It can easily be recognised by a hill 1600 feet high, which is even more perfectly conical than the famous sugar-loaf at Rio de Janeiro.

The next day, after anchoring, I succeeded in reaching the summit of this hill.
It was a laborious undertaking, for the sides were so steep that in some parts it was necessary to use the trees as ladders.

There were also several extensive brakes of the Fuchsia, covered with its beautiful drooping flowers, but very difficult to crawl through.

In these wild countries it gives much delight to gain the summit of any mountain.

There is an indefinite expectation of seeing something very strange, which, however often it may be balked, never failed with me to recur on each successive attempt.