all fled upwards before he could cut it off above.  Meanwhile, the old story of Jack and the Bean-stalk comes into your mind.  In such a forest was the old dame’s hut, and up such a bean stalk Jack climbed, to find a giant and a castle high above.  Why not?  What may not be up there?  You look up into the green cloud, and long for a moment to be a monkey.  There may be monkeys up there over your head, burly red Howler, {131a} or tiny peevish Sapajou, {131b} peering down at you, but you cannot peer up at them.  The monkeys, and the parrots, and the humming birds, and the flowers, and all the beauty, are upstairs—­up above the green cloud.  You are in ‘the empty nave of the cathedral,’ and ’the service is being celebrated aloft in the blazing roof.’

We will hope that, as you look up, you have not been careless enough to walk on, for if you have you will be tripped up at once:  nor to put your hand out incautiously to rest it against a tree, or what not, for fear of sharp thorns, ants, and wasps’ nests.  If you are all safe, your next steps, probably, as you struggle through the bush between tree trunks of every possible size, will bring you face to face with huge upright walls of seeming boards, whose rounded edges slope upward till, as your eye follows them, you find them enter an enormous stem, perhaps round, like one of the Norman pillars of Durham nave, and just as huge, perhaps fluted, like one of William of Wykeham’s columns at Winchester.  There is the stem:  but where is the tree?  Above the green cloud.  You struggle up to it, between two of the board walls, but find it not so easy to reach.  Between you and it are half a dozen tough strings which you had not noticed at first—­the eye cannot focus itself rapidly enough in this confusion of distances—­which have to be cut through ere you can pass.  Some of them are rooted in the ground, straight and tense, some of them dangle and wave in the wind at every height.  What are they?  Air roots of wild Pines, {131c} or of Matapalos, or of Figs, or of Seguines, {131d} or of some other parasite?  Probably:  but you cannot see.  All you can see is, as you put your chin close against the trunk of the tree and look up, as if you were looking up against the side of a great ship set on end, that some sixty or eighty feet up in the green cloud, arms as big as English forest trees branch off; and that out of their forks a whole green garden of vegetation has tumbled down twenty or thirty feet, and half climbed up again.  You scramble round the tree to find whence this aerial garden has sprung:  you cannot tell.  The tree-trunk is smooth and free from climbers; and that mass of verdure may belong possibly to the very cables which you met ascending into the green cloud twenty or thirty yards back, or to that impenetrable tangle, a dozen yards on, which has climbed a small tree, and then a taller one again, and then a taller still, till it has climbed out of