In the Wilds of South AmericaMiller, Leo E. (Leo Edward)
Philosophy
In the Wilds of South America
Miller, Leo E. (Leo Edward)
Natural history -- South America; South America -- Description and travel
The presence of an ant army is invariably advertised by the sharp
chirp of the ant-wrens attending it. We encountered one, and spent an
exciting half-hour securing two species of ant-birds, one black with
white shoulders (_Myrmelastes_), and the other of a brown color with a
white line running through the centre of the underparts (_Anoplops_);
they had been feeding on beetles and spiders, and examination of the
stomach contents revealed also a few ants. After shooting a bird it was
necessary to enter into the thick of the voracious insects to hunt for
it; but before the trophy could be recovered swarms of ants had climbed
up our legs and clung with a bulldog grip.
Occasionally we saw a flock of manakins--brilliant little sprites of
the forest, always found in the densest thickets. Some are black with
golden heads; others, also black, have yellow breasts and long tufts of
feathers on the throat, giving the bird a comical, bearded appearance;
a third species had a vivid scarlet crest. The males only are brightly
colored; the females are green.
There were signs of peccaries in abundance, but the constant shooting
had frightened them away; so after inspecting an ancient Indian tomb
consisting of a pile of carefully placed stones, overgrown with
creepers, we started for home. Instead of retracing our steps over the
many miles we had come, we followed a narrow gorge which we knew must
lead to the Rio Sucio. Progress was slow and difficult, for the brook
descended in a series of falls, and the rocks were covered with moss
and were slippery; however, having started _via_ this route, it was
impossible to retrace our steps.
There was little of interest along the course of the treacherous
little stream; but we discovered nests of a barred black-and-white
wren (_Thryophilus_) swinging gayly above the water. The basket-shaped
structures had been placed in the wildest, darkest spots, and each
contained a single young bird, dozing peacefully in the entrance
opening, lulled to sleep, no doubt, by the semigloom and the sound of
rushing water.
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