THE VOYAGE. 25 



other tropical trees, that one hardly credits the 

 existence of terraces, or that hill and valley are 

 hid beneath the unbroken surface of green. v A 

 little village lies hid in a palm-grove at the base 

 of the hill, and in the ravine behind it bubbles 

 up the spring of pure fresh water, that never 

 fails, and from which all vessels touching at 

 Panama obtain their supply. 



Mr. Baurman, a geologist, accompanied me on 

 a ramble through its woods and along the sea- 

 coast. We did nothing to distinguish ourselves 

 save getting frightfully hot, being wellnigh 

 famished with thirst (for we were far away from 

 the water), and although I fired at the cocoanuts 

 in the hope of bringing one down, only succeeded 

 in making holes in them and letting out the 

 much-coveted milk, that fell on us like a shower 

 of rain ; shooting a few doves amongst the 

 pineapples, and a turkey-buzzard on the summit 

 a frightful crime in Tobago, of which, at the 

 time, I was in happy ignorance ; but, fortunately 

 for me, Baurman carried the bird, and was 

 deemed, for his good nature, the greater culprit. 

 The most singular sight we stumbled on was a 

 bull, saddled and bridled in equine fashion, with 

 a black man riding on his back. Tauro might 



