
deadly messenger sped true, MY INDIAN ESCORT. SURINAM Chap. iii: ]
PARASOL ANTS. 25 the unlucky victim snatched the splinter out of
the wound and threw it down in a rage, he and his comrades
immediately disappearing into the world of leaves overhead. The
Indians waited. I thought we had seen the last of our quarry, but
presently he came tumbling down through the foliage and foil
amongst the undergrowth, whence he was retrieved by one of the
dogs, and added to our game bag. The blow-pipe is about 8 feet
long, 2 feet from the end are a couple...
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