298 THE STORY OF A BIRD LOVER 



easy grade. A thousand feet up is the reforma- 

 tory, at the top of the first ridge, overlooking the 

 Liguanea Plain and the sea. A well-kept barrack- 

 like building houses the children, while the cottages 

 of the officials are grouped picturesquely on the 

 wide-spreading lawn. 



The school is well maintained, and the boys 

 are taught trades. We were introduced to the 



Superintendent, Mr. W , the sole survivor 



of the Morant Bay rebellion, of the time of 

 Governor Eyre of "infamous memory." Later, 

 as our neighbor, we learned from him the true 

 story of the insurrection, and modified the 

 opinions which, as right-thinking abolitionists, 

 we had always held. But that will come in due 

 order. Leaving the reformatory we drove home- 

 ward, stopping at " Fort George " as directed by 



Mr. W . Well back from the road, from 



which it was completely hidden, and fully three 

 hundred feet above, we found the cottage. The 

 location of the estate on the verge of a steep acclivity 

 commanding the whole lower world of hills, plain, 

 and sea, made the name well chosen. A wealth 

 of trees, shrubs, and creepers, formed the surround- 

 ings. Miss F , the owner, an English lady, 



was willing to let the second story of her house 

 with outside kitchen. We engaged the lodgings 

 for £6 sterling a month, and the following day 

 took possession. 



