ful of English
cliff-woodlands; he must magnify the whole scene four or five times;
and then pour down on it a tropic sunshine and a tropic haze.

Soon we felt, and thankful we were to feel it, a rush of air, soft
and yet bracing, cool, yet not chilly; the 'champagne atmosphere,'
as some one called it, of the trade-wind: and all, even the very
horses, plucked up heart; for that told us that we were at the
summit of the pass, and that the worst of our day's work was over.
In five minutes more we were aware, between the tree-stems, of a
green misty gulf beneath our very feet, which seemed at the first
glance boundless, but which gradually resolved itself into mile
after mile of forest, rushing down into the sea. The hues of the
distant woodlands, twenty miles away, seen through a veil of
ultramarine, mingled with the pale greens and blues of the water:
and they again with the pale sky, till the eye could hardly discern
where land and sea and air parted from each other.

We stopped to gaze, and breathe; and then downward again for nigh
two thousand feet toward Blanchisseuse. And so, leading our tired
horses, we went cheerily down the mountain side in Indian file,
hopping and slipping from ledge to mud and mud to ledge, and calling
a halt every five minutes to look at some fresh curiosity: now a
tree-fern, now a climbing fern; now some huge tree-trunk, whose name
was only to be guessed at; now a fresh armadillo-burrow; now a
parasol-ants' warren, which had to be avoided lest horse and man
should sink in it knee-deep, and come out sorely bitten; now some
glimpse of sea and forest far below; now we cut a water-vine, and
had a long cool drink; now a great moth had to be hunted, if not
caught; or a toucan or some other strange bird listened to; or an
eagle watched as he soared high over the green gulf. Now all
stopped together; for the ground was sprinkled thick with great
beads, scarlet, with a black eye, which had fallen from some tree
high overhead; and we all set to work like schoolboys, filling our
pockets with them for the ladies at home. Now the path was lost,
having vanished in the six months' growth of weeds; and we had to
beat about for it over fallen logs, through tangles of liane and
thickets of the tall Arouma, {221} a cane with a flat tuft of leaves
atop, which is plentiful in these dark, damp, northern slopes. Now
we struggled and hopped, horse and man, down and round