Caraicon. 20 May, 1891. House no hutty n sholly in ruins; are indices of the wealth of the bigan planters of the old slavery days. In this house we recorded & my friend Dr Branchum of St Kitts—the able brother of Bishop Branch of Antigua. Mr Durant, the doctor's mother, received us warmly, although we came upon her unexpectedly. She is a very with marbain handsome and charming old lady, and the grace and dignity with which she carried out her duties as hostess in this out-of-the-way corner of the world, could not but pain feelings of admiration. The house is more like an old country squire's residence at home, and every window was fitted with plan sashes. At night they are all closed up, so the cool strong wind sweeping in from the Atlantic brought by the doctor and his mother to be dangerous! At last it became so hot that Ogras & I could stand it no longer, and some went out into the verandah when I smoked my pipe, and got cooled down by the delightful cool wind that blows here constantly. When we got to our bedroom, Dr & I threw open the windows and got a cool sleep. 21 May, 1891 Thursday. The little Royal Mail Steamer leaves Cariacon for Grenada at 9 a.m. But the Governor authorized me to keep it back for several hours in aduit that I might visit some several of the districts of the island. So we decided on our