104 St Vincent. 4 June, 1891. which and somfully [illegible] inland for a few stitches, and which is used as a race course at time. Som[one] time we came to the garden Jambu tree, which we cured without mishap, and then took up to the fine new house of the manager of the Apple Estate. The manager, a Mr Mitchell, was a genial Scotchman who made us a hearty welcome, and then produced the “churley,” of which we all solemnly partook, pledging each other the white. Mr Mitchell he, overy strong accent, and bouldy, in the society of his country-men became more Scotch towards us; very pleasant to meet him at old times. Mitchell had formerly been in R.N. Dale’s employment, and about the palace of the manager, we cut down he refused to go on with the but returned to Scotland when he became a farmer; but the present owner of the Apple Estate, having met him, induced him to come out by making him an advantageous offer. In first hunted at your ears and I found some Orbs; affecting. They had brought the disease with them from Trinidad. We continued back and got to Jumbly Cottage in time to partake of a good dinner. After dinner Mitchell and Smiddy turn up. Smiddy by the way had worn in the after- noon, a light tweed coat with a big dark patch at the 105 St Vincent. 4 June, 1891. back across the shoulder, and he turned up on the morning with the same coat. Sam told that he was this remarkable garment from one of his wife. The W.S. not getting over well together, as the latter bullied him, stuck music and snaps, both Mitchell and Smiddy singing very well. The latter always walked to the middle of the room before he began to sing; and then he strove an altitude, and his appearance in his hali- coloured clothes was undoubtedly funny. Maurice Austin played the guitar, and he sang a whistling song called “the Yeller girl”. The song ended up with a chorus at the end of which were the words “over he whistled when his wife was dead”; and Mitchell then called out “sing over Smiddy, dye her that much to two men intense amusement. 5 June, 1891. Friday. At 2 a.m. there was an earthquake which lasted about 12 seconds, the most in me arching one mile in four north to south. Heavy rain fell all night and during the morning. I posted letters down and put them into Kingston by the postman who called at the house in passing. Maurice Austin goes for the mail which comes in the evening; and as he rides into town, and the rain has cleared up, & St Vincent I decided to ride