Identifier: frankradcliffest1884daun (find matches)
Title: Frank Radcliffe; a story of travel and adventure in the forests of Venezuela
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Daunt, Achilles
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Publisher: London, New York, T. Nelson
Contributing Library: Brown University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brown University

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dentstreamers, giving it a peculiarly airy and gracefulappearance. The huge trunk furnished a convenientsite for beautiful orchids and immense ferns, whichbent downwards towards the water, forming a leafywall that enclosed a secluded cove, into which weshot the boat. The open space led back from the river towardsthe gloomy recesses of the forest, dim with a greendarkness, against which, in bold relief, stood a palmwith a crest resembling the fantastic feather head-dress of an Indian chief. On all sides huno: lianasand parasitic plants like flowery ropes, connecting theearth with the topmost branches, and forming a fairy-like scene of intricate interlacement, in which the eyeloved to lose itself, while the imagination suggestedstill fairer scenes concealed beyond the verdantdrapery. Above the fragrant forest extended a sky of deepestblue, cloudless and aglow with sunlight. The riverflowed past with a sleepy sound, as if enervated bythe debilitating heat, while the air was filled with a
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ORCHIDS. Pagfe 146. PECCARIES. 149 subdued hum of insect life, which oppressed me withsuch drowsiness that, after swallowing our simpledinner, I stretched myself beneath the palm-thatchedcabin in the boat and quickly lost all consciousness. I could not have been long asleep when I wasroused by shouts accompanied by shots on the bank.Looking from under my cover, I saw George and theIndians rushing down the bank towards the boat, intowhich they jumped hastily, at the same momentseizing the oars and pushing off. There was no need to inquire the cause of thisextraordinary commotion, for I perceived at the samemoment a crowd of small pig-like animals runningquickly towards the river, and apparently in full pur-suit of my companions. A noise like the snapping ofcastanets was made by these animals, together with ashrill grunting, that left me no longer in doubt as tothe species they belonged to. They were peccaries,the wild hoofs of the South American forests. Wewere now safe, floating about

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