. Unsere Suche nach einer Wildnis; ein Bericht von zwei ornithologischen Expeditionen nach Venezuela und nach Britisch-Guayana . Ew up das Wasser in seiner Nähe. Der kleine Fliegenfisch wurde zahlreicher, als wir weitergingen, und schimm hierhin und dort in den glatten Pools. Zweimal sahen wir einen Strich atan Insekt, einmal eine große Biene und das zweite Mal einen Schmetterling, aber sie waren weniger erfolgreich in ihrer Insektenjagd als die Schwalben – sowohl die gebänderten 118 als auch die bunten 119 – die über unseren Bogen hinabfielen. Wann immer wir nahe an einer Bank gingen, sahen wir eine Menge neuer Blumen mit ihren anmutig rebarbed Staubgefäßen, die wie der Fallin aussahen
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. Our search for a wilderness; an account of two ornithological expeditions to Venezuela and to British Guiana . ew up the water close to him. The little flyingfish became more numerous as we went on, skimming hereand there in the smooth pools. Twice we saw one dash atan insect, once a large bee and the second time a butterfly, but they were less successful in their insect hunting thanthe Swallows — both the Banded 118 and the Variegated 119—which swooped across our bow. Whenever we went close toa bank we saw multitudes of a new flower, with its gracefulrebarbed stamens, looking like the falling lines of sparksfrom a rocket. We lunched to-day on a splendid outcropping of rock onthe left bank, after chasing into the cracks some big andremarkably colored tarantulas, with light red bodies anddark legs. One of the most delightful surprises on this trip was the boatsongs of the blacks. How we wished afterwards that we hadwritten down the words and music at the time. One melodyremains clear in our memory: Adagio, i V • * • >>- 6 4 - ; • • # £ - : Ml m 266 OUR SEARCH FOR A WILDERNESS.. WATER TRAIL FROM GEORGETOWN TO AREMU. 267 The words of the songs were delightful. One never-endingrefrain imparted the original and thrilling information that A long time ago is a veree long time. Another song was the Stevedores Shantee. Then allwould break out in a wild harmony. Dat citee hotel is de place wha I dwell, Fare thee well — fare thee well — my citee hotel, My citee hotel — my citee hotel. The one of which we never tired was all about Salina —mya dear, and we made the men sing it over and over untilthey were breathless. Like all negroes they were full of spirits and childish humor.Their paddling was splendid but terribly wasteful of strength, as at the end of each stroke they gave a strong upward jerk, sending a shower of drops into the air. Our luggage ballyhoowas sometimes abreast of us across the river and when thesunlight was reflected from the eight cir
