Our proposed hunting-ground on this occasion lay across the water, about fifteen miles distant.We set out in a small montaria, at four o'clock in the morning, again leaving the encampment asleep, and travelled at a good pace up the northern channel of the Solimoens, or that lying between the island Catua and the left bank of the river.The northern shore of the island had a broad sandy beach reaching to its western extremity.We gained our destination a little after daybreak; this was the banks of the Carapanatuba, [Meaning, in Tupi, the river of many mosquitoes: from carapana, mosquito, and ituba, many.] a channel some 150 yards in width, which, like the Anana already mentioned, communicates with the Cupiyo.To reach this we had to cross the river, here nearly two miles wide.Just as day dawned we saw a Cayman seize a large fish, a Tambaki, near the surface; the reptile seemed to have a difficulty in securing its prey, for it reared itself above the water, tossing the fish in its jaws and making a tremendous commotion.I was much struck also by the singular appearance presented by certain diving birds having very long and snaky necks (the Plotus Anhinga).Occasionally a long serpentine form would suddenly wriggle itself to a height of a foot and a half above the glassy surface of the water, producing such a deceptive imitation of a snake that at first I had some difficulty in believing it to be the neck of a bird; it did not remain long in view, but soon plunged again beneath the stream.
We ran ashore in a most lonely and gloomy place, on a low sand-bank covered with bushes, secured the montaria to a tree, and then, after making a very sparing breakfast on fried fish and mandioca meal, rolled up our trousers and plunged into the thick forest, which here, as everywhere else, rose like a lofty wall of foliage from the narrow strip of beach.We made straight for the heart of the land, John Jabuti leading, and breaking off at every few steps a branch of the lower trees, so that we might recognise the path on our return.The district was quite new to all my companions, and being on a coast almost totally uninhabited by human beings for some 300 miles, to lose our way would have been to perish helplessly.I did not think at the time of the risk we ran of having our canoe stolen by passing Indians, unguarded montarias being never safe even in the ports of the villages, Indians apparently considering them common property, and stealing them without any compunction.No misgivings clouded the lightness of heart with which we trod forward in warm anticipation of a good day's sport.
The tract of forest through which we passed was Ygapo, but the higher parts of the land formed areas which went only a very few inches under water in the flood season.It consisted of a most bewildering diversity of grand and beautiful trees, draped, festooned, corded, matted, and ribboned with climbing plants, woody and succulent, in endless variety.The most prevalent palm was the tall Astryocaryum Jauari, whose fallen spines made it necessary to pick our way carefully over the ground, as we were all barefooted.There was not much green underwood, except in places where Bamboos grew; these formed impenetrable thickets of plumy foliage and thorny, jointed stems, which always compelled us to make a circuit to avoid them.The earth elsewhere was encumbered with rotting fruits, gigantic bean-pods, leaves, limbs, and trunks of trees; fixing the impression of its being the cemetery as well as the birthplace of the great world of vegetation overhead.Some of the trees were of prodigious height.
We passed many specimens of the Moratinga, whose cylindrical trunks, I dare not say how many feet in circumference, towered up and were lost amidst the crowns of the lower trees, their lower branches, in some cases, being hidden from our view.Another very large and remarkable tree was the Assacu (Sapium aucuparium).Atraveller on the Amazons, mingling with the people, is sure to hear much of the poisonous qualities of the juices of this tree.
Its bark exudes, when hacked with a knife, a milky sap, which is not only a fatal poison when taken internally, but is said to cause incurable sores if simply sprinkled on the skin.My companions always gave the Assacu a wide berth when we passed one.The tree looks ugly enough to merit a bad name, for the bark is of a dingy olive colour, and is studded with short and sharp, venomous-looking spines.
After walking about half a mile we came upon a dry watercourse, where we observed, first, the old footmarks of a tapir, and, soon after, on the margin of a curious circular hole full of muddy water, the fresh tracks of a Jaguar.This latter discovery was hardly made when a rush was heard amidst the bushes on the top of a sloping bank on the opposite side of the dried creek.We bounded forward; it was, however, too late, for the animal had sped in a few minutes far out of our reach.It was clear we had disturbed, on our approach, the Jaguar, while quenching his thirst at the water-hole.A few steps further on we saw the mangled remains of an alligator (the Jacaretinga).The head, forequarters, and bony shell were the only parts which remained;but the meat was quite fresh, and there were many footmarks of the Jaguar around the carcase-- so that there was no doubt this had formed the solid part of the animal's breakfast.My companions now began to search for the alligator's nest, the presence of the reptile so far from the river being accountable for on no other ground than its maternal solicitude for its eggs.
