We left the bare mountains hi hind, and the vegetation became more dense as the air grow hot fend fragrant. Wild vanilla bushes perfumed the mountain side with their masses of mauve flowers, not unlike lilac, and we saw for the first time the arbor de fuego, the fire-tree," scarlet blossoms hanging from its pallid stem: Tree-ferns, and palms, aloes in flo\ jer, singing their swan song, and strange exotic blossoms amongst trees strangled by lianas, showed that we had come into the tropical "montana" region, as the Peruvians call the warm forest country of the upper Amazon. Birds of vivid yellow darted through the air; we heard parrots, and saw our first butterfly with a huge spread of cteetrie Blue wing.
At last the mountains were wood: ed to their very summits. We cam ito swaying suspension _birdges, Jwhich we had to cross on foot, the car slowly following, its weight making the bridge writhe like a gigantic serpent. The Chanchamayo valley opened out, and we came to the little town of San Ramon, and Jatter skirting the base of wooded hills, passed by several thriving hhaciendas. We halted at one where had a letter of introduc the Manager, a young Spi high family, whose pretty jed wife was the great-granddaughter of a Jersey man who had set-tied in Peru a century ago. Spanish
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