The breeze blowing over fields carries on its wings the aroma of the coffee-tree, the indigo-plant, the vanilla bean, or the wholesome cacao (_Theobroma Cacao_); and, far as the eye can reach, I see glancing gaily in the sun the green spears and golden tassels of the sugar-cane.
Interesting is the aspect of the tropical forest.

Not less so is that of the tropical _field_.
-- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I ride onward and inward into the land.

I am gradually ascending from the sea-level.

I no longer travel upon horizontal paths, but over hills and steep ridges, across deep valleys and ravines.

The hoof of my horse no longer sinks in light sand or dark alluvion.