You Are Coming Home From A Long And Dangerous Beetle-Hunt In The Forest; You Have Battled With Mighty Beetles The Size Of Pie Dishes, They Have Flown At Your Head, Got Into Your Hair And Then Nipped You Smartly.

You have been also considerably stung and bitten by flies, ants, etc., and are most likely sopping wet with

Rain, or with the wading of streams, and you are tired and your feet go low along the ground, and it is getting, or has got, dark with that ever-deluding tropical rapidity, and then you for your sins get into a piece of ground which last year was a native's farm, and, placing one foot under the tough vine of a surviving sweet potato, concealed by rank herbage, you plant your other foot on another portion of the same vine. Your head you then deposit promptly in some prickly ground crop, or against a tree stump, and then, if there is human blood in you, you say d - n!

Then there are also alligator-pears, limes, and oranges. There is something about those oranges I should like to have explained. They are usually green and sweetish in taste, nor have they much white pith, but now and again you get a big bright yellow one from those trees that have been imported, and these are very pithy and in full possession of the flavour of verjuice. They have also got the papaw on the Coast, the Carica papaya of botanists.

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