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ridden to inspe6l the repairs that were going on at the 
Tunnel Wharf at Mount Young, and on my return ob- 
served as I thought a stranger standing on the ruins of 
our works at Mount Young, and looking with uplifted 
hands and in utter astonishment at the prodigious vio- 
lence of the wind which had not only hurled away the 
roof in fragments to a distance, but had thrown down 
the very stone walls. It was our worthy friend Sir 
GEORGE, who observed on recognising me, that all the 
accounts he had received in town of the state of the 
Carib Country, and which he concluded would be much 
exaggerated by our fears, fell far, — very far short of the 
reality ; for that beggared all description. As we rode 
along I pointed out to him the prostrated fields of canes, 
trees of the largest size, thrown across the roads, and our 
ruined buildings at Grand Sable. From thence we rode 
up to our little cottage at which the workmen were still 
engaged, and I introduced him to the ladies in our little 
drawing room, which was now merely a little open gal- 
lery. After congratulating us upon our personal safety, 
though commiserating our misfortunes, our guest was 
soon quietly seated amidst shavings and lumber, quite at 
home. He made us recount to him all the perils and ad- 
ventures of that awful day, traced our flight from room 
to room as the building fell, our escape through the win- 
dow, lodgment in a pantry without windows or doors or 
floor, and our final refuge in the ever memorable cave, 
the interior of which we explored. Afterwards as we 
passed along the cane fields where the negroes were at 
work, I requested them all to take off their hats as a 
mark of respe6l to His [Excellency. Some of them re- 
marked to me afterwards " Massa, how plain Guvnor 
