BOILING LAKE OF DOMINICA. 



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J he Jropic jStream. 



Nearly half an hour's careful work was necessary 

 to descend that steep wall, clinging to roots and stems 

 of small trees, at the end of which we reached a 

 gentle slope facing south, covered with trees of goodly 

 size. Here were the remains of an old encamp- 

 ment, empty bottles and sulphur specimens. A stream 

 trickled near by, which we followed to the sulphur 

 basin, whence sulphuretted fumes ascended that would 

 have choked out the stench of a thousand rotten eggs. 

 This was but the beginning of the valley of wonders, 

 the portal to the enchanted land of mysteries. The 



