I would like--yes, sometimes I would like to sweep to a watery grave one of the towns that are a glory to this island, as Savanna la Mar was swept to oblivion in the year 1780 by a hurricane.

You can still see the ruins of the town at the bottom of the sea--I have sailed over it in what is now the harbour, and there beneath, on the deep sands, lost to time and trouble, is the slain and tortured town of Savanna la Mar.

Was the Master of the World angry that day when, with a besom of wind and a tidal wave, He swept the place into the sea?
Or was it some devil's work while the Lord of All slept?
As the Spanish say, Quien sabe?
Then there was that other enormous incident which made a man to be swallowed by an earthquake, then belched out again into the sea and picked up and restored to life again, and to live for many years.
Indeed, yes, it is so.

His tombstone may be seen even at this day at Green Bay, Kingston.

His name was Lewis Galdy, and he is held in high repute in this land.
I feel sometimes as Beelzebub may feel, and I long to do what Beelzebub might do as part of his mission.