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mire the extraordinary beauty of Mount Diavolo, 

 which we were then crossing. Though we had 

 left the river, the road was still a narrow shelf of 

 rock running along the edge of ravines of great 

 depth, and filled with broken masses of stone and 

 trees of wonderful magnitude ; only that at inter- 

 vals we emerged for a time into places resembling 

 ornamental parks in England, the lawns being of 

 the liveliest verdure, the ground rising and falling 

 with an endless variety of surface, and enriched 

 with a profusion of trees majestic in stature and 

 picturesque in their shapes, many of them entirely 

 covered with the beautiful flowers of " hogsmeat," 

 and other creeping plants. The logwood, too, is 

 now perfectly golden with its full bloom, and per- 

 fumes all the air; and nothing can be more gay 

 than the quantity of wild flowers which catch the 

 eye on all sides, particularly the wild pine, and the 

 wild ipecacuanha. We travelled for sixteen miles, 

 which brought us to our harbour for the night, — - 

 a solitary tavern called Blackheath, situated in the 

 heart of the mountains of St. Anne. 



February 8. 

 The road soon brought us down to the very 

 brink of the sea, which we continued to skirt 

 during the whole of the stage. It then brought us 

 to St. Anne's Bay, where we found an excellent 

 breakfast, at an inn quite in the English fashion, — 

 for the landlady had been long resident in Great 



