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other tropical trees, that one hardly credits the 
existence of terraces, or that hill and valley are 
hid beneath the unbroken surface of green. <A 
little village lies hid in a palm-grove at the base 
of the hill, and im 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 
