the variety of character nor conditions of life here that I have found elsewhere; but, on the other hand, there is a total absence of that grinding struggle for existence that makes life so wearisome in many a beautiful region."
We had now left the forest, and were entering upon the cultivated country, when I noticed that the road was strange to me. I pointed this out to Fudelora, who replied that all was right, and that we were returning by a fresh route, which she trusted would prove interesting. And such indeed was the case, for, on winding through the undulating country, we passed magnificent houses, with their beautiful lawns and gardens, and, at the same time, obtained a clear view of the sea and icefields beyond.
It was here that the idea of settling upon the land first entered my thoughts. Why, life in a situation like this would be ideal! I had an opportunity of seeing more of the country than when we were setting out, and I could not help exclaiming to my charming companion that I now understood why the inhabitants of Orangola were not partial to travelling.
We could now see Scalascala and the beautiful lake of Yallazélma in the distance. On arriving
