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pearance of grotesque excrescences. This tamandua often moves about during the day, in its slow progress much resembling the sloths, though its

food is so very dif102,

ferent from the animal of the Cecropiatree (bicho de entbaüba). This species dwells chiefly in the thick forests, and goes into the Gapo at all seasons of the year, and it was one of this sort which the party had seen.

But there are still two other kinds that make their home upon the trees, — both exceedingly curious little ani

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than the large tamanduas. They are distinguished by the name of tamandua-i, which in the Indian language means "little tamandua.” One of them, the rarest of the family, is about the size of a half-grown kitten. Instead of hair, it wears a fine wool of a grayish-yellow color, soft and silky to the touch. The other is of the same size, but dingy brown in color, and with hair of a coarser kind. These little ant-eaters both sleep through the day, curled up in the cavity of a tree, or in some fork of the branches, and only display their activity by night.

Thus it is that the ants have no chance of escaping from their numerous enemies. On the earth they are attacked and destroyed by the great anteater, in the trees by his brother with the four curving claws. By day one species preys upon them, — by night, another. Go where they will, there is a foe to fall upon them. Even when they seek security under the earth, there too are they pursued by enemies of their own tribe, the savage ecitons, which enter their subterranean dwellings, and kill them upon their own hearths, to be dragged forth piecemeal and devoured in the light of the sun!



If the tamandua had been surprised by the disappearance of the tocandeiras, it was not less so to see approaching a creature more than ten times its own size. This creature was of a dark bronze color, having a long, upright body, a pair of legs still longer, arms almost as long as the legs, and a roundish head with long black hair growing out of its crown, and hanging down over its shoulders. If the ant-eater had never before seen a human being, - which was probable enough, - it saw one now; for this creature was no other than old Munday, who had taken a fancy to capture that tamandua. Perhaps the little quadruped may have mistaken him for an ape, but it must have also thought him the grandest it had ever set eyes upon. Swinging itself from branch to branch, using both claws and tail to effect its flight, it forsook the tree where it had slept, and took to another farther into the forest. But Munday had anticipated this movement, and passed among the branches and over the matted llianas with the agility of an ape, – now climbing up from limb to limb, now letting himself down by some hanging sipo.

He was soon joined in the pursuit by Richard Trevannion, who was an expert climber, and, if unable to overtake the ant-eater in a direct chase, could be of service in helping to drive it back to the tree it had just left, and which stood at the end of a projecting tongue of the forest. It is possible that Munday might have been overmatched, with all his alertness; for the tamandua had reached the narrowest part of the peninsula before he could get there. Once across the isthmus, which consisted of a single tree, it would have had the wide forest before it, and would soon have hidden itself amid the matted tangle of leaves and twigs. Richard, however was too cunning to let the ant-eater escape him. Dropping into the water, he swam towards the isthmus with all his strength, and reached the tree before the tamandua.

By this time Munday had arrived from the opposite quarter, and was

already climbing into the same tree. Seeing itself intercepted on both sides, the tamandua began crawling up towards the topmost branches. But Munday was too quick for it, and springing after, with the agility of a cat, he caught hold of it by one of the hind legs. Being an animal insignificant in size, and apparently in strength, the spectator supposed he would speedily have dragged it down. In this, however, they were mistaken, not taking account of the power in its fore limbs and tail.

Notwithstanding the tapuyo exerted all his strength, he could not detach it from the tree ; and even when assisted by his companion, was only able to get the fore legs free. The tail, lapped several times around a limb, resisted all their efforts. But Munday cut the clinging tail with his knife, leaving two or three of its rings around the branch. Then, twisting the stump around his wrist, he swung the animal back against the trunk with a force that deprived it at once of strength and life.

Mayne Reid.


would I were a fairy,

Up in the cherry-tree,
And if 't were always summer,

How happy I should be !
I would breakfast on a cherry,

And when I came to dine,
The stone should be a wine-glass

To hold my ruby wine.
The bee should bring me honey,

And the butterfly should bear
My tiny form, whenever

I wished to take the air.
The wind should bring me odors

From the fields of new-mown hay,
And the birds should give me music

All the live-long summer day.
No lessons in the tree-top, ,

No puzzling sums for me!
O, I would I were a fairy,

Up in the cherry-tree,
And if 't were always summer,
How happy I should be !

Tacie Townsend.

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But autumn brought both clouds and grief, Of painting the feelings that glow in the My first has faded with the leaf. heart.

Your love that once was true and warm Yet had it not been for my second's kind | Has grown my second now; aid,

And much I fear that winter's storm No respect had my first from a creature Will break each weakened vow. been paid.

Chilled by thy frown and autumn's blast The name of my whole you can surely! My first becomes my second fast.

reveal When I tell you it's chiefly composed of Now golden summer smiles no more, bright steel.

And the sweet past is fled;
DEXTER, And all my cherished dreams are o'er,

My first is fallen and dead.
No. 3.

O, pray take pity on my soul,
WHEN summer skies were blue and bright, Or I shall soon become my whole.
And summer days were long,


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