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time, her mother told her, the people sent home a lot of things to show 

 King William what they could do. "What things?" " Well, according 

 to what they could make." They sent home a little hogshead made by a 

 cooper, and a table made by a joiner, and some ironwork made by a 

 blacksmith, while the women made some shirts to show what they could 

 do. " King William wasivery pleased, " they say,'" to see what the Winkel 

 people in Berbice could do." 



Mrs. Gournal never saw Sir Benjamin D'Urban as far as she knows. 

 But she saw Sir James Carmichael Smyth, and remembers his appearance 

 well. He was tall and had no hair on his face. There have been one or 

 two Governors of British Guiana whom the common people remember 

 with affection. This was not because they spoke smooth things, or gave 

 way to every popular demand. Usually such Governors have been 

 singularly frank with the people — havb told them things that from the 

 lips of another would have raised an unlaj-able dust. But it was felt that 

 they had their welfare deeply at heart, and were determined, look- 

 ing neither to the right hand or to the left, to do them justice and to try 

 from quarters not merely high or official to get at the truth of the matter. 

 Sir James Carmichael Smyth was one such Governor. A later Sir James 

 — Sir James Alexander Swettenham — occurs to us as another. 



" Sir James Carmichael, 'that is how this old Winkel slave refers to 

 " the good Governor." " He was a good Governor ; " it is her phrase. She 

 remembers when he visited the Winkel Village. The people must have 

 been free then for about two years. He rode into the Village on a horse. 

 He had on a uniform, with a cocked hat. The people had swept the 

 Winkel clean and had put up flags. They all came out on the road and 

 clapped their hands and cried : " Hip, hip, hurrah ! for Sir James 

 Carmichael." He then visited the school and spoke kindly to the 

 children and promised them medals. 



Indeed the entire body of the people were children, — to be encouraged, 

 to be lifted out of the mud, to be led into the elementary paths of life. 

 Then there was " Parson Wray." 



He was " inclined to be stout," and spoke very slow. Mrs. Wray 

 was a quiet woman, and had four daughters and one son, Master Robert, 

 who died in Demerara from the Yellow fever. Of the daughters, Miss 

 Rebecca, she had married the Revd. James Howe — she was the oldest. 

 Then there was Miss Betsy, Miss Janey and Miss Einily. They taught 

 in Sunday school ; some of their scholars were old enough to have been 

 their grandmothers. Most of the old people could read a little (without 

 glasses) although but few could write. 



Mother Gournal remembers — " ah, day of mourning " — when " Parson 

 Wray "died. He had a big burying. She and all who could get to the 

 grave went. It was a day of pouring rain. 



Of the Winkel descendants — Mar}' Henery, Charlotte Duke, Flora 

 Beresford, etc., — who still live in the Winkel, the eldest is Henry 

 Ferdinand. He is about seventy-six. He is a carpenter. His father and 

 mother had been Winkel Slaves. His father in later years supplied most 

 of the ships that came to Berbice with water and vegetables. 



