SOUTH AMERICA. 
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THIRD JOURNEY. 
“ Desertosque videre locos, littusque relictum.” 
Gentle reader, after staying a few months in 
England, I strayed across the Alps and the Apen¬ 
nines, and returned home, but could not tarry. 
Guiana still whispered in my ear, and seemed to 
invite me once more to wander through her distant 
forests. 
Shouldst thou have a leisure hour to read what 
follows, I pray thee pardon the frequent use of that 
unwelcome monosyllable I. It could not well be 
avoided, as will be seen in the sequel. In February, 
1820 , I sailed from the Clyde, on board the Glen- 
bervie, a fine West-Indiaman. She was driven to 
the north-west of Ireland, and had to contend with 
a foul and wintry wind for above a fortnight. At 
last it changed, and we had a pleasant passage across 
the Atlantic. 
Sad and mournful was the story we heard on 
entering the river Demerara. The yellow fever had 
sw^ept off numbers of the old inhabitants, and the 
mortal remains of many a new comer were daily 
THIRD 
JOURNEY. 
Yellow- 
fever at 
Deme¬ 
rara. 
