There were what they called _utias_, like a rabbit, much used for food, and twice we had seen an animal the size of a fox hanging from a bough by its tail.
If the beasts were few the birds were many.

To see the parrots great and small and gorgeously colored, to see those small, small birds like tossed jewels that never sang but hummed like a bee, to hear a gray bird sing clear and loud and sweet every strain that sang other birds, was to see and hear most joyous things.

Lizards were innumerable; at edge of a marsh we met with tortoises; once we passed coiled around a tree a great serpent.

It looked at us with beady eyes, but the Indians said it would not harm a man.

A thousand, thousand butterflies spread their painted fans.
The trees! so huge of girth and height and wherever was room so spreading, so rich of grain, so full, I knew, of strange virtues! We found one that I thought was cinnamon, and broke twigs and bark and put in our great pouch for the Admiral.