To Vincent. 9th 3 June, 1891. slim particles, a m-bound ship in a stiff breeze, and had to limp them continually or look 'on the high and lowly'. After leaving Sucre we had practically come into the wilds of Vincent. Here and there are little patches of cultivation, the gardens of the yellow Caribs who inhabit this district. The road was very pretty, and shady, for everywhere rose the beautiful wildness and luxuriance of tropical vegetation, and through the sea-side grape trees which fringed the road, we got glimpses of the rock bound coast with the white spray or the waves dashed in full force against the volcanic barriers to their further progress. As we neared the sea in places, the roar of the dashing waves was like supreme thunder. We then passed through a small settlement at Sandy Bay and I dismounted to find out whether you resided amongst other people. With the help of Jack Hazell, and he helped me lot him over or Overland, I secured two little Carib children with yours. Mr. Kernahan, one of the Surveyors at present engaged under the direction of W. Reeve in surveying alone between the Cornlands and private property, had a chat in this settlement, for his work had lain him for some time. I had met him in the Hotel, and he is a calculating chap. His journey had not yet returned.