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prevent it from sinking, it is packed in " bark logs," or light, 

 buoyant cradles, capable of carrying a ton or two of logwood. 

 An immense train of these heavily-freighted " bark logs " is often 

 met with on its way down the river, or anchored at night in the 

 middle of the stream. 



Most of the logwood is found in damp, moist districts to 

 the north ; but there are also many tracts to the south, where 

 logwood is very plentiful. 



After passing Soaring Creek and Savannah Bank, we came 

 to Tea Kettle, where we joined once more the main road from 

 Belize to the western frontier. In many places, the road is so 

 overgrown with bush and obstructed by fallen trees, as to be 

 scarcely recognisable. 



At length we came to a stony and somewhat hilly country 

 near Warree Head Creek, with a good view of extensive country 

 covered by a rich tropical forest. 



Monkey Fall Savannah appears to offer a good site for a fine 

 cattle pen, with a plentiful supply of good water. 



After crossing Granny Creek we reached Mount Hope, an 

 old settlement in an advanced state of decay, and with but few 

 huts remaining. 



After some ten hours in the saddle, and numerous diver- 

 gencies from the regular track, to examine and explore the 

 forest, I was glad to accept a night's rest from Mr. Gillett, uncle 

 of my host at Orange Walk, who kindly offered every comfort 

 which his small house could afford. 



Early next morning, leaving my collector at Mount Hope, 

 I pushed on for the Cayo, crossing Little Barton Creek 

 and Great Barton Creek, both greatly swollen after heavy 

 rains. 



The road next went through Tiger Kun, a large mahogany 

 works, in a magnificent district. The forest here had fine india- 



