At the narrowest part of this we raised a rampart before a deep ditch, which could only be crossed by a drawbridge we placed there.

Beyond the bridge, we put a narrow gate of woven bamboos, to enable us to enter the country beyond, when we wished.

We planted the side of the rampart with dwarf palms, India fig, and other thorny shrubs, making a winding path through the plantation, and digging in the midst a hidden pitfall, known to ourselves by four low posts, intended to support a plank bridge when we wished to cross it.

After this was completed, we built a little _chalet_ of bark in that part of the plantation that faced the stream, and gave it the name of the Hermitage, intending it for a resting-place.

After several days of hard labour, we returned to Prospect Hill, and took a little relaxation.