While speaking of
the birds of paradise, I should like to describe the great variety which
exists. Those I have described are very different from the ordinary
bird of paradise, with which ladies were accustomed to ornament their
hats and bonnets. That is a very beautiful little bird, but not to be
compared to the Great Paradise bird, or the Red Paradise bird, or the
King Paradise bird, or, indeed, to several others which I saw brought
from various parts of New Guinea, or from the neighbouring islands. One
of the most curious and beautiful is the Red Paradise bird, which is
said to be only found in the island of Waigiou. In the same island,
another bird, called the Red Magnificent, is found.

The birds having been prepared for travelling, the savages now roused
themselves, and signified to us that we must continue hunting. We kept
close to Macco, knowing that he was more likely to be successful than we
were. We urged him to try and get away from them, that we might be by
ourselves.

"But we get lost; we no find our way back," he answered.

"But I thought you were accustomed to your native forests, and that you
could easily find your way," I observed.

"Dis forest not like my forest," he answered. "I dere know de signs.
Here bery different. I live here one year, two year, and den I find my
way about."

"I thought you could find your way by instinct," I said, "through the
forest."

"Macco not know what 'stinct mean," he answered. "Me know de signs on
de trees, de way de rivers run or de streams run, where de mountains
are, where de sun rise, where de sun set. Den know de way."

However we managed, while our masters started off in one direction, to
take an opposite one; and before long, as we moved cautiously through
the wood, we caught sight of a cuscus. Macco was quickly up a tree, and
soon captured the poor beast. Not long after we came up with a tree
kangaroo, to which we gave chase. We caught him as we had done the
other on our island, and had now two animals to take to our masters. We
hung them by their feet over a bamboo, and carried them along in the
direction we believed would lead to the coast. We had gone some
distance when we began to doubt whether we were going right. The forest
was far too thick to allow us to get a glimpse of the sea, by which we
might have guided our steps. At length, fatigued with carrying our
heavy burden, we stopped to rest. On a piece of fallen timber on which