I jumped off the palanquin, and walked in front of it down the immense declivity.
In two hours we descended about three thousand feet.

Every turning in the road showed the boundless forest below in some new point of view.

I was greatly struck with the resemblance which this prodigious jungle, as old as the world and planted by nature, bears to the fine works of the great English landscape gardeners.

It was exactly a Wentworth Park, as large as Devonshire.

After reaching the foot of the hills, we travelled through a succession of scenes which might have been part of the garden of Eden.