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442 NOTES OF A BOTANIST CHAP. For years afterwards the solitary shots in the sombre forests of Lake Vasiva used to haunt my memory and my dreams. They were as mysterious to me, although not so alarming, as the single footprint was to Robinson Crusoe. My ears were always open to some repetition of the sound which might lead to detecting its origin. In April 1857, I was on my voyage up the lonely Pastasa, at the eastern foot of the Andes. My companions were two Spaniards, two whitish lads who acted as our servants, and fourteen Cucama Indians who paddled our two canoes. Five months before, there had been an uprising of the savage Jibaros and Huambisas, who had laid waste the Christian villages on the Amazon, below the Pongo de Manseriche, and the only village (Santander) on the Lower Pastasa. We travelled, therefore, in constant risk of being attacked, and were on the alert day and night. The Indians would never go on shore to cook until we had first landed with our arms and ascertained that the adjacent forest was clear. One morning we had cooked our breakfast, and were just squatting down, Turkish fashion, around the steaming pots, when what sounded like a gunshot quite near brought us all to our feet. But the Jibaros, we knew, had no firearms, and it at once struck me that it was the identical sound heard on Lake Vasiva. "What and where is that?" I ex- claimed. " I will take you straight to it, if you and accepting like," said the old pilot of my canoe ; his offer, I plunged into the bush with him, and in three minutes reached a heap of debris, like a huge haycock, the remains of a decayed Palm -trunk whose sudden fall it was that had startled us. It
NARCOTICS AND STIMULANTS 443 had been a very tall, stout Palm, 80 or 100 feet high at the least. When the vitality of a Palm is exhausted, the crown of fronds first withers and falls, and then the soft interior of the trunk gradu- ally rots and is eaten away by termites until nothing is left but a thin shell ; and when that can no longer bear its own weight, it collapses and breaks up in an instant, with a crash very like a musketshot. 1 A few weeks later, I had to make my way on foot through the forest of Canelos, and it sometimes happened that when we had to cook our supper, after a day of soaking rain, we could find no wood that would burn but these shells of Palm-trunks. (The Palm was the curious Wettinia Maynensis, which abounded there.) A single stroke of a cutlass would often suffice to cause them to collapse and fall, in a mass of dust and splinters, repeating each time the report of the weapon of the mysterious hunter of Vasiva, and not without risk to the operator of being buried in the ruins. Sometimes when I have been deep in the virgin forest, and could not see through the overarching foliage any sign of rain in the sky, or was heedless of it when not a sound or a breath of air disturbed the solemn calm and stillness a shiver would all at once pass through the tree-tops, and yet no wind at all be sensible below. Then all would be still and it was not until a few minutes later that again, a distant soughing announced the coming tempest. The preliminary shudder would bring down dead leaves and twigs, and such a one might have 1 This strange sound is briefly described in Spruce's Journal. Sec vol. i.
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442 NOTES OF A BOTANIST CHAP.<br />
For years afterwards the solitary shots in the<br />
sombre forests of Lake Vasiva used to haunt my<br />
memory and my dreams. <strong>The</strong>y were as mysterious<br />
to me, although not so alarming, as the single footprint<br />
was to Robinson Crusoe. My ears were<br />
always open to some repetition of the sound which<br />
might lead to detecting its origin. In April 1857,<br />
I was on my voyage up the lonely Pastasa, at the<br />
eastern foot of the Andes. My companions were<br />
two Spaniards, two whitish lads who acted as our<br />
servants, and fourteen Cucama Indians who paddled<br />
our two canoes. Five months before, there had<br />
been an uprising of the savage Jibaros and Huambisas,<br />
who had laid waste the Christian villages on<br />
the Amazon, below the Pongo de Manseriche, and<br />
the only village (Santander) on the Lower Pastasa.<br />
We travelled, therefore, in constant risk of being<br />
attacked, and were on the alert day and night.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Indians would never go on shore to cook<br />
until we had first landed with our arms and ascertained<br />
that the adjacent forest was clear. One<br />
morning we had cooked our breakfast, and were<br />
just squatting down, Turkish fashion, around the<br />
steaming pots, when what sounded like a gunshot<br />
quite near brought us all to our feet. But the<br />
Jibaros, we knew, had no firearms, and it at once<br />
struck me that it was the identical sound heard on<br />
Lake Vasiva. "What and where is that?" I ex-<br />
claimed.<br />
"<br />
I will take you straight to it, if you<br />
and accepting<br />
like," said the old pilot of my canoe ;<br />
his offer, I plunged into the bush with him, and in<br />
three minutes reached a heap of debris, like a huge<br />
haycock, the remains of a decayed Palm -trunk<br />
whose sudden fall it was that had startled us. It