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The view up the Porto from the neighbourhood of the 
house is singularly picturesque ; richly wooded or culti- 
vated hills slope down to the water’s edge on either 
side. At the end is the town, rendered beautiful and 
imposing by distance. In the background are the 
fantastic forms of the highest mountains on the 
island, tliickly wooded to the summit. Opposite is 
the Fort St. Antonio, to which also distance lends 
importance. 
Our morning’s exercise had given us an appetite, 
and the prospect of a ride all the way back on an 
empty stomach, was anything but agreeable; we 
therefore hinted at a boiled egg to the old negress who 
showed the house, judging, from some fowls we saw, 
