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bread-fruit. All are chattering, so that there is a very 

 babel of sounds. Little stalls, temporarily erected, 

 contain most villainous salt fish, ancient and vile- 

 smelling, and every few feet is a table, presided over 

 by a contented wench, who has for sale cakes and 

 sweetmeats of her own manufacture. 



Roseau. 



Near the market is the fort, a low stone structure, 

 pierced with loopholes, commanding from its high 

 bluff the roadstead, in which, save the trading-vessels 

 and the weekly steamer, there are seldom any craft 

 besides the sugar-vessels. Near the fort is the Eng- 

 lish church, with a clock in its face, and four magnifi- 

 cent palmistes to guard its entrance. Adjoining is the 



