XEGRO MARKET. 
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liimsclf first witli one hand and then with the other, 
like a greedy hoy from a howl of savoury porridge. 
One poor fellow had lost an arm in some fierce fray, 
hut he plied the remaining memher with increased 
activity, as if to make up for lost time I 
But I have said nothing concerning the main- 
land, which, of course, did not remain unvisited or 
unexplored. It was a cloudy day when we shot 
across the “Hidden Waters,’’ as the Indians call 
the harhour, and we rejoiced that the sun so 
heneficently veiled his fierce rays in a somewhat 
misty atmosphere, for we were hound for the Sugar- 
Loaf Mountain, and our toilsome climh would he 
more pleasant. As we landed, we found ourselves 
among groups of NegToes, stpatting on the ground, 
and holding a market, with their wares disposed 
arormd them. The shining ehony creatures were 
laughing and chattering as is their wont, gaily 
discussing each other’s merits, and recommending 
the flavour of their durians, mammy-apples, and 
bananas. 
Across the harhour in the hir distance to the left, 
