It is, as it were, one of the many voices of Nature, and can only be heard by the sensitive and reverent ear of her true votaries.' Be not too severe, great master.

A man's ear may be reverent enough: but you must forgive its not being sensitive while it is recovering from that most deafening of plagues, a tropic cold in the head.
Would that I had space to tell at length of our long and delightful journey back the next day, which lay for several miles along the path by which we came, and then, after we had looked down once more on the exquisite bay of Fillette, kept along the northern wall of the mountains, instead of turning up to the slope which we came over out of Caura.

For miles we paced a mule-path, narrow, but well kept--as it had need to be; for a fall would have involved a roll into green abysses, from which we should probably not have reascended.

Again the surf rolled softly far below; and here and there a vista through the trees showed us some view of the sea and woodlands almost as beautiful as that at Fillette.

Ever and anon some fresh valuable tree or plant, wasting in the wilderness, was pointed out.