Begura. 10 June, 1891. In the afternoon Mr Rice and I go for a ride to the south side of the island. We ride along the bay first, and I could not help admiring its white sandy beach, and the fine and commodious anchorage. We then struck into the interior passing by the ruins of an old and substantial sugar factory. A good number of stones have been dug out of the walls by the people to use in constructing their small huts. Cattle power appear to have been used to grind the canes, and the mill was arranged differently to what it is in stone more modern mills. A high, wide circular wall was built up about 10 feet high, and the cattle walked round the circular pond any on this wall and turned the mill which was in the centre of the enclosure. Access to the mill was gained by means of an arched stone entry. This disposition of the mill and cattle is much more convenient than that now in vogue in many of the W.I. islands. We crossed the main ridge of the island, at an elevation of about 500 ft, and descended by ravine to the windward side. From this ridge there is a lovely view seawards; Palmarus on, the valley stretching and widening out to the shore which was fringed by the white surf. To the north