CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
ONE WAY OF TAMING A BULL.
Pushing through the jungle, we ascended the eminence.

A brilliant picture opened before us.

The storm had suddenly lulled, and the tropical sun shone down upon the flowery surface of the earth, bathing its verdure in a flood of yellow light.

It was several hours before sunset, but the bright orb had commenced descending towards the snowy cone of Orizava, and his rays had assumed that golden red which characterises the ante-twilight of the tropics.

The short-lived storm had swept the heavens, and the blue roof of the world was without a cloud.