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pressed and delighted with the result. I should also state, 
for those who are in a hurry, and cannot find time for any 
thing more than a cursory inspection, that the Royal Mail 
Steamer, ‘‘Kennet,’’ a clean and speedy boat, leaves Port of 
Spain every Monday night for the round voyage, going by 
the North and returning by the South in one trip, and on the 
alternate going by the South and returning North, generally 
reaching Port of Spain on the Friday having made the round 
in about 4 days. She stops a few hours (varying according 
to the quantity of cargo she has to take), at each shipping 
place, where the passengers can generally go ashore if they 
please; the principal places of interest on the East coast 
being Guayaguayare (petroleum springs), Mayaro, the chief 
village on the East coast, Nariva and Manzanilla, coco-nuts 
and surf bathing, Matura, good fishing and turtle hunting, 
and Toco, the chief port of the most picturesque and one of 
the most prolific cacao districts in the Island. The ex- 
penses for the round trip are only fifteen dollars and as the 
fare is good, and the ‘‘Kennet”’ kept like all the Royal Mail 
boats, spotlessly clean, it is extremely good value for the 
money. The officers, like most of the R. M.S., are most 
courteous, and full of information always at the disposition 
of the stranger. 
Now for my Eastern trips. About four years ago I took 
a visitor to our shores, not a Pagett, M. P., but a bright 
American from good old “ Kaintuck,” the blue grass State, 
to Sangre Grande. He was interested in timber and had 
never seen a tropical forest, and as there is a good metalled 
road going from the railway station right through the heart 
of a Mora forest (only four miles from the depdt, can be 
reached in an ordinary cab), I thought this would be our 
best starting point, more especially as I had at the same time 
a large gang of men sawing timber for certain contracts I had 
undertaken. We reached the terminus at Sangre Grande 
about 7 Pp. M., and found the buggy of my friend A. P. M. 
waiting for us, and were at once driven off to his house about 
two miles from the Sangre-Grande-Riviere Road. Our 
genial friend is one of the largest cacao planters in the dis- 
trict having some fine properties. He is also the “K. K. J.” 
