CHAPTER LXXIV.
Advancing Deeper Into The Vale, They Encounter Donjalolo From the mouth of the cavern, a broad shaded way over-arched by fraternal trees embracing in mid-air, conducted us to a cross-path, on either hand leading to the opposite cliffs, shading the twin villages before mentioned.
Level as a meadow, was the bosom of the glen.

Here, nodding with green orchards of the Bread-fruit and the Palm; there, flashing with golden plantations of the Banana.

Emerging from these, we came out upon a grassy mead, skirting a projection of the mountain.

And soon we crossed a bridge of boughs, spanning a trench, thickly planted with roots of the Tara, like alligators, or Hollanders, reveling in the soft alluvial.

Strolling on, the wild beauty of the mountains excited our attention.