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coloured shrubs, while graceful creepers interlace 
among the tall trees at its base and depend from 
its ledges. This is one of the prettiest little 
bits about us, and I was curious to get into the 
labyrinth to see its beauties nearer, while H. 
was as anxious to secure the large and beautiful 
butterflies which flitted among the bushes ; but 
we dared not go near for the hidden bamboo 
spikes, which were thickly set just in this corner. 
There was no use building here, without the 
defences : we turned along the beach by a nar- 
row stretch of sand, and then past a rocky piece 
of shore which is quite impassable at every full 
tide and shuts off communication from the next 
baylet, above whose sandy shore a few huts 
stand. From these about twenty men were 
turning homeward to the village, beyond which 
they do not linger after sunset, and they with 
the most earnest insistence tried to hinder us 
from going farther. We would not heed them, 
but kept on, and climbed the bluff, on which 
stands the half-burned and recently deserted vil- 
lage of Eidol. Here we were made alive to the 
reality of the warfare with other tribes, when we 
saw a human arm hanging from a branch of a 
high tree, and around recently gibbeted heads 
and limbs. How disappointed I was to have to 
