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other of the party shot an alligator, who turned over, 
exposing his yellow belly as he died. Altogether, the 
voyage down was more agreeable than the hard run up. 
Trees that were bare a few days before were now covered 
with wdiite feathery flowers, and others presented masses 
of greenish flowers on their flat tops. We sailed and 
floated down the Rio Dulce by moonlight, and at early 
dawn anchored at Livingston. 
San Gil, from Author’s House in Livingston. 
Opposite the town are lands fertile and capable of pro¬ 
ducing fine crops to an enterprising owner. Frank and 
I rowed over several times, once exploring a neglected 
finca , where cane, sapotes, cassava, bananas, plantains, 
rose-apples, and coconuts were all jumbled together; 
at another time visiting a cacao-plantation farther up 
the stream. There is certainly room for a wise invest- 
