Their boldness was indeed remarkable, and if the natives had as much, we should soon have had to quit our camp.

Proceeding, we travelled over a broken and very stony country, with a stiff soil, but mixed with so much sand that even the Severn tree grew well.

There was another small tree, the branches of which were thickly covered with bright green leaves; it had round inferior fruit, about half an inch in diameter, which was full of seeds: when ripe, it was slightly pulpy and acidulous, and reminded me of the taste of the coarse German rye bread.

In consequence of this resemblance, we called this little tree the Bread tree of the Lynd.

I ate handfulls of this fruit without the slightest inconvenience.