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animals was now reduced to six, barely enough to transport our 
supplies, It was not considered safe to continue the journey as 
originally planned, so we again returned to Marmelade, intending 
to await there the arrival of fresh mules from the plantation, and 
to proceed then to Gonaives, via Ennery, climbing a high m 
tain on the road. But, unfortunately for our plans, the mare on 
which Mr. Cassé was riding stumbled in a miry place in the road, 
Mountain boys eating breakfast supplied from camp. 
Fic. 37. 
This made it impossible to carry 
out even our altered plans. The rest of the journey to Marme- 
lade was a very slow one. The following morning Mr. Cassé 
and I started for the plantation at five, arriving there about three 
in the afternoon, after a continuous ride of ten hours in the saddle, 
Mr. Taylor brought the pack train and 
a trip so auspic- 
tearing off one of her shoes, 
tired, dusty and thirsty. 
servants down the following day. Thus ended 
iously begun —a trip, every detail of which we had carefully gone 
