A TROPICAL JUNGLE. 99 



dered lazily up from the distant Indian Ocean. 

 Directly before our tent door the slope fell 

 gently away through a sparse cocoanut grove 

 whose straight stems panelled our view, then 

 rose again to the clear-cut outline of a straight 

 ridge opposite. The crest of this was sentinelled 

 by tall scattered cocoanut trees, the " bursting 

 star " pyrotechnic effect of their tops being 

 particularly fine against the sky. 



After a five hours' tropical march uphill we 

 were glad to sit under our green dome, to look 

 at our view, to enjoy the little breeze, and to 

 drink some of the cocoanuts our friends the vil- 

 lagers brought in. 



