A SUMMER IN THE TROPICS. 
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for the loan of books and herbarium specimens. The next morn¬ 
ing at seven o’clock a carriage was waiting at the hotel to take us 
the first nine miles of our journey to Cinchona. 
We thought that we were abroad early, but soon discovered that 
Jamaica is astir long before seven. All along the route we passed 
negro market women and girls trudging barefoot into town; for 
it was Saturday, and that is market day in Kingston. Some led 
Fig. i. The Residence of the Director at Cinchona. (Courtesy of New 
York Botanical Garden.) 
donkeys laden with yams, mangoes, pineapples, bananas and other 
fruits and vegetables; but the majority, after the fashion of their 
country, carried their produce in large round baskets on their 
heads. At the little hamlet of Gordon Town we mounted ponies 
for a thirteen mile ride up the mountain trail. Wilfred, our black 
guide, led the way on a mule, astride of bags and suit-cases—the 
larger pieces of baggage had gone on ahead—and another black 
boy brought up the rear on foot, clinging to the tail of the last 
pony. It was a glorious morning! All around stretched the 
