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there were the usual evidences of energy and progress in the 
tropics, boilers, tanks, iron wheels and rails, machinery of all 
kinds, balks of timber lying all around, with recalcitrant 
mules and cattle, swarthy and sweating Ethiops, many ob- 
jurgations, and an atmosphere of general profanity. Out of 
this chaos, in time, order will be evolved, but the initiatory 
stages under a tropical sun are not inviting. 
Students of the sea-shore will be glad to hear that they 
can get seaweed of many and varied hues, the best I have 
seen in the tropics, on the Western arm of Guayaguayare 
Bay, and the shells seemed to me objects of beauty, but not 
being a conchologist, I cannot pronounce authoritatively on 
them. The authorities of the Oil Company, following the 
advice of the Tropical School of Medicine, have erected 
mosquito-proof bungalows for their chief officials (the first 
buildings of the kind in Trinidad), in order that they may 
be able to battle with that insidious foe, malarial fever, of 
which Guayaguayare, like all newly opened districts on a 
tropical coast, has a fair share; and the result of that experi- 
ment will be interesting to follow. They have been put up 
on the beach (vide illustration), some distance South of the 
Pilote River, and the occupants looked fairly healthy so far, 
the fair chatelaine being, as she generally is—on deck. After 
a most agreeable evening and a fine cool night (no mosquito 
nets), L. E. B. and self left next morning for Mayaro, where 
we parted company, the former making for his palmy home 
with its foam-flecked border, while I worked my passage to 
Port of Spain, via Rio Claro and Princestown. 
