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Rough Notes of a Journey Through the Wilderness; From Trinidad to Para, Brazil, by Way of the Great Cataracts of the Orinoco, Atabapo, and Rio Negro

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  • ISBN13:9781150703461
  • ISBN10:1150703466
  • Publisher:Rarebooksclub.com
  • Language:English
  • Author:Henry Alexander Wickham
  • Binding:Paperback
  • Sub Genre:General
  • SUPC: SDL933421796

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...long time in reaching Blewfields, being detained a whole day about Monkey Point, under which we anchored, spending the time pleasantly enough, fishing at bottom for "crook-crook," so named by the Moskitos, from the noise the captive makes when taken out of the water: in appearance, it is something between the perch and the wiasse of our coast. "We were becalmed the greater part of the next day, and caught more "crook-crook" for breakfast and dinner. Monkey Point is certainly a very pretty spot, and would, no doubt, make a good harbour with Captain Pirn's proposed improvements. At present, the Carib boats and other small coasters always make for it at the first threatenings of a storm, and are often for safety compelled to remain there for days. About three o'clock, passing between Blewfields Bluff and Cassada Cay, we entered Blewfields Lagoon. The bluff is a bold headland, indicating the mouth of the northern entrance of the lagoon. From a distance it looks like an island, being joined to the mainland only by a low narrow strip of mangroves. After sailing half way across the lagoon, we anchored at sunset near a little island covered with broken cocoa-nut trees, called Bluffway Cay, and situated opposite the settlement. What struck me most here was the desolate appearance of the forest, ravaged by a hurricane, which had caused the devastation about a year before (1865). I went ashore at once in the canoe, intending to call on the missionary, Mr. Lundberg, to whom I had brought a letter of introduction. It was dark when I landed, and, as at Grey Town, I was much struck by the wonderful variety of sounds among the insect and reptile life. In coming on shore, my eyes, ears, and nose were quite filled with small things resembling sand-fl...

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