WANDERINGS IN 



Residence 

 of the post- 

 holder. 



First You See R fcw cofFce-trees of a fine luxuriant ejrowth : 



JOUKXEY. ^ ' 



~ and nearly on the top of Saba, stands the house of the 

 postholder. 



He is appointed by government to give in his report 

 to the protector of the Indians, of what is going on 

 amongst them ; and to prevent suspicious people from 

 passing up the river. 



When the Indians assemble here, the stranger may 

 have an opportunity of seeing the Aborigines, dancing 

 to the sound of their country music, and painted in their 

 native style. They will shoot their arrows for him with 

 an unerring aim, and send the poisoned dart, from the 

 blow-pipe, true to its destination : and here he may often 

 view all the different shades, from the red savage to the 

 white man ; and from the white man to the sootiest son 

 of Africa. 



Beyond this post, there are no more habitations of 

 white men, or free people of colour. 



In a country, so extensively covered with wood as this 

 is, having every advantage that a tropical sun, and the 

 richest mould, in many places, can give to vegetation, it 

 is natural to look for trees of very large dimensions. 

 But it is rare to meet with them above six yards in 

 circumference. If larger have ever existed, they have 

 fallen a sacrifice, either to the axe or to fire. 



If, however, they disappoint you in size, they make 

 ample amends in height. Heedless, and bankrupt, in all 



Trees, 



