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the soil, as bananas, oranges, pines, custard-apples, 
sugar-cane, earth-nuts, &c. They were all liberated 
Africans, or their descendants, full of noisy mirth and 
business. Mammy, and Daddy, are the common ex- 
pressions in use, to designate the sexes. So that a 
dialogue is carried on somewhat in this manner. 
“ Well, mammy, what de news ? ” “ Oh ! tank’ee 
daaddy, nulling perticular, — only Gubberna Jeremy 
dead — fever catch him, — he werry good man, — you 
got wash clothes ? — me wash. Eberry body Sella-Leon, 
too much glad, you go ’top Slave Trade. You like 
buy dis basket orange? me sell him too much cheap. 
Buy-em, daaddy ? ” 
On the evening of the 28 th, we experienced a very 
violent tornado. Soon after sunset the well-known 
portentous arch of dark clouds, and the gloomy circle 
round the horizon, gave indications of its approach. 
The air was close and almost motionless. Shortly after 
eight, a few heavy drops of rain fell, quickly followed 
by vivid flashes of the electric fluid and the deafening 
roar of the thunder. 
The rain then became heavier ; the wind swept 
along with a hoarse, rushing sound, its resistless power 
tearing up and laying low the giants of the forest, 
or overwhelming the unprepared or too-conflding 
vessel and its hapless crew. Each element seemed 
to be madly striving for mastery during the greater 
part of two hours, when the fearful strife terminated 
in favour of the water, the rain coming down in a 
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