CHAPTER XXVI. 



THE PATH THROUGH THE FOREST — A FORCED MARCH— THE BROMELIJE — 

 MOSQUITOES — THE WATER-PLANT — THE PROMISED LAND — A BAND 

 OF MONKEYS. 



?^RINGALET'S barking, the yelping of the coyotes, the 

 heat, the song of the grasshoppers, and the stings of the 

 mosquitoes, all combined to disturb our rest. About 

 five o'clock the sun rose radiant, and was greeted by the cardinals, 

 trogons, and parrots^ Lucien was aroused by all these fresh 

 sounds, and his eyes rested for some time on the wall of verdure 

 which seemed to bar the entrance of the forest. A cloud of 

 variegated butterflies drew his attention for an instant ; but he 

 was soon absorbed in contemplating the humming-birds with 

 their emerald, purple, and azure plumage. 



L'Encuerado, whose arm was now completely healed, had again 



