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the brig cast anchor off the island of Cayenne. The second 
entrance is beautiful. To windward, not far off, JOURN .— 
there are two bold wooded islands, called the Father 
and Mother; and near them are others, their chil¬ 
dren, smaller, though as beautiful as their parents. 
Another is seen a long way to leeward of the family, 
and seems as if it had strayed from home, and cannot 
find his way back. The French call it u 1’enfant 
perdu.” As you pass the islands, the stately hills 
on the main, ornamented w r ith ever-verdant foliage, 
show you that this is by far the sublimest scenery on 
the sea-coast, from the Amazons to the Oroonoquo. 
On casting your eye towards Dutch Guiana, you 
will see that the mountains become unconnected, and 
few in number, and long before you reach Surinam, 
the Atlantic wave washes a flat and muddy shore. 
Considerably to windward of Cayenne, and about Constable 
twelve leagues from land, stands a stately and tower¬ 
ing rock, called the Constable. As nothing grows 
on it to tempt greedy and aspiring man to claim it 
as his own, the sea-fowl rest and raise their offspring 
there. The bird called the frigate is ever soaring 
round its rugged summit. Hither the phaeton bends 
his rapid flight, and flocks of rosy flamingos here 
defy the fowler’s cunning. All along the coast, 
opposite the Constable, and indeed on every uncul¬ 
tivated part of it to windward and leeward, are seen 
innumerable quantities of snow-white egrets, scarlet 
curlews, spoonbills, and flamingos. 
Cayenne is capable of being a noble and productive Colony of 
colony. At present it is thought to be the poorest Cayenne ‘ 
