MY FRIENDS POMONA AND CERES. 



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crop on their limbs, which I quickly gathered and 

 bore to my camp. 



The trees were shaggy and filled with dead wood, 

 from long neglect, and so I spent several days in 

 pruning them, cutting off the small and surplus 

 branches in order to throw the sap back into the 



Cacao tree and fruit. 



larger ones where the next season's fruit could be 

 benefited by it. 



I might not be here to gather that crop, to be 

 sure, but it was no more than right that I should in 

 some way pay for that I had gathered, and some one 

 was sure to come after me. 



