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PORT OLRY AND A “SING-SING” 121

fear, and brought me large specimens, which they
had caught in a sling and then wrapped up in leaves.
While I killed and skinned a big snake, a large
crowd always surrounded me, ever ready for flight,
and later my boys chased them with the empty skin,
a performance which always ended in great laughing
and dancing.

I had been in Port Olry for three weeks, waiting
anxiously every day for the Marie-Henry, which
was to bring the luggage I had left behind at the
Segond Channel. My outfit began to be insufficient ;
what I needed most was chemicals for the preserva-
tion of my zoological specimens, which I had plenty
of time and occasion to collect here. One day the
Marie-Henry, a large schooner, arrived, but my
luggage had been forgotten. I was much disap-
pointed, as I saW no means of recovering it in
the near future. The Marie-Henry was bound for
Talamacco, in Big Bay, and took the Rev. Father
and myself along.

One of the passengers was Mr. F., a planter and
trader in Talamacco, and we soon became good
friends with him and some of the others. Mr. F.
was very kind, and promised to use all his influence
to help me find. boys. The weather was bad, and
we had to tack about all night; happily, we were
more comfortable on the big schooner than on the
little cutters. At Talamacco Mr. F. offered us his
hospitality, and as it rained continually, we were
very glad to stay in his house, spending the time
in sipping gin and winding up a hoarse gramophone.