The governor--faugh, he was made for bigger and better things! He is one of the best swordsmen in the world, and he is out against me here as if I was a man of importance, and not a commonplace planter on an obscure river.

I have no social home life, and yet I live in what is called a castle.

A Jamaica castle has none of the marks of antiquity, chivalry, and distinction which castles that you and I know in the old land possess.
What is my castle like?
Well, it is a squarish building, of bungalow type, set on a hill.

It has stories and an attic, with a jutting dormer-window in the front of the roof; and above the lowest story there is a great verandah, on which the livingrooms and bedrooms open.

It is commodious, and yet from a broad standpoint it is without style or distinction.