After finding this opportune though awkwardly situated supply, I climbed to the summit of the mount.

On the top was a native fig-tree in full bearing; the fruit was ripe and delicious.

It is the size of an ordinary marble, yellow when unripe, and gradually becoming red, then black: it is full of small seeds.

I was disturbed from my repast by seeing the horses, several hundred feet below me, going away in the wrong direction.

And I had to descend before I had time to look around; but the casual glance I obtained gave me the most gloomy and desolate view imaginable; one, almost enough to daunt the explorer from penetrating any farther into such a dreadful region.