SOUTH AMERICA. 



What a noble field, kind reader, for thy exjierimental 

 philosophy and speculations, for thy learning, for thy 

 perseverance, for thy kind-heartedness, for every thing 

 that is gi'eat and good within thee ! 



The accidental traveller who has journied on from 

 Stabroek to the rock Saba, and from thence to the banks 

 of the Esseqnibo, in pursuit of other things, as he told 

 thee at the beginning, with but an indilferent interpreter 

 to talk to, no friend to converse with, and totally unfit 

 for that which he wishes thee to do, can merely mark 

 the outlines of the path he has trodden, or tell thee the 

 sounds he has heard, or faintly describe what he has seen 

 in the environs of his resting - places ; but if this be 

 enough to induce thee to undertake the journey, and give 

 the world a description of it, he will be amply satisfied. 



It will be two days and a half from the time of entering 

 the path on the western bank of tlie Demerara till all 

 be ready, and the canoe fairly afloat on the Essequibo. 

 The new rigging it, and putting every little thing to 

 rights and in its proper place, cannot well be done in less 

 than a day. 



After being night and day in the forest impervious to 

 the sun and moon's rays, the sudden transition to light 

 has a fine heart-cheering effect. Welcome as a lost 

 friend, the solar beam makes the frame rejoice, and with 

 it a thousand enlivening thoughts rush at once on the 

 soul, and disperse, as a vapour, every sad and sorrowful 



