"But tell us about the candle-nut tree," said I; "you were talking about it." "Very true," said Jack, "but I fear I can remember little about it.

I believe the nut is about the size of a walnut; and I think that the leaves are white, but I am not sure." "Eh! ha! hum!" exclaimed Peterkin, "I saw a tree answering to that description this very day." "Did you ?" cried Jack.

"Is it far from this ?" "No, not half a mile." "Then lead me to it," said Jack, seizing his axe.
In a few minutes we were all three pushing through the underwood of the forest, headed by Peterkin.
We soon came to the tree in question, which, after Jack had closely examined it, we concluded must be the candle-nut tree.

Its leaves were of a beautiful silvery white, and formed a fine contrast to the dark-green foliage of the surrounding trees.

We immediately filled our pockets with the nuts, after which Jack said,-- "Now, Peterkin, climb that cocoa-nut tree and cut me one of the long branches." This was soon done, but it cost some trouble, for the stem was very high, and as Peterkin usually pulled nuts from the younger trees, he was not much accustomed to climbing the high ones.