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Shortly after this it rained almost day and FIRBT 



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night, the lightning flashing incessantly, and the - 



Thunder 



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roar of thunder awful beyond expression. 



The fever returned, and pressed so heavy on Fever re _ 

 him, that to all appearance his last day's march turned ' 

 was over. However, it abated ; his spirits rallied, 

 and he marched again; and after delays and in- 

 conveniences he reached the house of his worthy 

 friend Mr. Edmonstone, in Mibiri creek, which Reaches 

 falls into the Demerara. No words of his can do creek. 

 justice to the hospitality of that gentleman, whose 

 repeated encounters with the hostile negroes in 

 the forest have been publicly rewarded, and will 

 be remembered in the colony for years to come. 



Here he learned that an eruption had taken 

 place in St. Vincent's ; and thus the noise heard 

 in the night of the first of May, which had caused 

 such terror amongst the Indians, and made the 

 garrison at Fort St. Joachim remain under arms 

 the rest .of the night, is accounted for. 



After experiencing every kindness and atten- sails for 



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tion from Mr. Edmonstone, he sailed for Granada, 

 and from thence to St. Thomas's, a few days 

 before poor Captain Peake lost his life on his own 

 quarter-deck, bravely fighting for his country on 

 the coast of Guiana. 



At St. Thomas's they show you a tower, a little st.Tho- 

 distance from the town, which they say formerly tower 

 belonged to a Bucanier chieftain. Probably the 

 fury of besiegers has reduced it to its present 



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