130 uncor. 11 June, 1891. walked on ahead, but he soon came back for rain had fallen in the morning and the place was muddy. I skirted around preventing passing along a goat track which proved for a road, and then circled to the shore and rode through swampy grass toward towards the sea with mangroves. Further out planked across a muddy flat were large clumps of mangroves. The swamps in this place must cover fully 100 acres of surface, and in dark nights they are dangerous. About months ago the Act African clergyman of the place, a curate by Mr Donora - a dark colored man, lost his life trying to enforce in these swamps. The lute is a curious one. His said that one night a green lived him on and left him to finish in the miasma. He was rescued however, after some hours his cries having attracted the notice of a person passing along the road. He had pushed up to his arm into and in less than another hour he would have disappeared. Entirely- He died soon afterwards from the results of the exposure. By this swamp we met old Mulzac going on to Clifton to see the magistrate. He insisted on Delagible letting his home, for she was careful to tell D. very impressively, that he had no knowledge whatever of the three I have riding. 131 uncor. 11 June, 1891. All along the road running up the hills slopes was a good deal of wood, but the trees were small which is due to the constant cropping of the wood by birds to Bombado when a good deal is consumed for fuel. A trade in fine wood is also done between Biscay and Barbados. Along the roads we found Ashlon white cedar very plentiful and on one I got a fine clump of an Orchid - Prasocella cucullata. Among us in the hills the long straight flowering stalks of the so-called 'aloe' - Frecerea cubensis, are very con- spicuous. The village of Ashlon is large and populous. It too is built on attenuated hill, but it has straggled to the foot of a hill and has crept little way along a cultivated valley leading across the north side of the island. She called in Mr Donora, the widow of the clergyman who had been lured to his death by the green and Mrs B. who are all in bed with grief and rheumatism as she told me received us one of the other in audience. She told me she could not understand the mystery surrounding her husband's death and she asked me to preside for her which I did. Her daughter shortly under black girls but with nice