Friday, December lst, 1871.
—While it was still too dark to make out anything clearly, the breeze brought a delightful aromatic smell to us, like the dear Great House [FN: I.e., of course, the great Hot-house.] at Chatsworth, and what a thought, that we are coming into a region that is all Great House ! .. . Feasted our eyes on the endless novelty and wonder of everything. Black babies and children with nothing on but tiny white shirts. Some of them black, hideous, and ape-like enough to put Darwin into ecstasies ; but others have very nice faces.
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