is the negro uppermost? He is on his road to preferment, but not on the top of the tree, except it be those who were hanged at Port Maria and Buff Bay. I passed through the bay (the town of Port Antonio) and took up my lodgings with an old white lady, Mrs. at Titchfield.

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CHAPTER XXXV.

TITCHFIELD takes its name from the second title of the Duke of Portland, as the parish enjoys the honour of having his first. The Duke of Manchester has given his name in a similar manner to a new parish on the other side of the island. The town of Titchfield stands on a peninsula, which divides the eastern and western harbours of Port Antonio. The barracks are situated at the extreme point, and are remarkably healthy; a battalion of the 60th regiment is always here. On the north and west sides of the peninsula is Navy Island, where there was formerly a dockyard, long since abandoned' as an unhealthy spot, according to Mr. Long. It was here that the soldiers, being employed to clear the island of its wood, actually went raving mad with the fatigue while they were at work, and

one or two died on the spot; so impossible is it for the inhabitants of the north of Europe to labour under the vertical sun of the tropics, at least in the plains or on the sea-shore; at an elevation of four or five thousand feet the ardour of the sun is not inimical nor oppressive.

The eastern harbour of Port Antonio is secure from all but north winds; but the landwind is not requisite to carry vessels out of it, the trade-wind being as fair for their quitting as for entering it. The western harbour, almost land-locked, is secure from every wind; but the land-breeze is indispensible to enable outward-bound ships to clear the east end of Navy Island, as there is no depth of water at the west. The eastern harbour is one of the most beautiful in the world, and sufficient to contain many hundred vessels. It is nearly round, having a belt of bright sand at its interior, which is lost as you approach the open sea, among piles of honeycombed rocks, that rise out of an almost fathomless abyss; over these the Atlantic billows seem to rave even in an ordinary sea-breeze, and mount into a cloud of foam and mist when it blows fresher than usual. Within, all is

PORT ANTONIO, JAMALCA, AT SUNRISE FROM THE SEA.

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