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by caufing my Negroe-man to walk on before 

 him. There was not a breath of Wind ftirring, 

 and it was wondrous dark between the intervals 

 of the Lightning ; But I know not how long it 

 continued, for I went diredly to bed, and foon 

 fell afleep. A^. B. That the Powder Magazine, 

 upon the top oi Brirnjlone-hilly in the Ifland of St. 

 Chrijlopher^ has been twice within the memory 

 of Man, blown up by common Lightning ; but 

 indeed, that is no fuch mighty wonder, it being 

 iituate half a mile in perpendicular height from 

 the Sea Shore. 



8. V/e have no Bees that are hived, and ftill 

 we meet with excellent Honey, made by the 

 Wild Bees in the Woods, about the Salt- Ponds 

 in St. Chri/lophers^ &c. But it will not make to- 

 lerable Mead, on account of the Climate's being 

 too warm, as I was aflured by my Lady Staple- 

 ton^ who tried it. You need not wonder at the 

 term Wild-Bees, for I fuppofe they are moftly, 

 if not always, wild in hot Climates. We read 

 in Matthew iii. 4. how St. "John the Baptijl^ whilft 

 in the Wildernefs, lived upon Loculls and Wild 

 Honey. And our Countryman, Hejiry Maimdrell^ 

 in page 86. allures us. That in many Places of 

 the defolate Plain, adjoining to the Mare Mortti- 

 nm^ he perceived a ftrong fcent of Honey and 

 Wax^ (the Sun being very hot;) and the Bees 



were 



