298 THE STORY OF A BIRD LOVER 



easy grade. A thousand feet up is the reforma- 

 tory, at the top of the first ridge, overlooking the 

 Liguanea Plain and the sea. A well-kept barrack- 

 like building houses the children, while the cottages 

 of the officials are grouped picturesquely on the 

 wide-spreading lawn. 



The school is well maintained, and the boys 

 are taught trades. We were introduced to the 



Superintendent, Mr. W , the sole survivor 



of the Morant Bay rebellion, of the time of 

 Governor Eyre of " infamous memory." Later, 

 as our neighbor, we learned from him the true 

 story of the insurrection, and modified the 

 opinions which, as right-thinking abolitionists, 

 we had always held. But that will come in due 

 order. Leaving the reformatory we drove home- 

 ward, stopping at " Fort George " as directed by 



Mr. W . Well back from the road, from 



which it was completely hidden, and fully three 

 hundred feet above, we found the cottage. The 

 location of the estate on the verge of a steep acclivity 

 commanding the whole lower world of hills, plain, 

 and sea, made the name well chosen. A wealth 

 of trees, shrubs, and creepers, formed the surround- 

 ings. Miss F , the owner, an English lady, 



was willing to let the second story of her house 

 with outside kitchen. We engaged the lodgings 

 for £6 sterling a month, and the following day 

 took possession. 



