Beyond it, again, blaze great orange and yellow flowers, with long stamens, and pistil curving upwards out of them.

They belong to a twining, scrambling bush, with finely-pinnated mimosa leaves.

That is the 'Flower-fence,' {78b} so often heard of in past years; and round it hurries to and fro a great orange butterfly, larger seemingly than any English kind.

Next to it is a row of Hibiscus shrubs, with broad crimson flowers; then a row of young Screw-pines, {78c} from the East Indian Islands, like spiral pine-apple plants twenty feet high standing on stilts.

Yes: surely we are in the Tropics.