52 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
CHAPTER V. 
THE BOILING LAKE OF DOMINICA. 
A WILD CAT.—TREE-FERNS.— MOUNTAIN PALMS.—A RARE 
HUMMING-BIRD. — THE VALLEY OF DESOLATION. — MISLED BY 
A BOTTLE.— BOILING SPRINGS.—HOT STREAMS. — SULPHUR 
BATHS. — THE SOLFATARA.— BUILDING THE AJOUPA.— COOK- 
ING BREAKFAST IN A BOILING SPRING. 
Dominica’s fire-cleft summits 
Rise from bluest of blue oceans ; 
Dominica’s palms and plantains 
Feel the trade-wind’s mighty motions, 
Swaying with impetuous stress 
The West Indian wilderness. 
Dominica’s crater-caldron 
Seethes against its lava-beaches ; 
Boils in misty desolation ; — 
Seldom foot its border reaches ; 
Seldom any traveler’s eye 
Penetrates its barriers high. 
Lucy Larcom. 
HE record of the weather fora month: showery, 
cool and delightful. On the coast it was ten 
degrees hotter; but in this elevated valley, two thou- 
sand feet above the sea, the eastern peaks caught the 
flying clouds from the “trades” and precipitated their 
burden of moisture. 
