They were continually drinking rum and water, and one of them was half drunk.
Our next visit was to an elevated plantation called Peter's Rock.

The path to it was, in one place, so steep, that we had to dismount and permit our horses to work their way up as they could, while we followed on foot.

We then wound along among provision grounds and coffee fields, through forests where hardly a track was to be seen, and over hedges, which the horses were obliged to leap, till we issued on the great path which leads from the plantation to Kingston.
Peter's Rock has one hundred apprentices, and is under the management, as Mr.Bourne informed us, of a very humane man.

During the two years and a half of the apprenticeship, there had been _only six complaints_.
As we approached the plantation we saw the apprentices at the side of the road, eating their breakfast.

They had been at work some distance from their houses, and could not spend time to go home.