102 Ivricent. 4 June, 1891. his humid lot, he could not get into Sandy Bore and his duties, and he dared not attempt Kingston over his fresh heat. We sympathised with him in a serious way, and he received on ends of comfort with a smiling face and good heart. I made an awful ride to Jambly Cottage. The rain came down like a waterfall, and the wind came in from the stormy sea in heavy gusts. I crossed the Grand Stables with the intention to enliven girls; but my bluey pants carried us on without wish. When we got to the cottage service half-drowned, but Mr. Bruce Austin threw us a cocktail that warmed us up, and after a change washed a capital breakfast-lunch, and my kind host and sisters soon made me feel thoroughly at home. Austin is a splendid fellow, nephew of Dr. H. Austin the Primate of the West Indies, and his wife is a sprightly and a good mind little lady. They have one child, a boy about seven and a funny little fellow. Austin's brother is living with them now. He is in business somewhere in the United States. In the afternoon as the weather cleared up somewhat we go to ride through some open country. When Rainford Point against which the Atlantic rolls thunder, and then 103 Ivricent. 4 June, 1891. ride through a village called Philderton, and came to the Adelphi Estate belonging to J.H. Baker. On this property, sage and acreage is green. I met Grace the manager, a Scotchman, who was the peculiar name of Hodgson, and is familiarly called "Hardy." He is a most amusing, witty fellow, and not in any way like Dickens' character in Pickwick. He and I soon became very friendly, and under his study to be allowed to accompany us; and therefore, wherever we went Hardy was duly informed, and he made one of the party. Leaving Adelphi we came to a village on Spring Estate where I saw lepers and syphilitic patients galore. Austin, who appears to have a very delicate nose, could not stand the hut when the lepers are, as he said they had made him ill when he went before, but I rather billy in and sit down and had a long talk about themselves and their families with the poor wretches. Afterwards we came to Peruvian Vale where a fine large police station had been built by a Captain Dinton, a former Inspector of Police who had acted as Administrator. A police station was quite unnecessary here and the building would make an excellent cottage hospital. Leaving Peruvian Vale, we rode along a fine stretch of road, between