continued the journey, approximately four hundred yards above the chacienda house we passed out of a dry grassy field into the cool green shade of the coffee belt. The coffee bushes there about eight feet high and not as thickly set out so we found them at Mt. Casagualique. Our trail wound in sand out of rocky canyons and into dense shaded spots where it almost seemed dark. Thus we continued slowly along that zigzag trail up the north slope of the volcano and it was about four P.M. when we passed out of the last patch of small coffee into the grassy toporan zone on top. Our quarters here is in a small room in a coffee store house in the toporan zone at the edge of a pine grove and cedarland. The pines, thick in some places and thinner in others, are about sixty to eighty feet in height and in some places the grove extends down the mountain slopes as much as one thousand feet. The ground under the trees is covered with a thick blanket of dead pine needles. These needles vary so slippery under foot that one can hardly climb a slope where