84 St Vincent 2 June, 1891. Molten Jack who had preceded us gave us a hearty welcome. After a hearty lunch we started and visited Milt, and Mr Hazell, from where I trail out for awhile. We rode through some arnroot cultivation, and the wind was a valley where a good deal of cacao had been planted; the trees were bearing fairly well, but they were not perfectly pruned. Grande Table is a very large place, and its principal cultivations are sugarcane and arnroot. About 150 hogs of sugar are made and about 1400 barrels of arnroot. Mr Hazell is now planting cacao and nutmegs, and in five years he might to ship a lot of the former. We came back from the cacao valley when we left Smith instructing Jack Hazell how to prune the trees, and passed by the sugarcane and arnroot mills. It is very important in the manufacture of arnroot to have pure water, and as Grande Table to offer this a large clear filter had been constructed some to purify the river water. But, state the land yields from 7 to 10 barrels of arnroot to the acre—a barrel weighing about 220 lbs. The reaping season is from September to May and planting operations are carried on during the wet months. The sea black is not inimical to the growth of arnroot, and steep hill sides, close to the sea, and exposed to the full force of the Atlantic winds, 85 Vincent. 2 June, 1891. are planted in arnroot, and they give excellent returns. Leaving the lands which are in the valley close to the tunnel, we rode by the river and then leaving it from right, we rode about 2 or 3 miles up the valley to the nutmeg cultivation. Here there are 40 to 50 very large trees, some of them realtable giants, and only almost of the Cocos nuts I had seen in Canada. Mr Hazell showed me a tree he often got a return of £15 a year from. There are also arnroot mills close to the nutmegs. We rode right through the grove, on horse treading on nutmegs which lay on the ground or they had fallen from the trees. A great number of young plants were growing up in all directions, but many of them, as I pointed out, are too close together. I got many black birds, like the Babblers to me, called her "black witch" she run in all directions, and I saw also many skrikes, and men ten hawks, among the culta along a large black hawk, as the arnfowls were scarce on the whole, and humming birds few conspicuous by their absence. We got back by "arch-trail time" and some guests began to drop in. Mr W. Yates, a nice young Scotchman—the manager, J. Bruce Austin, who had driven us from