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fancied the scent of roasted flesh was coming from them. 
Sometimes the owner of the legs had gone to sleep with 
them hanging down in this way, and sprang up suddenly 
like a grasshopper: when the flame reached them or 
when they touched a burning log. Musing upon these 
things, I passed the time until the sun had risen, when 
the Indians, one after another, came out of their ham- 
mocks and prepared to cook our breakfast. 1am sorry 
to say that my coffee was finished and I had to put up 
with the Indian substitute, thick gruel of cassava meal or 
arrowroot, very proper for little children of one to 
three years of age but of course unsuitable for me ; how- 
ever it warmed me considerably and made me feel more 
comfortable. A large piece of roasted leg of venison, 
with saw-dust-like cassava bread followed the babies’ 
pap, after eating which we at once started to return. 
Before leaving this cold place a shrub having rather 
large dull green leaves and magnificent crimson bell- 
shaped flowers with milk-white centres, met my eyes, and 
I gathered some specimens for my herbarium. It was 
the beautiful Leiothamnus Elizabethz, very rare here, 
but more common on the summits of the Coast-Andes of 
Puerto Cabello in Venezuela. After much trouble and 
with very sore feet, I reached the plateau from whence 
I intended to sketch the great sandstone wall. But a 
view from here at this early time in the morning was not 
to be thought of, as a mass of clouds hung like a great 
pall over everything, covering up all below and leaving 
only the strange-shaped forks and pinnacles of the cliff 
to be illumined by the rising sun, which, according as 
the rays were refracted, glowed with splendid purples 
and yellows. 
