1834, JANUARY. ARRIVAL AT KAPUPALA 317 



Having tasted neither food nor water since an early hour in the morning, 

 I suffered severely with thirst ; still I slept for a few hours, dreaming 

 the while of gurgling cascades, overhung with sparkling rainbows, of 

 which the dewy spray moistened my whole body, while my lips were 

 all the time glued together with thirst, and my parched tongue almost 

 rattled in my mouth. My poor man, Calipio, was also attacked with 

 inflammation in his eyes, and gladly did we hail the approach of day. 

 The sun rose brightly on the morning of Thursday, January 30th, and 

 gilding the snow over which we had passed, showed our way to have been 

 infinitely more rugged and precarious than it had appeared by moon-light. 

 I discovered that by keeping about a mile and a half too much to the 

 East, we had left the camp nearly five hundred feet above our present 

 situation ; and returning thither over the rocks, we found Honori engaged 

 in preparing breakfast. He had himself reached the camp about noon 

 on the second day. He gave me a Calabash full of water, with a large 

 piece of ice in it, which refreshed me greatly. A few drops of opium in 

 the eyes afforded instant relief both to Calipio and myself. The man 

 with the provision was here also, so we shortly made a comfortable meal, 

 and immediately after, leaving one man behind with some food for the 

 bird-catcher and his two companions, we prepared to descend, and started 

 at nine A.M. to retrace the path by which we had come. Gratified though 

 one may be at witnessing the wonderful works of God in such a place as 

 the summit of this mountain presents, still it is with thankfulness that 

 we again approach a climate more congenial to our natures, and welcome 

 the habitations of our fellow-men, where we are refreshed with the scent 

 of vegetation, and soothed by the melody of birds. When about three 

 miles below the camp, my three companions of yesterday appeared like 

 mawkins, on the craggy lava, just at the very spot where I had come 

 down. A signal was made them to proceed to the camp, which was 

 seen and obeyed, and we proceeded onwards, collecting a good many 

 plants by the way. Arriving at Strawberry Well, we made a short halt 

 to dine, and ascertained the barometer to be 25 750' ; air 57, and the 

 well 51 ; dew 56. There were vapoury light clouds in the sky, and 

 a S.W. wind. We arrived at Kapupala at four P.M. The three other 

 men came up at seven, much fatigued, like myself. Bar. at Kapupala 

 at eight P.M. 27 936' ; air 57 ; and the sky clear." 



