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pineapples. ‘‘ The dewy morn, with breath all incense and cheek 
all bloom.” It was like an enchanted land. How lovely it was to 
see the morning dew glistening on the leaves like diamonds, and the 
mist veiling the distant mountains as if they were modest maidens 
or mountain queens concealing their beauty. Our road skirted the 
mountains, the morning breeze blowing odors sweet as violets, every 
flower and fern, and even the mosses, bejewelled with dew drops. 
~ Oh, what a drive that was ! 
Whenever I had an opportunity and the time to spare, it was 
a great pleasure to me to take a run out with Canadians who had 
come over to show them Castleton Gardens, Bog Walk, Gordon- 
town and any other places of interest and importance. Castleton 
Gardens rank as second among the tropical gardens of the world. I 
accepted the invitation of the Director for myself and friends, and 
visited the wonderful gardens. We pass more ruins of old sugar 
estates of the ancient days of slavery, now covered with moss and 
creeping plants. There was a great acqueduct used originally by the 
sugar company at Constant Spring, and now used to convey water 
to Kingston. We pass hundreds of women on the road going to 
market with loaded baskets. on their heads; _ light-hearted, 
modestly dressed. We visited the Industrial School—the build- 
ing was formerly a barracks, and the site one of the finest 
in the world. It was interesting to visit tobacco plantations 
worked by Cuban refugees, who sought the shelter of the free 
flag of Britain from the rule of the hated Spaniard. The tobacco 
raised is used in the manufacture of cigars, and is profitable. ‘The 
ping-wing hedges, over which flowers of every hue creep, are won- 
derfully beautiful. We travel over lovely winding roads, parts 
constructed in the very rocks sheltered in every way from the sun, 
cool and refreshing, and we involuntarily exclaim: ‘‘ A great rock in 
a weary land.” 1 could well fancy how pedestrians long for these 
shady bits of road. We pass lots of coffee and lime trees, orange 
groves, until there bursts upon our vision perhaps the grandest sight 
upon which anyone can gaze. We look down into the valley and up 
the opposite side, and see graceful bamboos with their feathery-like 
tops, as if waving their welcome to us. 
At length we reach the gates of Castleton Gardens. Men were 
there ready to carry our hampers, and they were all filled with 
