It was to toil through this under hot sun, with stinging clouds of insects.

But when they were left behind we might step into a grove of the gods, such firmness, such pleasantness, such shady going or happy resting under trees that dropped fruit.
We met no great forest beasts.

There seemed to be none in this part of Asia.

And yet Luis and I had read of great beasts.

Dogs of no considerable size were the largest four-footed things we had come upon from San Salvador to Cuba.