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but with a very thin glutinous matter about both 

 Sides of the Leaf: If a Leaf touches our Cheek, 

 in riding along the Road by them, I know experi- 

 mentally that it will raife an immediate Blifter 

 which ends in a Scab ; break a Bough, and there 

 ifTues out a milk-white Water, that is ftill more 

 poifonous : the Fruit is much ranker Poifon yet. 

 The Fruit is of the fize and fhape and fmell of 

 an EngUJh Crab. 



5. We travelled up the Gill or Gully about 

 two hundred yards, and then fate down in a 

 cool Shade, upon the mofly Banks of a very little 

 but exceedingly tranfparent River, that ran the 

 whole length of it quite down to the Sea, regaling 

 our felves with fonie of the fweeteft Water I ever 

 drank ; where we indulged our Souls with foo th- 

 ing difcourfe upon the Happinefs of a retired ftatc 

 of life, concluding that we wanted nothing juft 

 then to render the place a moft delicious Paradife, 

 but each of us a fair JS^v, and a fmall Cottage. 



6. Upon difcovering from thence thorough the 

 Boughs of the Trees two large Ships pafs by to- 

 wards the Ifland of Eujiachia^ I could not help 

 repeating out q£ Milton ^ book iv. line 159. 



^ As ivken to them who fail 



Beyond the Cape of Hope^ and now are paji 

 Mozambique^ off at Sea North-Eafi Wifids blow 

 ^abean Odours from the fpicy Shore 



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