The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
Various
English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
My host next took me to his own residence, which was larger and
superior to the others. There he had several wives and children. One of
the women was not only handsome, but, as a model of a perfectly formed
figure, she would have sent an artist into ecstasies. Her limbs were
adorned with shells, and her raven tresses were relieved by the scarlet
feathers of a parrot.
On approaching this island from the south, the first land one sees is
a high mountain, probably between four and five thousand feet. It is
known as Mount Beautemps Beaupré. I was exceedingly anxious to reach
this mountain, and if possible ascend it, so as to get a bird's-eye
view of the island. I therefore signified my wish to the chief, who,
apparently comprehending my meaning, armed himself with a club and
spear, and, calling his followers together, we started towards the
interior. For some distance our way ran through a jungle of the most
luxuriant tropical foliage. There were trees of an enormous girth
and height, and they were covered with ferns and orchids; while from
tree to tree tendrils stretched in graceful festoons, and hung down
in a perfect and all but impenetrable network. Occasionally birds
were seen with plumage of perfectly marvellous colours, and I had
the good fortune to see two birds of paradise. As we pursued our
journey we occasionally disturbed a large snake or two, and on the
trunks of some of the trees I saw great green lizards with eyes like
saucers. Peccaries, or wild pigs, abounded, and there was a bird that
went in flocks, and was not unlike a partridge. Amongst the trees I
distinguished breadfruit, cocoa palms, plantains, guavas, mangoes,
custard apples. Amongst the undergrowth grew a peculiar fibrous grass
of great length, and I learned afterwards that the natives twist this
in a primitive fashion and manufacture ropes from it.
We continued our journey for several miles, gradually rising until the
road became steep and difficult. After an exhausting climb under a
fierce sun, we gained the summit of a hill, when there burst upon my
astonished gaze a panorama of wonderful grandeur. Afar off, inland,
was the mountain I had hoped to gain; but its summit was shrouded in
light feathery mists that masked its height. Between our standpoint and
the mountain dense forests rose up for thousands of feet until they
suddenly broke off and gave place to bald volcanic cones and serrated
crags, shattered into fantastic outline. I longed to plunge down into
the intervening valleys and explore their hidden mysteries, but I had
to recognise the impossibility of doing so under the circumstances.
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