“Notwithstanding it forms so common a feature in our landscapes, being
seen every day and every where, on the mountain as well as in the
plain, in the city as well as in the country, the Aura is not common
to the West Indies. It exists in Cuba and Trinidad, but is unknown in
Hayti, and in all the intermediate islands of the Caribbean chain. We
are no doubt indebted for it to an accidental colony blown over to us
from Cuba, and Cuba herself owes it to some stray visitants from the
neighbouring continent of Florida. Some similar fortuity imparted to us
in common with Cuba, from America, its naturalized hive-bee, which is
said to have been, at comparatively a late period, an introduction into
St. Domingo.
“Those who ascribe the power which the Vulture possesses of discerning
from a distance its carrion food, to the sense of seeing or to the
sense of smelling, _exclusively_, appear to me to be both in error. It
is the two senses, exerted sometimes singly, but generally unitedly,
which give the facility which it possesses of tracing its appropriate
food from far distances. * * * * I shall relate one or two occurrences,
which seem to me to be instances in which the sense of seeing and the
sense of smelling were sometimes separately and sometimes unitedly
exerted by the Vulture in its quest for food.
“A poor German immigrant who lived alone in a detached cottage in
this town, rose from his bed after a two days’ confinement by fever,
to purchase in the market some fresh meat for a little soup. Before
he could do more than prepare the several ingredients of herbs and
roots, and put his meat in water for the preparation of his pottage,
the paroxysm of fever had returned, and he laid himself on his bed
exhausted. Two days elapsed in this state of helplessness and
inanition; by which time the mass of meat and pot-herbs had putrefied.
The stench becoming very perceptible in the neighbourhood, Vulture
after Vulture as they sailed past were observed always to descend to
the cottage of the German, and to sweep round, as if they had tracked
some putrid carcase, but failed to find exactly where it was. This led
the neighbours to apprehend that the poor man lay dead in his cottage,
as no one had seen him for the two days last past. His door was broken
open; he was found in a state of helpless feebleness, but the room was
most insufferably offensive from something putrefying, which could not
immediately be found, for the fever having deprived the German of his
wits, he had no recollection of his uncooked mess of meat and herbs. No
one imagining that the kitchen pot could contain anything offensive,
search was made everywhere but in the right place: at last the pot-lid
was lifted, and the cause of the insupportable stench discovered in the
corrupted soup-meat.
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