CHAPTER XI. 



A BLUE LIZAED — THE GUAVA TEEE — A CATAEACT — NEST OF YELLOW 

 SEEPENTS — A VEGETABLE HELMET — THE KINGFISHEE — HUNTING 

 WATEE-ELEAS — THE TADPOLE— A COLI.ECTION OF WATEE-BUGS. 



SjHE rice-soup, our every-day fare, was, on this occasion, 

 m^ followed by fawn cutlets broiled on the embers, accom- 

 panied by potatoes. This precious tubercle, in its savage 

 state, only reminded us very slightly of its cultivated progeny. 

 The pulp, instead of being floury, is soft, transparent, and almost 

 tasteless. That, however, did not prevent us from eating them, 

 and doing justice to our venison. 



Whilst we were smoking a cigar, which was called by Sumi- 

 chrast, according to circumstances, the calumet of repose, of 

 council, or of digestion, Lucien returned to the shrub on which 

 he had previously found the insects. He collected a great number 

 of these, and also discovered a third species, which was shaped 



