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croaking of lizards and the many in- 

 sect voices of a tropical night. Then 

 we would return with our bundles to 

 our chairs to repeat this performance 

 many, many times before the coach 

 actually appeared. 



We had a remarkable ride with 

 our monkey, jumping- jack driver, in 

 the early dawn, through a picturesque 

 region, much of the way skirting the 

 seashore. At first we were rather terri- 

 fied at the reckless driving up and 

 down steep hills, through dark woods 

 and across rivers without bridges, the 

 water often rising to the body of the 

 coach. The driver continuously lashed 

 the mules, first on the right, then on 

 the left, the whip lash circling rapidly 

 to and fro, the performance being 

 occasionally diversified by his dashing 

 down beneath the fender, the mules 

 still on the jumping canter, to catch 



