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road, bought again a honey cake and	beer	for my last	six	cents.	At noon I
happily reached Baltimore.
I went at once to the street where I had lived before. I found the old house after hunting it some, but heard to my great sorrow that my old host was dead, and they did not know where his wife had gone. Now I thought that all my clothes had gone to the dogs, and was about to go away when a young woman, whose husband's funeral I had attended when I last was in Baltimore, came by and knew me. She told me that my host's wife still was alive and that she had my clothes. I went right up to the old woman, who was delighted to see me.
She had taken good care of my clothes - not a piece was missing. I heard moreover, that Lone had got back some weeks earlier, but that Inslew, a third man who left Baltimore with us, had	not	returned, so	we	thought	he must be
dead.
I was glad and happy as I could be to see my friends again. I waited five days for my other clothes to come with the pack-wagon. Then I hired out on the English brig "Billow" bound for Jamaica. The town had greatly changed in the little while I had been away. Washington's monument, which before was outside the	town, was now	in the middle of it. I saw here a place where people could
get	gas; and they	became crazy from it. They had	the gas in a	bottle, and he
who	took it stood	in a cage where everyone could	look at him.	When they had
enough they began	to roll their eyes and clinch	their fists.	Most of them
wanted to fight and struck on the cage with all their might. But some were very happy, and laughed, sang, and danced. I tried it myself, but it had no effect on me whatever.
When we sailed from Baltimore it was very cold, but we had a good wind, and in six days it was much warmer than we	wished it to	be.	We reached Jamaica
after sailing for twenty days. It is	a very beautiful,	Mountainous	island. In
the higher places the climate is very healthy, but in Kingstown where we landed it is very unhealthy. Before we got to the town we sailed by Port Royal, the station for the English West Indian fleet. There were twelve warships, one very
large steamship. Kingston looks like all the other West Indian towns I have seen. The houses are low, and the streets unutterably dirty.
Jamaica is	one of	the most fertile of	the	West Indian islands	- at least
it has the best	fruit;	even fine apples grow on	the Mountains. In	the	English
colonies the Negroes now are not slaves any more, wherefore they are so impudent
and proud you can hardly do any thing with them I can never believe that it is well at once to give a people their freedom who their whole lives have been slaves. On the island of San Domingo one sees proof of this. It used to supply all of	France	with sugar, but,	now	that the Negroes	are	ruling
themselves, they	have to import their sugar	from	the other islands.
The sixth of February we sailed again from Kingston after receiving our load of various things. The trade-wind was very strong with a high sea between the islands and we had to tack continually, so it took twenty-one days to clear the passage between Cuba and St. Domingo; which we had made in a day and a half coming in. We kept on tacking to get out of Crooked Island Sound, by which we came so near the little island of Mayaguana, one of the Bahamas, that we could see a ship aground there hoisting signals of distress. We stood in as close as we dared, and found it to be an English bark. It had been fortunate enough to stand on the only possible place to save the people, as here was a small piece of sandy beach, and everywhere else around the island stretched a
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