Gradually the gloom was dispelled, and it became possible to see the varied forms of life everywhere around.
The party had halted upon a slight elevation, where they had a limited view of that portion of the forest which appeared to be distinct from the region of marsh. As the sun arose, and a singularly dazzling light, different from anything the boys had ever seen before was reflected on the tops of the trees, it seemed as if every branch was laden with birds of the most gorgeous plumage flitting here and there like movable jewels against a background of green enamel.
Hundreds of monkeys filled the air with an almost incessant chattering which drowned all other sounds, and snakes of every color and size writhed and wriggled in different directions to greet the grateful heat of the sun.
It was a picture most beautiful, and at the same time, because of the serpents, terrifying.
Cummings began to make his way up the trunk of the cypress, aided by Poyor; but when Jake would have followed, the Indian motioned for him to remain with the boys.
The Indian stood silent and motionless at the foot of the gigantic Cypress tree, etc. See page [113].
One glance appeared to be sufficient for the leader of the party, and as he descended he whispered to Neal:
"We have made no mistake. The city can be seen plainly. You and your companions may gratify your curiosity, for we shall remain here until Poyor comes back."
Then turning to the Indian, Cummings whispered a few words, and the former glided through the underbrush, being lost to view almost immediately.