I got across all right by sticking my feet between rocks and put on my shoes and crawled up on the old Johnnie.
He smelt of musk so strong that you could have found him in the dark.
I had, a beautiful shot at him at fifty yards but I was too greedy and ran around some rocks to get nearer and he heard me and dived.

I shot a macaw, one of those overgrown parrots with tail feathers three feet from tip to tip.

I got him with a rifle and as Griscom had got his with a shotgun I came out all right as a marksman although I was very sore at missing the wild cat.

We sleep in hats and we sleep precious little for the dogs and pigs and insects all help to keep us awake and I cannot get used to a hammock.

The native beds are made of matting such as they put over tea chests, or bull's hide stretched.