ISTHMUS OF TEHUANTEPEC 



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out cutting one's way ; the parrots chattering in the trees, the brilliant 

 macaws flying to and fro, and the wealth of flowers, big and little, held 

 me spellbound. I was awakened from my revery by Mr. Adams, who 

 led me up over the hill where lived the owner of the rubber trees, who 

 welcomed us warmly, and prepared an abundant meal, chatting most 

 entertainingly about the country and its prospects. 



After a siesta, the horses having come, we mounted and trotted 



INTERIOR CAMP NO. 4, ON PLANTATION KUEIO. 



gaily away; that is, Mr. Adams did, but as I had not been on horseback 

 since I was ten years old, I felt anything but frivolous. A Mexican 

 saddle, however, kept me within bounds, and very soon the trail entered 

 the virgin forest and got so rough and muddy that the trot calmed down 

 to a walk, much to my satisfaction. 



I don't think I shall ever forget one particular place in that road, 



