Having arranged to meet Mrs. Underhill in about ten days at Brown's Town, Mr. Brown and myself resumed our journey eastwards. We started on the afternoon of the 3rd January. The road ran through extensive woods and pimento walks, crossing three or four rivers by fords, the White River being particularly deep. There were but few cottages or settlements on the way, and very few signs of cultivation. An abandoned estate occasionally testified that the district was once under crop; but now the road looked unfrequented, and the land was choked with bush. Here and there the hills surmounted the dense vegetation, and opened glimpses of the sea, the waves of which, though unseen, were frequently heard dashing on the rocks below during our drive. As the sun's light faded away, we crossed the Oracabessa river, and mounted the hill amid the dark shadows of forest trees. Unhorsing the carriage, we left it at a small spirit store, and rode to Barriffe Hall, along a mountain path, amid pimento trees illumined with the moon's bright beams. Higher and higher we rose, till the summit of the mountain was reached, upon which stands an old Spanish bungalow, the residence of the Rev. D. Day, the minister of Oracabessa and Port Maria stations.

The next morning presented us with a magnificent view of the sea; and during a few hours of great clearness in the atmosphere, we caught a glimpse of the mountains of Cuba.