After well wringing out our wet clothes and putting them on, we
again proceeded along a similar narrow forest track as before,
choked with rotten leaves and dead trees, and in the more open
parts overgrown with tangled vegetation. Another hour brought us
to a smaller stream flowing in a wide gravelly bed, up which our
road lay. Here w e stayed half an hour to breakfast, and then
went on, continually crossing the stream, or walking on its stony
and gravelly banks, till about noon, when it became rocky and
enclosed by low hills. A little further we entered a regular
mountain-gorge, and had to clamber over rocks, and every moment
cross and recross the water, or take short cuts through the
forest. This was fatiguing work; and about three in the
afternoon, the sky being overcast, and thunder in the mountains
indicating an approaching storm, we had to loon out for a camping
place, and soon after reached one of Mr. Rosenberg's old ones.
The skeleton of his little sleeping-hut remained, and my men cut
leaves and made a hasty roof just as the rain commenced. The
baggage was covered over with leaves, and the men sheltered
themselves as they could till the storm was over, by which time a
flood came down the river, which effectually stopped our further
march, even had we wished to proceed. We then lighted fires; I
made some coffee, and my men roasted their fish and plantains,
and as soon as it was dark, we made ourselves comfortable for the
night.

Starting at six the next morning, we had three hours of the same
kind of walking, during which we crossed the river at least
thirty or forty times, the water being generally knee-deep. This
brought us to a place where the road left the stream, and here we
stopped to breakfast. We then had a long walk over the mountain,