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water. Crossing the stream we entered an abandoned 
provision ground, where we disturbed two girls and a 
boy gathering yams and tanniers. They shrieked and 
fled, without staying to answer our don jour. We 
then marched up the gravelly bed of a brook near the 
river bank, our path overhung by wild oranges and 
JHE FIUNTER’S PATH. 
coffee trees, until we came abruptly upon a perpen- 
dicular wall of rock directly across our path. It was 
black and frowning, dotted with lovely ferns and long 
drooping leaves of the wild plantain. Swerving 
aside, we found that we must cross the river, and that 
the channel was too deep to wade, and we must 
swim it. 
