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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 roimd 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 depot, 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 p. 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." 



