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BLUEFIELDS. 
studding the dark trees like stars on a winter night’s 
sky, as fragrant too as lovely ! The Star-apple with its 
parti-coloured leaves, shining green on one surface, and 
on the other a bright golden hay, has an indescribable 
effect, as its mass of foliage, all quivering and dancing 
in the breeze, changes momentarily in a thousand 
points from the one hue to the other. But there are 
two other trees which help more than all the rest to 
produce the admired result. Both are of stately form 
and noble dimensions. The one is the Mango, which, 
though introduced at no very distant period, now 
grows almost everywhere, at least around every 
homestead, gentle or simple. It forms a towering 
compact conical head of foliage peculiarly dense and 
dark, through which no ray of the sun penetrates. 
He who has once seen the Mango growing in its own 
ample dimensions, will never mistake it for another 
tree, nor ever forget the impression produced by its 
magnificent form and massive proportions. The other 
is the Bread fruit ; like the Mango, a foreigner made 
to feel himself at home. The negroes cultivate it 
more than the higher classes: I was myself disap- 
pointed in the fruit ; it has a sort of woolliness not 
agreeable ; but I bear willing testimony to the fine 
appearance presented by it when hanging by scores 
from the thick many-jointed twigs. The enormous 
leaves, eighteen inches in length and breadth, elegantly 
cut into fingers,^ and of a beautiful green, well set off 
the large depending fruit, and seem to suit its colossal 
dimensions. 
These are the grander features of the scene, which, 
mingled with other trees, form groves of many tinted 
