Landing once more, we travelled to the clean village of Vavony, over a
piece of country, which had all the appearance of a beautiful park. It
contained sloping banks crowned with fir trees. Here stood the tree
fern, and there the bamboo palm: here were fine specimens of the
india-rubber tree with its glossy leaves; there tall, thick badamiers
with their leaves of crimson; and there the path was arched by the
pandanus. From some lofty trees hung huge, black, bees’ nests: the
trunks of others were adorned with the Angræcum orchids, with their long
spray of twelve white flowers; and from the strongest hung enormous
creepers. Everywhere, winding in and out among the trees was the open
grassy glade, on which a fine herd of red cattle was grazing.
From Vavony we had a canoe, and while the baggage kept the road, for ten
miles we traversed a broad, still lagoon. It was bordered with high
banks, covered with trees: and with two paddles, worked by strong arms,
we had a delightful row to the village of Menarána, where we slept at
the end of our second day. Early the following morning, we reached the
Church Mission Station at Andevoranto, and put up in the empty
mission-house. What a treat it was to spend a quiet day! We occupied the
hours profitably, in readjusting baggage and stores, on the basis of the
experience we had gained during our first two days’ travel. We also had
pleasant interviews with members of the two congregations in this place
and neighbourhood, and heard much from them respecting their religious
wants. They are at present without a missionary. In the evening we had a
heavy downpour of rain.
Continuing our journey on Friday morning, we turned our face at once
towards the mountains: and for four hours we travelled in canoes up the
river Ihároka and one of its tributaries. The river was two hundred
yards broad, and the current, in its lower portion, ran about three
miles an hour. Near Andevoranto, both sides of the river have great
swamps, in which we saw growing many hundreds of the noble arum lily,
the _Astrapcæa Wallichii_, with its thick trunk and broad scolloped
leaves. Farther inland we came upon a row of the plants bearing the
first flowers of the season: and they were in size and beauty so
splendid, that a botanist like Mr. Ellis might well speak of them with
enthusiasm. Our men paddled the canoe with spirit, and like boatmen in
India, enlivened and regulated their stroke with measured cries and
songs. Our water trip was exceedingly pleasant; light showers fell at
intervals, producing numerous rainbows; beautiful flowers were growing
on the banks, and birds of coloured plumage flew around us.
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