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ment. However, it is better to have hooked and lost than 
never to have hooked at all, we have had splendid sport, and 
secured enough edible fish for a dozen men or more, so we 
turn our faces shoreward. Of course on our homeward way 
my “Jim Jeffries’’ which had started off at a presumably 30 
Ibs. weight had increased to 70 lbs., but that is a little custom 
of fishermen who have lost a fish they have not seen. 
We had intended the next day going on to Toco via 
Salibia, Tabateau, Balandra Bay and Tompire, but on our 
return to the Matura Rest-house found a message calling us 
back, so after a night’s sleep, we rose at 4 A. M. and caught 
the early train to Port of Spain. At the present date the 
road to Matura has been considerably improved, so it is quite 
easy for a traveller to engage a carriage or cab and drive right 
up to the Matura Rest-house. 
Four years after, that is to say, in the present year of 
grace 1g1o, I turned my steps once more Eastward, but this 
time alone, as my Kentucky friend having circumvented the 
wily Castro was basking in the smiles of the Caracas sefioritas 
and (I fervently hope), the doubloons of the sancochos. On 
this occasion my arrangements were to go straight East one 
time as Cutliffe Hyne would say, so I left Port of Spain by the 
morning train arriving at the Sangre Grande terminus about 
10 A.M. Here I was met by my host G. A. F. and his buggy, 
which vehicle he said was entirely at my disposition, but he 
himself had suddenly developed a patriotic frame of mind and 
was going to town to crack a magnum, Brut ’84, with that 
doughty Laird, the Balfour of Burleigh, and incidentally he 
thought to sing afterwards ‘The Maple Leaf Forever.” I 
should here mention that a motor bus meets each one of the 
three daily trains and carries passengers to the beach at 
Manzanilla, 84 miles for 4ocents. I regret tosay that there is 
no accommodation for strangers when they get there, but can 
only trust that this want may be supplied in the near future. 
I took possession of the buggy and Harris the groom, but as 
the latter informed me, he had to “make message’”’ (a Creol- 
ism which covers many things, making market for the mis- 
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