A picturesque path among plantations and ravines brought us to a beautiful circular basin about forty feet in diameter, bordered by a calcareous ledge, so uniform and truly curved, that it looked like a work of art.

It was filled with clear water very near the boiling point, and emitted clouds of steam with a strong sulphureous odour.

It overflows at one point and forms a little stream of hot water, which at a hundred yards' distance is still too hot to hold the hand in.

A little further on, in a piece of rough wood, were two other springs not so regular in outline, but appearing to be much hotter, as they were in a continual state of active ebullition.

At intervals of a few minutes, a great escape of steam or gas took place, throwing up a column of water three or four feet high.
We then went to the mud-springs, which are about a mile off, and are still more curious.