ISTHMUS OF TEHUANTEPEC 
in 
out cutting one's way ; the parrots chattering in the trees, the brilliant 
macaws flying to and fro, and the wealth of flowers, big and little, held 
me spellbound. I was awakened from my reverv by Mr. Adams, who 
led me up over the hill where lived the owner of the rubber trees, who 
welcomed us warmly, and prepared an abundant meal, chatting most 
entertainingly about the country and its prospects. 
After a siesta, the horses having come, we mounted and trotted 
INTERIOR CAMP NO. 4, ON PLANTATION RUBIO. 
gaily away ; that is, Mr. Adams did, but as I had not been on horseback 
since I was ten years old, I felt anything but frivolous. A Mexican 
saddle, however, kept me within bounds, and very soon the trail entered 
the virgin forest and got so rough and muddy that the trot calmed down 
to a walk, much to my satisfaction. 
1 don’t think I shall ever forget one particular place in that road, 
