The Swedish wildlife photographer has journeyed to Trinidad, and this is a robust, entertainingly personal account. Mr. Lindblad fearlessly, jauntily stalks the magnificent fauna of the area, crawling into caves filled with nasty surprises, nipping poisonous snakes into a collecting bottle, camping out in trees and swamps. However, a good deal of the author's wit and daring is skillfully applied in doing poachers and exploiters out of their kills. He saves the life of a giant egg-laying turtle by dangling Hollywood promises before tha assassins; alarms poachers of the scarlet ibis by shouts and strategy; plants a potent TV remark about the possibility of infra-red film and seems to deter nighttime bird hunts. Observations of the wild hunted are rewarding--a cave full of shrieking oilbirds who never see daylight; extravagant birds, including the brilliant little hummingbird; primordial reptiles and insects. Lindblad is enraged by wildlife destruction and his conservation message is an angry demand rather than a plea. With Lindblad's own beautiful photographs, this is a trek to a naturalist's paradise where the armchair fancier would hardly clare to tread.