But the market is the place, where the chattering is the loudest and longest; it is a complete Babel—a scene of confusion almost unimaginable. Black, brown, and yellow—indeed, almost every tint which “sober autumn” wears—may be met with in the crowds of men and women, boys and girls, who frequent the busy spot. The women scream—men shout—the boys and girls, clad _à la nature_, laugh— the little pic’nees, (as the negroes call their babies,) clinging round their mothers’ hips, squall. In this warm country, where meat is obliged to be dressed soon after it is killed, most of the stock is brought to market alive; so to this tumult of human voices is added the cry of goats, squeaking of pigs, cackling of poultry, &c. To increase the noise, the venders call out the different articles they have for sale:—“Want any corn _poon?_” (_Ang._, pudding)—“Want any green corn _duckana, ladies?_” (a similar production)—“Want any _yam_ and _pitaters?_” (potatoes)— “Here’s your peas and pork!” Another party cries—“Bargain, ladies! Bargain here!”—“Here’s your ’trong cloth! Here’s your nice handkerchief! tie your head smart as eber! Here aw you see de last an de bery best, aw you cum buy um—only a bit and a half,” (about 6d. sterling.) One cries out—“Pine tarts and pickled peppers!” while another vociferates—“Nice fat chickens, ladies, and castor oil!” rather heterogeneous articles, it must be allowed. Evening brings no silence with it; for then the _cries_ increase. “Candles here, ladies! Candles here! hard, like stones—burn like wax, (in plain English, _soft as butter_,) two for a half-a-bit!” (2¼d. sterling.) “Here your nice crackers! (small American biscuits,) seven for a dog! Here your fine coffee! Cigars here! Cigars here! only cum see, make you buy! Here your nice cakes!— Fish! fish!! fish!!! just come out of the sea, ladies! ladies! make haste, an buy dem!”—“Sugar-cakes here! Bread here! Salt fish here! Cum an look, only cum an see!”—“Goat-meat here, ladies! Sheep-meat! Vine here! (the vine of the sweet potato, used for fattening stock.)” “Want any grass? Want any wood? Want any pies? Sweet _oranger_ here! Ripe pear, really nice!” besides a thousand other announcements, fill the air, and deafen the hearers. Talk of _London cries!_ oh! they are mere _whispers_ to the _West Indian ones!_ The “dustman’s bell,” or the “watchman’s rattle,” would, I verily believe, pass unnoticed amid their stormy tongues.