commanding a full view of the tree tops, and from there watched the great undulating sea of green for hours together, the same monotony of colour and of soundlessness was above us as in the depths below. Every now and then a solitary toucan or a flock of green pigeons would pass, but even these were only to be seen in the evening or the morning. Here and there, perhaps half a mile apart, a tree top was entirely covered with blossom, usually dead white in hue, and sometimes a tree with scarlet leaves gave the effect of flowers in the distance.

These notes of colour were, however, so rare that they could hardly be said to relieve the uniformity of sombre green stretching on every side as far as eye could reach. Camps in a forest are most melancholy affairs. Everything is damp, and the only wood that will burn is a