A HUNTING RAMBLE WITH ZEKE AT THE foot of the mountain, a steep path went up among rocks and clefts mantled with verdure.

Here and there were green gulfs, down which it made one giddy to peep.

At last we gained an overhanging, wooded shelf of land which crowned the heights; and along this, the path, well shaded, ran like a gallery.
In every direction the scenery was enchanting.

There was a low, rustling breeze; and below, in the vale, the leaves were quivering; the sea lay, blue and serene, in the distance; and inland the surface swelled up, ridge after ridge, and peak upon peak, all bathed in the Indian haze of the Tropics, and dreamy to look upon.

Still valleys, leagues away, reposed in the deep shadows of the mountains; and here and there, waterfalls lifted up their voices in the solitude.