On the second day of my visit the governor took me by carriage-road through the turns over the island.

At one point of our journey the road, in winding around spurs and ravines, formed a perfect W within the distance of a few rods.

The roads, though tortuous and steep, were fairly good, and I was struck with the amount of labor it must have cost to build them.

The air on the heights was cool and bracing.

It is said that, since hanging for trivial offenses went out of fashion, no one has died there, except from falling over the cliffs in old age, or from being crushed by stones rolling on them from the steep mountains! Witches at one time were persistent at St.Helena, as with us in America in the days of Cotton Mather.