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Portrait of Mayne Reid Mayne Reid Afloat in the Forest; Or, A Voyage among the Tree-Tops

We can do no good by leaving the place to-night. Wiser for us to wait for the light of the sun.”
“Let all go to rest, then,” commanded the patron, “and be ready for work in the morning. We need keep no lookout, I should think. The galatea is as safe here as if moored in a dry dock. She is aground, I take it, upon the limb of a tree! Ha! ha! ha!”
The thought of such a situation for a sailing craft—moored amid the tops of a tall tree—was of so ludicrous a nature as to elicit a peal of laughter from the patron, which was echoed by the rest of the crew, the Mundurucú alone excepted.
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Portrait of Mayne Reid Mayne Reid Afloat in the Forest; Or, A Voyage among the Tree-Tops

Richard was already congratulating himself on the prospect of escaping from the gloomy shadow, when all at once his companion started, raised his head high above the surface, and gazed backward along the dark arcade. As he did so, an exclamation escaped him, which only could be one of alarm. “A monster!” cried the Mundurucú.
“A monster! What sort? where?”
“Yonder,—just by the edge of the igarápe,—close in to the trees,—his body half hid under the hanging branches.”
“I see something like the trunk of a dead tree, afloat upon the water. A monster you say, Munday? What do you make it out to be?”
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Portrait of Mayne Reid Mayne Reid Afloat in the Forest; Or, A Voyage among the Tree-Tops

Guided by the Mundurucú, the swimmers entered the water arcade before described, and proceeded on to the tree that had furnished the caoutchouc for their swimming-belts. The siphonia, so late the scene of strife and querulous complainings, was now silent as the tomb; not a living arara was in sight or within hearing. The few old birds that had survived the club conflict had forsaken the spot, betaking themselves to some distant part of the forest, perhaps out of the Gapo altogether, to mourn over nests laid desolate, over chicks seized and instantly destroyed by ruthless hands.
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