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The fever returned, and pressed so heavy on him, 
that to all appearance his last day’s march was over. 
However, it abated; his spirits rallied, and he 
marched again; and after delays and inconveniences 
he reached the house of his worthy friend Mr. 
Edmonstone, in Mibiri creek, which falls into the 
Demerara. No words of his can do justice to the 
hospitality of that gentleman, whose repeated en¬ 
counters with the hostile negroes in the forest have 
been publicly rewarded, and will be remembered in 
the colony for years to come. 
Here he learned that an eruption had taken place 
in St. Vincent’s; and thus the noise heard in the 
night of the first of May, which had caused such 
terror amongst the Indians, and made the garrison 
at Fort St. Joachim remain under arms the rest of 
the night, is accounted for. 
After experiencing every kindness and attention 
from Mr. Edmonstone, he sailed for Granada, and 
from thence to St. Thomas’s, a few days before poor 
Captain Peake lost his life on his own quarter-deck, 
bravely fighting for his country on the coast of Guiana. 
At St. Thomas’s they show you a tower, a little 
distance from the town, which they say formerly 
belonged to a Bucanier chieftain. Probably the 
fury of besiegers has reduced it to its present dis¬ 
mantled state. What still remains of it bears testi¬ 
mony of its former strength, and may brave the 
attack of time for centuries. You cannot view its 
ruins, without calling to mind the exploits of those 
fierce and hardy hunters, long the terror of the 
FIRST 
JOURN EY 
Fever 
returned. 
Readies 
Mibiri 
creek. 
Sails for 
Granada. 
St. Tho¬ 
mas’s 
tower. 
