We arrived by midday at Ithacaia; this small village is situated on a plain, and round the central house are the huts of the negroes.
These, from their regular form and position, reminded me of the drawings of the Hottentot habitations in Southern Africa.

As the moon rose early, we determined to start the same evening for our sleeping-place at the Lagoa Marica.

As it was growing dark we passed under one of the massive, bare, and steep hills of granite which are so common in this country.

This spot is notorious from having been, for a long time, the residence of some runaway slaves, who, by cultivating a little ground near the top, contrived to eke out a subsistence.

At length they were discovered, and a party of soldiers being sent, the whole were seized with the exception of one old woman, who, sooner than again be led into slavery, dashed herself to pieces from the summit of the mountain.