Edward Stratemeyer,
Lost on the Orinoco; or, American boys in Venezuela
(1902)
“ As they advanced the constant screeching of green parrots reached their ears, mingled with the distant pandemonium created by a tribe of howling monkeys.“What a noise they make,” cried Darry. “I never heard such a racket in my life.”“Those monkeys are the genuine ring-tail howling monkeys,” laughed the professor. “They are the pest of a hunter’s camp. When once they make up their mind to serenade you at night nothing short of a hurricane can stop them. Their howl, heard [255] in the darkness, is the most mournful sound on earth, ten times worse than that of a dog baying at the moon.” ”
