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Again we took a cart back to Man- 

 chioneal to connect with the mail coach 

 for Port Antonio, driving part of the 

 way along the coast and stopping at 

 every available place to seaweed. We 

 found the coach was not due until three 

 o'clock in the morning, and after much 

 demurring decided to go to bed to get 

 some sleep. It happened that I had 

 just dropped my watch and broken the 

 main spring. No one in the neighbor- 

 hood owned a timepiece. We asked 

 the landlady how we should know 

 when it was time to be ready for the 

 coach. She replied "O, you will know 

 all right. At eleven the roosters will 

 crow a little, and again at twelve; at 

 about half-past two they will crow some 

 more and at dawn they will have the 

 big crow — the whole lot crowing all 

 together." Well, we must lie awake to 

 listen for the cock crowing. It was not 



