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again a few weeks later under strangely dif- 

 ferent conditions. 



Robes and wigs and other legal properties 

 were thrown aside, and once more we were all 

 genial friends in the little automobile, with no 

 trace of the terribly formal side of justice and 

 right. The red Pomeroon road slipped past, 

 and I, for one, wished for a dozen eyes and a 

 score of memories to record the unrolling of 

 that road. It was baffling in its interest. 



The first ten or twenty miles consisted of 

 huge sugar estates, recently awakened to fever- 

 ish activity by the war prices of this commodity. 

 Golden Fleece, Taymouth Manor, Capoey, 

 More Success, Anna Regina, Hampton Court 

 — all old names long famous in the history of 

 the colony. In many other districts the Dutch 

 have left not only a heritage of names, such 

 as Vreeden-Hoop and Kyk-over-al, but the 

 memory of a grim sense of humor, as in the 

 ease of three estates lying one beyond the other, 

 which the owners named in turn. Trouble, 

 More Trouble, and Most Trouble. Unlike our 

 southern plantations, the workers' quarters are 

 along the road, with the big house of the man- 

 ager well back, often quite concealed. The 



