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The Serpent and the Rainbow - The jaguar - 3

We kept a fast pace until the forest again held us tangibly, drawing us on into a hallucinatory passage devoid of will or desire. Into thjat trance,not twenty meters before me, leapt a black jaguar. It paused for an instant, then turned away and took several strides  toward what would turn out to be the direction of Santa Fe, before springing like a shadow into the vegetation. No one else saw it, but for me it was life itself and, I believe, a portent, for it turned out that Santa Fe was not two weeks away, but rather a mere two days.

That very evening, we found a track that led to the right-of-way of the highway. It had all been a test of will, and as we burst into the full sunlight after so many days in the shade, Sebastian turned to me, placed his arms about my etiolated body, and said simply that God works in mysterious ways. That evening we made camp by a clear stream and broiled a wild turkey that one of the Kuna had shot, and later we slept in the open under a sky full of stars. For our first night since leaving Yavisa, it did not rain.The next morning I arose early, certain that I could reach Santa Fe in a single day. With my belly finally full and the weight of uncertainty lifed from my mind, I basked in the freedom of the open road and felt an exhilaration I had never known before.

My pace increased and I left the others far behind. The road at first was no more than a track that curved hypnotically over and around every contour of the land. Several miles on, however, it rose slowly to the crest of a ridge, and suddenly from the rise I could see the right-of-way of the Pan American Highway, a clear and flattened corridor a hundred meters wide that reached the horizion.

Like a deer on the edge of a clearing, I instinctively fell back, momentarily confounded by so much space. Then I started to walk slowly, tentatively. My senses, which had never been so keen, took in every pulse and movement. No one was behind me, and no one in front, and the forest was reduced to the distant walls of a canyon. Never again would I sense such freedom. I was twenty and felt as if I had reached the heart of where I had dreamed to be.

Before I had left Boston that spring I had advised myself in the frontispiece of my journal to "risk discomfort and solitude for understanding." Now it seems I had found the means, and my chance meeting with the jaguar remained with me, an affirmation of nature's benevolence. After the Darien Gap I began to look upon Professor Schulte's assignments as koans, enigmatic challenges guaranteed to propel me into places beyond my imaginings. 

I accepted them easily, reflexively- as a plant takes to water. Thus, in time, the Darien expedition was reduced to but an eposide in an ethnobotanical apprenticeship that eventually took me  throughout much of western South America. I earned my degree in anthropology in 1977 and, a two-year hiatus from the tropics in northern Canada, returned to Harvard as one of Professor Schultes's graduate students.

Schultes was far more than a catalyst of adventures. His guidance and example gave our expeditions form and substance, while ethnobotany remained the metaphor that lent them utility. he had spent thirteen years in the Amazon because he believed that the Indian knowledge of medicinal plants could offer vital new drugs  for the entire world.

Forty-five years ago, for example he had been one of a handful of plant explorers to note the peculiar properties of curare, the Amazonian arrow and dart poisons. Struck by a poison dart, a monkey high in the forest canopy rapidly loses all muscular control and collapses to the forest floor; often it is the fall, not the toxin that actually kills.

Chemical analysis of these arrow poisons yielded D-tubocurarine, a powerful muscle relaxtant once used in conjuction with various anesthetics in virtually all surgery. The several species that yielded curare were but a few of the eighteen hundred palnts  of medical potential identified by schultes in the northwest Amazon alone. He knew that thousands more remained, elsewhere in the Amazon and around the world. It was to find these that he sent us out. and it was in this spirit that he brought me to the most important assignment of my career.

Late on a Monday afternoon early in 1982, I received a call from Schultes's secretary. I was teaching an undergraduate course with him that semester and expected a discussion of the progress of the class. As I entered his office the venetian blinds were down, and he greeted me without looking up from his desk.

"I've got something for you. Could be intriguing ." He handed me the New York address of Dr. Nathan S. Kline, psychiatrist and pioneer in the field of psychopharmacology- the study of the actions of drugs on the mind. It had been Kline who with a handful of others in the 1950's rose to challenge orthodox Freudian psychiatry by suggesting that at least some mental disorders reflected chemical imbalances that could be rectified  by drugs.

His research led to the development of reserpine, a valuable tranquilizer derived from the Indian Snakeroot, a plant that had been used in Vedic medicine for thousands of years. As a direct result of Kline's work, the number of patients at American Psychiatric institutions had declined from over half a million in the 1950's to some 120,000 today. The accomplishment had proved a two edge sword, however anad had made kline a controversial figure. At least one science reporter had referred to the bag ladaies of New York as Kline's babies.

Schultes moved away from his desk to take a call. When he was finished he asked me if I would be able to leave within a fortnight for the Caribbean country of Haiti.

Reference: The Serpent and the Rainbow: Wade Davis