66 TlMEHRl. 
The copper roof of the large storehouse on the beach 
was, by a sudden gust, literally lifted up whole and car- 
ried out to sea, where it sank to rise no more. Mr. S., 
poor man, who was in town, and little aware of the 
scene of desolation which awaited him, supposing his 
house and buildings too substantially built to suffer from 
the gale such as they experienced in Kingstown, returned 
home the following evening, ' a distance of 22 miles, 
through roads impeded with fallen trees, and masses of 
earth, and stones which had shot from the cliffs. On 
reaching our works and noticing the injury they had 
sustained, he was incautiously informed by an overseer 
that his own house was levelled to the ground, his 
works destroyed, not a negro house standing, 14 negroes 
killed, his child dead, his wife saved with difficulty and 
lodging in the miserable dungeon where she had taken 
shelter. He threw up his hands and eyes to Heaven in 
despair, spoke not a word in reply, but casting the reins 
upon his horse's neck, galloped onwards furiously as one 
who knew not, nor cared whither he was going — ruined 
and desperate. 
At Lot 14 nearly all the buildings were destroyed, and 
the mansion house partly blown down. The family 
retreated to a small room on the ground floor, where 
with anxious eyes they watched the progress of the gale, 
anticipating every moment the separation of the house in 
two, for it cracked down the middle, and swerved a little 
to the left. 
At Turama, the property of General Mackenzie, and 
the residence of Mr. McLeod, the sugar-works and 
other buildings were destroyed and the family mansion 
was completely swept away down the hill. Mr. McLeod's 
