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gushing out between the boulders, and Mr. Horne was lucky 
enough to find a beautiful Orchid in full flowers which he 
appropriated instantly. It was a little break in our hard 
climb and helped ua on the rest of the way and we were not 
sorry when we got to our quarters which Mr. Horne at once 
christened the Eyrie, and well named too perched as it was 
on the top of the rock we had just climbed. How the poor 
Mozambiques dragged themselves up with their heavy load I 
dont’ know, it was as much as we could do to carry ourselves. 
“ Breakfast was soon on foot — and after a qumt pipe, we got 
our hammocks slung and our house in order. We all took a 
rest and the men fixed up a shelter for themselves while we 
examined our quarters. Our house consisted of one entire 
room, and a second with only a roof on posts. It was situated 
on the one of the little plateaux so numerous in these mountains, 
and behind it rose a high granite wall of rock and out of the 
crevices in it grew the Stevensonia grandiflora Palms, in every 
Btage, and we looked longingly at the Ferns and Orchids 
which hung above us as hopelessly out of reach as the foxes’ 
grapes. 
“ When pretty well refreshed we began our explorings and 
entered some of the ravines of the Morne Blanc. We bad 
constantly to cut our way through the rank growth of Perns 
and underbrush, and occasionally were brought up suddenly 
by a huge boulder, and had to cut a path round it. We pe- 
netrated about half-way, but found it such hard and slow 
work that it would be night fall before we got to the top. We 
declined sleeping in the bush, as showers fell most every 
night so we returned home, Mr Horne with I know not what 
of rare and beautiful I saw him snatching up at every turn, 
and my vasculum filled with land shells, centipedes and scor- 
pions. I got a good supply of the fine Helix unidentata, a 
small Helix resembling the Similaris, a silvery looking Pupa, 
the striped and plain Bulimus fulvicans and the Helix insulara. 
After our dinner we amused ourselves* watching the Flying 
Poxes ( Pteropus Hdwardisi). Some appeared very largo but 
flew so high and wheeled so rapidly it was impossible to get 
a shot at them. They came out of the Clefts in the high 
