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BLUEFIELDS. 
trees, the tone of the whole, the sunlight, the suffused 
sky, the balmy atmosphere, the variety of the foliage, 
the massive light and shadow, the dark, deep open- 
ings in the forest, all new, rich, and strange ; — not 
only new individually, but quite new and strange in 
character, quite unlike anything that I had seen 
before; — all this I cannot hope to convey. Nor can 
I hope to convey more than a very, very faint reflec- 
tion of that delightful excitement with which I gazed 
around, bewildered and entranced, almost, with the 
variety of charming objects, all at once appealing for 
attention ; the remembrance of which, protracted 
as it was through eighteen months’ duration, with 
scarcely any abatement, has given in my habitual 
feelings, a kind of paradisaical association with lovely 
Jamaica. 
BELMONT BEACH. 
The great post-road of the southern side, after 
passing Bluefields, (supposing the traveller to be pro- 
ceeding eastward), runs along the coast to Belmont, 
Mount Edgecumbe, &c., often at the very water’s 
edge, and sometimes separated from the sea only by 
a narrow belt of woods. Close to Bluefields, the 
shore is a beach of white sand, not siliceous, but 
consisting almost wholly of coral, shells, echini^ &c., 
bleached and pulverised by the long action of the 
weather. A small stream running through a foetid 
morass crosses the road about half a mile from Blue- 
fields, and has deposited a broad flat bank of mud at 
its mouth, which is uncovered at low water. At this 
