Henry Alfred Alford Nicholls diary
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Mayaro. 12 June, 1891 Coal reef. The bay appears to be be filling up with coal as did the one for harbour of Calligua in St Vincent. In them and other places in the West Indies the bottom is alive with coal which gradually nears the surface and at last put out. In this way some of those islands and cliifs are gradually increasing in area, and the sea bottom is changing year by year, and old charts become unreliable. These facts indicate the necessity of periodical surveys to correct the published Hydrography Charts. We had a spanking breeze one noon from the new channel to Mayaro in less than an hour. We anchored in a deep bay on the second side of the island and landed at as some wild that lunch in boats. The beach was sandy but is full any whistles, and then we deep into after feet from the shore. We clint up away steep road that has been a story steam track only a few hours ago, and there are paths in all directions. After a hot stuff climb we reached the valley with Central ridge about 200ft above the sea. The side islands is less than 500 acres and possesses the whole valley, Mayaro 12 June 1891 to another old patriarch named Mr. Henry J. Thilain, who is of French descent. At Aubry, Bolymplet I as mee proceeded to the school house, which was a room about 10 feet square, and how the magistrate court was built into it. Along the walls are the following legend in letters cut out of different coloured papers "God bless our school. God save the Queen." This was the handy path for schoolmasters who now was settled in Carriacou, and it was thought to be very fine, and many of the people gazed upon it with admiration and delight. Old J. Thilain, white haired man about 76 was indeedly the best kind. He was indeed a genuine, discreet old man, and I could get us information of every value from him. On the top of the ridge is in delightful cool, the strong Atlantic huts blowing in without any interruption. Bolymplet I walked all along the ridge, and talked with the people. Here we visited the ruin of an old mansion house, and was told by a niece of old Thilain that it was a house commenced year ago by a former proprietor but that for some reason and then it was never finished. The stone was imported from England and evidently a considerable sum of money was expended in removing it,