30 Guiana. 16 May, 1891. We arrived at Richmond which is really a cacao and nutmeg estate belonging to Dr. Long. The Dr. Middleff was received kindly by the Dr. this wife and eldest daughter. Long has a very large family, and his eldest son has just come out from home. I was hospitably entertained by our captain, and we were treated by the long ride in the sun returned tiredly. O! I had to occupy the bedroom and he wanted arms taking the state bed whilst he took a cold bath by the way he broke down during the night as he is a heavy man. In the morning I saw him lying on half with floor and he told me he felt something for ever but there too tired to find out what it was! We were rudely occupying Ellen Long's room and joy both redbrick and green cracking about the walls tables. And inspired two very fine cards implement which Dr. Long in the morning presented me the look. Hearts five is true she stole is from his daughter, but as a true collector I took it gratefully. Mr. Long is an old friend of the Maguin and she asked me alot about them. 17 May, 1891. Sunday. After a farewell to Long we left Richmond early in the morning and rode back to the windward coast through a place called La Digue. The roads we passed under ours but in tolerably good order. Until we got towards the coast, the roads 31 Guiana. 17 May, 1891. We passed along wide belts, and put one in mind of English country lanes. The cacao plantations were divided off from the woods by broads along high divisions of salba but here and there pretty glimpses of cultivation we met with. We reached the coast line at 'Union', an old abandoned sugar estates and the desolation and wildness around was in marked contrast to the thriving plantations he has passed through. Nothing perhaps, looks so desolate in these islands as an abandoned sugar estate. For the works were built, in the older days, in a most substantial manner regardless of expense; and the dilapidation of the buildings which which are usually also overgrown by bush, and the solemn stillness of a place that was in other days the scene of busy industry, cannot but strike a chord of sadness or even feeling of regret. We rode south along the coast road, which here and there has been encroached on by the sea, and finally comes to the large negro village of Maguins. This village might have been in the heart of Africa from its appearance. The mud and reeds hut one meets with in the forest islands for the prevailing type. The whole village was planted with trees, of which the sea side palm + Cacao nut predominated, and the people themselves appeared to adapt down in the peace