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not appear in Mexico. I suspect that it is never FOURTH 
found out of the Antilles. journey. 
After leaving Dominica, you soon reach the grand Martinico. 
and magnificent island of Martinico. St. Pierre, its 
capital, is a fine town, and possesses every comfort. 
The inhabitants seem to pay considerable attention 
to the cultivation of the tropical fruits. A stream of 
•water runs down the streets with great rapidity, pro¬ 
ducing a pleasing effect as you pass along. 
Here I had an opportunity of examining a cuckoo, 
which had just been shot. It was exactly the same 
as the metallic cuckoo in Wilson’s “ Ornithology.” 
They told me it is a migratory bird in Martinico. 
It probably repairs to this island after its departure 
from the United States. 
At a little distance from Martinico, the celebrated 
Diamond Rock rises in insulated majesty out of the 
sea. It w r as fortified during the last war with France, 
and bravely defended by an English captain. 
In a few hours from Martinico, you are at St. st. Lucie. 
Lucie, whose rough and towering mountains fill you 
with sublime ideas, as you approach its rocky shore. 
The town Castries is quite embayed. It was literally Castries, 
blown to pieces by the fatal hurricane, in which the 
unfortunate governor and his lady lost their lives. 
Its present forlorn and gloomy appearance, and the 
grass which is grown up in the streets, too plainly 
show that its hour of joy is passed away; and that 
it is in mourning, as it were, with the rest of the 
British West Indies. 
From St. Lucie, I proceeded to Barbadoes in quest 
of a conveyance to the island of Trinidad. 
