Having completed our inquiries in the parish of Trelawny, Mrs. Underhill and I set out for Montego Bay, in St. James's parish: Mr. Brown remained over the Sabbath, in order to preach at Hastings. With a boy on horseback as our guide, we started early from Bunker's Hill, having to drive some twenty-two miles to Montego Bay. The early part of the road was among the hills; but we soon came into an open country, well planted, and under cultivation. In one place the road conducted us along a beautiful avenue, formed by clumps of bamboos, the feathery foliage of which, while affording a perfect protection from the sun, by its lightness of colour and graceful forms, did not give that aspect of gloom that groves of timber trees produce.

About eight miles from Montego Bay, at a hamlet named Sudbury, we came to a well-built school-house, occupied by a school supported by the Rev. Walter Dendy, of Salters' Hill. Being Saturday, master, scholars, and villagers, were all gone to market, so that we had some difficulty in obtaining food and shelter for our horses. A shrewd and chatty friend presented himself in a small storekeeper, whose shop, or store, was on the roadside. He was formerly a ranger on an estate close by. His statements were very characteristic of the course which things have taken in Jamaica.