Alice Cooksey and Florence were standing under a tall cabbage palm, steadying a ladder.

As we approached the harbour, the cabbage palm became rarer, and entirely disappeared at the head of it.

Last night we had a potful of the young wood of the cabbage palm, which tasted like asparagus.

Here, too, are the mango, and many sorts of bananas, and the cabbage palm, another favorite resource of starving adventurers.

The cabbage palm still growing in the creeks in great numbers, some of them very tall, with several branches on the top.