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a curtain, we got into the favannah. A favannah in 
this country is a kind of natural meadow. This par- 
ticular one is made up of fern, mofs, a fort of ananas, 
and wild aloes, and fuch-like plants, without either 
tree or ffrub. I believe we met with almoft all 
the hundred different forts of .fern, which make up 
father Plumiere’s voluminous work. 
We walked on for about 600 paces, in a path 
that goes through this favannah. The way is rugged. 
The ananas, that are very huffy and above two feet 
high, conceal the roots and rocks, which makes 
walking very troublefome. About nine in the morn- 
ing, after an hour’s march from the place, where we 
had breakfafted, we arrived at the fpring-head of the 
river of galleons, South of the Brimftone-hill. At 
the place called The Three Springs, we found the 
the waters fo hot as not to be borne. The neigh- 
bouring ground fmokes, and is full of brown earth 
like the drofs of iron. In other places the earth is 
red like colcothar, and even dyes one’s fingers ; but 
thele earths are taftelefs. Near thefe three burning 
hot fprings are fome others, that are lukewarm, 
and fome very cold. We put fome eggs into the 
hot ones, and they were boiled in three minutes, and 
hard in feven. 
I had brought a hydrometer, or inftrument to 
weigh liquors, which plunged fix lines in the com- 
mon water of the rivers to leeward, and two lines 
in fea water. It funk twelve lines in the hot, and 
eight in the lukewarm fprings.. 
When we had made our obfervations on the dif- 
ferent forts of earth and water, we entered a valley 
between The Brimftone-hill and the mountain, that 
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