We were so scolded about this poor little green apple that we set to work to find put what it was, after promising at least not to eat it.

And it proved to be Thevetia neriifolia, and a very deadly poison.
This was the first (though by no means the last) warning which we got not to meddle rashly with 'poison-bush,' lest that should befall us which befell a scientific West Indian of old.

For hearing much of the edible properties of certain European toadstools, he resolved to try a few experiments in his own person on West Indian ones; during the course of which he found himself one evening, after a good toad-stool dinner, raving mad.

The doctor was sent for, and brought him round, a humbled man.

But a heavier humiliation awaited him, when his negro butler, who had long looked down on him for his botanical studies, entered with his morning cup of coffee.