The 'provision grounds' of the Negroes were very interesting.

I had longed to behold, alive and growing, fruits and plants which I had heard so often named, and seen so often figured, that I had expected to recognise many of them at first sight; and found, in nine cases out of ten, that I could not.

Again, I had longed to gather some hints as to the possibility of carrying out in the West Indian islands that system of 'Petite Culture'-- of small spade farming-- which I have long regarded, with Mr.John Stuart Mill and others, as not only the ideal form of agriculture, but perhaps the basis of any ideal rustic civilisation.

And what scanty and imperfect facts I could collect I set down here.
It was a pleasant sensation to have, day after day, old names translated for me into new facts.

Pleasant, at least to me: not so pleasant, I fear, to my kind companions, whose courtesy I taxed to the uttermost by stopping to look over every fence, and ask, 'What is that?
And that ?' Let the reader who has a taste for the beautiful as well as the useful in horticulture, do the same, and look in fancy over the hedge of the nearest provision ground.
There are orange-trees laden with fruit: who knows not them?
and that awkward-boughed tree, with huge green fruit, and deeply-cut leaves a foot or more across--leaves so grand that, as one of our party often suggested, their form ought to be introduced into architectural ornamentation, and to take the place of the Greek acanthus, which they surpass in beauty--that is, of course, a Bread- fruit tree.
That round-headed tree, with dark rich Portugal laurel foliage, arranged in stars at the end of each twig, is the Mango, always a beautiful object, whether in orchard or in open park.