THIRD JOURNEY. 



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THIRD JOURNEY. 



Desertosque videre locos, littusque relictum.* 



Gentle reader, after staying a few months in Eng- 

 land, I strayed across the Alps and the Apennines, and 

 returned home, but could not tarry. Guiana still 

 whispered in my ear, and seemed to invite me once 

 more to wander through her distant forests. 



Shouldst thou have a leisure hour to read what 

 follows, I pray thee pardon the frequent use of that 

 unwelcome monosyllable I. It could not well be 

 avoided, as will be seen in the sequel. In February, 

 1820, I sailed from the Clyde, on board the Qlenbervky 

 a fine West-Indiaman. She was driven to the north- 

 west of Ireland, and had to contend with a foul and 

 wintry wind for above a fortnight. At last it changed, 

 and we had a pleasant passage across the Atlantic. 

 Yellow fever mournful was the story we heard 



at Demerara. entering the river Demerara. The yellow 

 fever had swept off numbers of the old inhabitants, 

 and the mortal remains of many a new comer were daily 

 passing down the streets, in slow and mute procession 

 to their last resting-place. 



Residence at ^^^cr staying a few days in the town, I 

 Mibiri creek. ^^^^^ Demerara to the former habita- 



tion of my worthy friend, Mr. Edmonstone, in Mibiri 

 creek. 



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