only give a
sufficient Light, but as they burn, they cast their Perfumes all about.
Cedar is the common Firing, and all the Houses are built with it. The
very Meat we eat, when set on the Table, if it be native, I mean of the
Country, perfumes the whole Room; especially a little Beast call'd an
_Armadillo_, a Thing which I can liken to nothing so well as a
_Rhinoceros_; 'tis all in white Armour, so jointed, that it moves as
well in it, as if it had nothing on: This Beast is about the Bigness of
a Pig of six Weeks old. But it were endless to give an Account of all
the divers wonderful and strange Things that Country affords, and which
we took a great Delight to go in Search of; tho' those Adventures are
oftentimes fatal, and at least dangerous: But while we had _Caesar_ in
our Company on these Designs, we fear'd no Harm, nor suffer'd any.

As soon as I came into the Country, the best House in it was presented
me, call'd _St. John's Hill_: It stood on a vast Rock of white Marble,
at the Foot of which, the River ran a vast Depth down, and not to be
descended on that Side; the little Waves still dashing and washing the
Foot of this Rock, made the softest Murmurs and Purlings in the World;
and the opposite Bank was adorn'd with such vast Quantities of different
Flowers eternally blowing, and every Day and Hour new, fenc'd behind 'em
with lofty Trees of a thousand rare Forms and Colours, that the Prospect
was the most ravishing that Sands can create. On the Edge of this white
Rock, towards the River, was a Walk, or Grove, of Orange and
Lemon-Trees, about half the Length of the _Mall_ here, whose flowery and
Fruit-bearing Branches met at the Top, and hinder'd the Sun, whose Rays
are very fierce there, from entring a Beam into the Grove; and the cool
Air that came from the River, made it not only fit to entertain People
in, at all the hottest Hours of the Day, but refresh the sweet Blossoms,
and made it always sweet and charming; and sure, the whole Globe of the
World cannot shew so delightful a Place as this Grove was: Not all the
Gardens of boasted _Italy_ can produce a Shade to out-vie this, which
Nature had join'd with Art to render so exceeding fine; and 'tis a
Marvel to see how such vast Trees, as big as _English_ Oaks, could take
Footing on so solid a Rock, and in so little Earth as cover'd that Rock:
But all Things by Nature there are rare, delightful, and wonderful. But
to our Sports.

Sometimes we would go surprisin