Away lumbered the volante, and away we pranced after it. For the first
two miles the scenery was tame enough; but after that, the gently
swelling eminences on each side of the road rose abruptly into rugged
mountains; and the dell between them, which had hitherto been verdant
with waving guinea grass, became covered with large trees, under the
dark shade of which we lost sight of the sun, and the contrast made
every thing around us for a time almost undistinguishable. The forest
continued to overshadow the high-road for two miles further, only
broken by a small cleared patch now and then, where the sharp-spiked
limestone rocks shot up like minarets, and the fire scathed stumps of
the felled trees stood out amongst the rotten earth in the crevices,
from which, however, sprang yams and cocoas, and peas of all kinds, and
granadillos, and a profusion of herbs and roots, with the greatest
luxuriance.
At length we came suddenly upon a cleared space; a most beautiful spot
of ground, where, in the centre of a green plot of velvet grass,
intersected with numberless small walks, gravelled from a neighbouring
rivulet, stood a large one-story wooden edifice, built in the form of a
square, with a court-yard in the centre. From the moistness of the
atmosphere, the outside of the unpainted weatherboarding had a green
damp appearance, and so far as the house itself was concerned, there was
an air of great discomfort about the place. A large open balcony ran
round the whole house on the outside; and fronting us there was a clumsy
wooden porch supported on pillars, with the open door yawning behind it.
The hills on both sides were cleared, and planted with most luxuriant
coffee-bushes, and provision grounds, while the house was shaded by
several splendid star-apple and kennip-trees, and there was a border
of rich flowering shrubs surrounding it on all sides. The hand of woman
had been there!
A few half-naked negroes were lounging about, and on hearing our
approach they immediately came up and stared wildly at us.
“All fresh from the ship these,” quoth Bang.
“Can’t be,” said Transom. “Try and see.”
I spoke some of the commonest Spanish expressions to them, but they
neither understood them, nor could they answer me. But Bang was more
successful in Eboe and Mandingo, both of which he spoke fluently
accomplishments which I ought to have expected, by the by, when I
declared he was little skilled in any tongue but English.
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