Cover

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pp. C-C

Title Page, Copyright, Dedication

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pp. i-vi

Contents

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pp. vii-viii

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Preface

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pp. ix-xii

Loren Eiseley, the great naturalist and insomniac, wrote: “[B]ut in the city or the country small things important to our lives have no reporter except as he who does not sleep may observe them. And that man must be disencumbered of reality. He must have no commitment to the dark ...

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1. Waiting for Long-eared Owls

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pp. 1-18

I spent my first night at Pine Lake, a peaceful oasis in the Nebraska Sandhills, twenty years ago. I pitched my blue dome tent in a hillside grove of ponderosa pines, where I could gaze out across the water to the empty grass-covered dunes that rolled and tumbled toward the eastern horizon....

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2. African Nights among Fruit Bats, Fig Trees, and Elephants

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pp. 19-40

Imagine you are in a car in the blackness of night in wildest South Africa. The engine is off, and you and your companions sit quietly. You peer out of the window at the dead-end dirt road ahead. You hear grunts, howls, roars, snorts, and other animal noises from the direction ...

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3. Undersea at Night in Darwin’s Galapagos

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pp. 41-70

We descend into the sea as a group, shivering and holding hands and looking at each other like deer in headlights. It occurs to me, as I’m sure it occurs to each of the group members: Why on earth are we doing this? I think that we have finally gone too far. I wonder, When did we cross the line separating daring from stupidity? When the headlines...

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4. Chasing Nightly Marvels in the Rocky Mountains

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pp. 71-98

Dusk. Kate and I are hiking into the eastern foothills of the Southern Rocky Mountains. As shadows lengthen, the woods begin to come alive with animals accustomed to working the night shift. A towering thunderhead lights up and bellows above, momentarily spinning dusk back to familiar day. But darkness is winning the hour. From a distance, ...

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5. Nights on the Equator

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pp. 99-120

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzz.
A common sound in the tropical night. Too common. Much too common. Actually, too common anywhere. At least according to everyone I know, or have ever met, or anyone sane.
Bzzzzz....

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6. Do Not Go Gentle into That Tropical Night

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pp. 121-134

I have always been afraid of the dark. So not only is it ironic that I work at night a great deal, it is also odd that I work in the dim dank understory of tropical forests. Despite the numerous gaps, edges, rivers, and clearings, it always seems dark in the rainforest, where the green walls press in on all sides. Nights in those green cages offer a special...

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7. Nights: From South to North, Hot to Cold

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pp. 135-166

It was darker than a black desert night in Texas. There was a new moon, thick clouds, and my AA-battery ultraviolet light shed a beach ball–sized circle of light. Beyond the light’s reach, I heard it: the fast rattling buzz of a black-tailed rattlesnake....

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8. Volcanoes and Fruit Bats

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pp. 167-190

The volcano had been grumbling for several hours, rolling great glowing boulders down the flanks of its steep slopes in my general direction. It was July 1997 and I was nearing the end of a very long night after a very long day. I tried not to take any of this too personally as the volcano was nearly two miles away. Still I was mesmerized. Standing ...

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pp. 191-194