A MONKEY HUNT IN THE MOUNTAINS. 



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leys of palms to the sea. Above, the road is narrow 

 and steep, but flagged with rough stones ; it leads 

 through diminutive forests of cacao, each with a little 

 thatched hut as its center, and then houses and groves 

 are left, and the high woods entered, cutting through 

 banks of clay over which vines and trees lean, ready 

 to fall. On the crest of the mountain-ridge, three 

 miles from any neighbor, is a house surrounded by a 

 cleared space ; flowers bloom in a little garden, and 



pRAND pTANG, 



bananas wave tattered pennons in the wind. A ve- 

 randa looks to the south, and a negro policeman looks 

 at me as I ride to the door. This was the police sta- 

 tion, the "Grand-Etang House;" and to the man In 

 charge I gave a letter from his chief in town, directing 

 him to aid, by all lawful means, my attempts to secure 

 a monkey. 



From the elevated character of the region, the 

 Grand Etang House was most unpleasantly cold at 

 night ; rude blasts assailed it, and fierce tempests 



