BOILING LAKE OF DOMINICA. 59 
JHE JRoPic STREAM, 
Nearly half an hour’s careful work was necessary 
to descend that steep wall, clinging to roots and stems 
of small trees, at the end of which we reached a 
gentle slope facing south, covered with trees of goodly 
size. Here were the remains of an old encamp- 
ment, empty bottles and sulphur specimens. A stream 
trickled near by, which we followed to the sulphur 
basin, whence sulphuretted fumes ascended that would 
have choked out the stench of a thousand rotten eggs. 
This was but the beginning of the valley of wonders, 
the portal to the enchanted land of mysteries. The 
