Having prayed with the company, and commended them to the grace of God, and the salvation of Jesus Christ, we shook hands with them individually, and separated from them, never more to see them, until we meet at the bar of God.
While one of us was prosecuting the foregoing inquiries in St.Thomas in the East, the other was performing a horse-back tour among the mountains of St.Andrews and Port Royal.

We had been invited by Stephen Bourne, Esq., special magistrate for one of the rural districts in those parishes, to spend a week in his family, and accompany him in his official visits to the plantations embraced in his commission--an invitation we were very glad to accept, as it laid open to us at the same time three important sources of information,--the magistrate, the planter, and the apprentice.
The sun was just rising as we left Kingston, and entered the high road.
The air, which the day before had been painfully hot and stived, was cool and fresh, and from flowers and spice-trees, on which the dew still lay, went forth a thousand fragrant exhalations.

Our course for about six miles, lay over the broad, low plain, which spreads around Kingston, westward to the highlands of St.Andrews, and southward beyond Spanishtown.

All along the road, and in various directions in the distance, were seen the residences--uncouthly termed 'pens'-- of merchants and gentlemen of wealth, whose business frequently calls them to town.

Unlike Barbadoes, the fields here were protected by walls and hedges, with broad gateways and avenues leading to the house.