I believe it is in 56 degrees E.and 22 degrees S.
-- a hot tropical country.

The green plain has an inviting look; has scattering dwellings nestling among the greenery.

Scene of the sentimental adventure of Paul and Virginia.
Island under French control--which means a community which depends upon quarantines, not sanitation, for its health.
Thursday, April 16.

Went ashore in the forenoon at Port Louis, a little town, but with the largest variety of nationalities and complexions we have encountered yet.

French, English, Chinese, Arabs, Africans with wool, blacks with straight hair, East Indians, half-whites, quadroons -- and great varieties in costumes and colors.
Took the train for Curepipe at 1.30--two hours' run, gradually uphill.
What a contrast, this frantic luxuriance of vegetation, with the arid plains of India; these architecturally picturesque crags and knobs and miniature mountains, with the monotony of the Indian dead-levels.
A native pointed out a handsome swarthy man of grave and dignified bearing, and said in an awed tone, "That is so-and-so; has held office of one sort or another under this government for 37 years--he is known all over this whole island and in the other countries of the world perhaps -- who knows?
One thing is certain; you can speak his name anywhere in this whole island, and you will find not one grown person that has not heard it.