A little way before us rose a smooth and gentle acclivity, crowned by a
clump of majestic trees, which promised to afford a deeper and more
grateful shade than any other spot in sight, and we accordingly made
towards it. On a nearer approach it proved to be more elevated than had
at first appeared, and in order to reach the top, we were obliged to
scale a long series of natural terraces, almost as regular as though
they had been the work of art. From this spot there was a fine view of
the shore, the lagoon, and the ocean, to the north and west. The trees
that covered the level space at the summit of the ascent, were varieties
of a much larger growth than those generally found on the low alluvial
strip of land bordering the lagoon. Conspicuous among them, were the
majestic candle-nut, with its white leaves and orange-coloured blossoms;
the inocarpus, a kind of tropical chestnut; and most magnificent and
imposing of all, a stately tree, resembling the magnolia in its foliage
and manner of growth, and thickly covered with large white flowers,
edged with a delicate pink. The ground was level as a parlour floor,
and free from brushwood or undergrowth of any kind, except a few
long-leaved, fragrant ferns, and in places a thick carpet of flowering
vines and creepers. The trees were stationed at such distances apart,
as to compose a fine open grove, and yet close enough to unite in one
rich mass of foliage overhead, impenetrable to the rays of the sun, and
creating a sombre and almost gloomy shade, even during the fiercest
glare of noonday. In one spot, a number of gigantic trees were grouped
nearly in a circle. Their dense tops formed a leafy dome, through which
not the smallest patch of sky was visible. Around their huge, but
shapely, stems, which one might look upon as forming the pillars of a
natural temple, a number of flowering parasites twined in luxuriant
wreaths, and hung in festoons from the tower branches. A considerable
space around the boles of some of these trees was completely covered by
an elegant species of creeping plant with fine cut foliage of a delicate
pea-green, and large clusters of scarlet blossoms, about which, swarms
of brilliantly-coloured insects, of the butterfly tribe, were hovering.
"Here we may actually, and not figuratively, indulge in the luxury of
`reposing on the beds of flowers,'" said Max, throwing himself down at
the foot of a towering candle-nut, amid a soft mass of this vegetable
carpeting. All were sufficiently tired by the long march of the
morning, to appreciate the luxury, and our entire company was soon
stretched upon the ground, in attitudes in which comfort rather than
grace, was consulted.
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