an ocoki-tree, and were loading themselves with the fruit 
to satisfy the cravings of hunger, for the Indian’s throat 
and mouth seem invulnerable to all those scarifying sub- 
stances which act upon civilised man. The tree is one of 
the loftiest in the forest, but the fruit falls as soon as 
ripe, and its hard woody coating preserves it from injury. 
Baskets, shirts, trousers, ete,, were soon filled with the 
fruit and emptied into the canoe; and I made each of 
the Indians bring a small basketful for me; so that we 
had ‘mingau de ocoki’ for three succeeding mornings. ’’ 
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