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have long gained it the esteem and respect of all ranks 

 in Pernambuco. The kindness and attention I received 

 from Dennis Kearney, Esq. and his amiable lady, will 

 be remembered with gratitude to my dying day. 



After wishing farewell to this hospitable 

 c E yeane ksf r family, I embarked on board a Portuguese 

 brig, with poor accommodations, for Cayenne 

 in Guiana. The most eligible bed-room was the top of 

 a hen-coop on deck. Even here, an unsavoury little 

 beast, called bug, was neither shy nor deficient in 

 appetite. 



The Portuguese seamen are famed for catching fish. 

 One evening, under the line, four sharks made their 

 appearance in the wake of the vessel. The sailors 

 caught them all. 



On the fourteenth day after leaving Pernambuco, the 

 brig cast anchor off the island of Cayenne. The 

 entrance is beautiful. To windward, not far off, there 

 are two bold wooded islands, called the Eather and 

 Mother; and near them are others, their children, 

 smaller, though as beautiful as their parents. Another 

 is seen a long way to leeward of the family, and seems 

 as if it had strayed from home, and cannot find his 

 way back. The French call it "1'enfant perdu." As 

 you pass the islands, the stately hills on the main, 

 ornamented with ever-verdant foliage, show you that 

 this is by far the sublimest scenery on the sea-coast, 

 from the Amazons to the Oroonoquo. On casting your 

 eye towards Dutch Guiana, you will see that the moun- 

 tains become unconnected and few in number; and long 

 before you reach Surinam, the Atlantic wave washes a 

 flat and muddy shore. 



Considerably to windward of Cayenne, and about 



