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THIRD JOURNEY. 



" Desertosque videre locos, littusque relictum.' 



GENTLE reader, after staying a few months in Eng- 

 land, I strayed across the Alps and the Apennines^ and 

 returned home, but could not tarry. Guiana still 

 whispered in my ear, and seemed to invite me once 

 more to wander through her distant forests. 



Shouldst thou have a leisure hour to read what 

 follows, I pray thee pardon the frequent use of that 

 unwelcome monosyllable I. It could not well be 

 avoided, as will be seen in the sequel. In February, 

 1820, I sailed from the Clyde, on board the Glenbervie, 

 a, fine West-Indiaman. She was driven to the north- 

 west of Ireland, and had to contend with a foul and 

 wintry wind for above a fortnight. At last it changed, 

 and we had a pleasant 'passage across the Atlantic. 

 Yellow fever ^ a ^ anc ^ roournful was the story we heard 

 at Demerara. on en t e ring the river Demerara. The yellow 

 fever had swept off numbers of the old inhabitants, 

 and the mortal remains of many a new comer were daily 

 passing down the streets, in slow and mute procession 

 to their last resting-place. 



Residence at -^^ staying a few days in the town, I 

 Mibiri creek. went up the D eme rara to the former habita- 

 tion of my worthy friend, Mr. Edmonstone, in Mibiri 

 creek. 



