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water. Crossing the stream we entered an abandoned 

 provision ground, where we disturbed two girls and a 

 boy gathering yams and tanniers. They shrieked and 

 fled, without staying to answer our bon jour. We 

 then marched up the gravelly bed of a brook near the 

 river bank, our path overhung by wild oranges and 



The Hunter's Bath. 



coffee trees, until we came abruptly upon a perpen- 

 dicular wall of rock directly across our path. It was 

 black and frowning, dotted with lovely ferns and long 

 drooping leaves of the wild plantain. Swerving 

 aside, we found that we must cross the river, and that 

 the channel was too deep to wade, and we must 

 swim it. 



