Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-09-13
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head and many-colored bill, which flies with
quick, repeated gflappings, instead of
the usual slow heron wing-beats.
Into the Wilderness.
By the morning Of January we had left
the marsh region. There were low hills
here and there, and the land was covered
with dense forest From time to time we
passed little clearings with palm-thatched
houses We were approaching Caceres,
where the easiest part of Our trip would end.
We had lived in much comfort on the
little steamer. The food was plentiful and
the cooking good at night we slept on
deck i'll cots or hammocks The mosquitoes
were rarely troublesome, although in the
daytime we were sometimes bothered by
numbers of biting horsefies.
The bird life was wonderful. One of the
characteristic sights we were always seeing
was that of number of heads and necks of
cormorants and snake-birds without any
bodies, projecting above water. and disap
pearing as the steamer approached. Skim
mers and thick-blled tern we're plentiful
here right in the heart of the continent
In addition to the spurred lapwing. char
acteristic and most interesting resident of
most of South America, we found tiny red
legged plover which also breed and are at
home i'll the tropics. The contrasts in hab
its between closely allied species are won
derful. Among the plovers and bay snipe
there are species that live all the year round
in almost the same places, in tropical and
subtropca lands: and other related forms
which wander over the whole EARTH and
spend about all their time, now in the arctic
and cold temperate regions of the far north,
now in the cold temperate regions of the
south.
These latter wide-wandering birds of the
seashore and the riverbanks pass most of
their lives in regions Of almost perpetual
sunlight They spend the breeding season,
the northern summer. in the land OF the
midnight sun, during the long arctic day.
They then fly for endless distances down
across the north temperate zone, across the
equator through the lands where the days
and nights are always OF equal length into
another hemisphere. and spend another
summer of long days and long twilights in
the far south where the antarctic winds cool
lnelll. Wlnle tne1l nesting nome. DIT lHe OlUcl
end OF the world, is shrouded beneath the
iron desolation of the polar night
Good-by to Civilization.
In the late afternoon of the fifth we
reached the quaint, old-fashioned little town
of Sac Luis de Caceres, on the outermost
frings OF the settled region OF the state OF
Matte Crosse, the last town we should see
before reaching the villages of the Amazon.
AS we approached we passed half-clad
black washerWomen on the rivers edge.
The men, with the local band were gath
cred at the steeply sloping foot of the main
street, where the steamer came to her moor
ings. Groups OF women and girls, white
and brown, watched us from the low bluff
their skirts and bodices were red, blue.
green. Of all colors.
Sgg had gone ahead with much of the
baggage he met us in an improvised mo-
torboat. consisting OF dugout to the side
of which he had clamped our Evnrude mo-
tor; he was giving several of the local citi
zens of prominencea ride, to their huge en-
joyment
The streets of the little town were un-