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SCENES IN GRENADA.
Owing to the many delays on my route across the mountains, it was twilight when I reached an ordinary looking house, situated on an elevated piece of land surrounded on every side by fields of sugar cane.
The lands in the vicinity appeared low, and there were indications of swamps at no great distance.

About a mile off, in a northerly direction, was the broad ocean.

A mule, saddled and bridled, stood at the door.
My guide told me, with an air of triumph, that this was the Upper Pearl estate.
As I alighted from my mule, a tall man, with a sad countenance, thin and pallid cheeks, and a tottering frame, came out of the house leaning upon the arm of another person.

This sickly-looking gentleman, who proved to be the manager, welcomed me to the plantation, and expressed satisfaction at my arrival.