212 
CAVE. 
miles to leeward, where a lofty spur from Bluefields 
ridge juts out in a bold promontory to the very edge 
of the sea. The wooded mountain side descends 
abruptly, almost precipitously, leaving only a narrow 
beach of white coral sand curving round its foot, 
along which the high road winds from the windward 
parts to Savanna-le-Mar, and onward. 
I have often admired the loveliness of the scene 
presented by the termination of this promontory, 
frowning down upon the beautiful bay beneath ; 
especially in the early morning, while the sun, if 
risen above the actual horizon, has yet far to climb 
before a single ray can shoot over the shaggy summit 
of the ridge ; and the whole mountain-side, covered 
with a dense forest in every part, except when a 
little white cottage is perched at mid-height, casts a 
deep, black shadow, reflected as in a mirror from 
the calm water below. Beyond the promontory, the 
low mangrove -shore trends away to the westward, 
and from the level country behind rises in majestic 
elevation the steep mountain-mass known as the 
Dolphin’s Head, clear and distinct, but empurpled 
by distance. 
The foreground of the landscape, of which I have 
made a sketch, is the summit of a shelving cliff at 
Lin do, overgrown with bushes and herbaceous vege- 
tation in rude luxuriant wildness ; from the midst of 
this tangled bed of weeds and shrubs the singular 
forms of the Papaw {Carica jpap ay a) , and the Trum- 
pet-tree (Cccrop^(2 erect themselves; and a 
huge Silk-cotton tree (Eriodendron anfractuosum), 
hoary with age, towers and spreads overhead, with 
