The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-12-02

Henderson and it's celebrated mineral spring, Fort Augusta, the apostles Bat tery and the Lazaretto, or quarantine station, are in the immediate vicinity.
 The last named institution lies on a tall cliff at the mouth of Kingston har- Dor, surrounded by twelve acres of pleasure grounds. Its facilities for fishing and a-bathng, tennis, cricket and other amusements are said to rem der life in quarantine thing to be de- sired; and we are quite willing to take anybody's word for it without experi- mental knowledge.
 Then the road climbs slowly up to grazing lands, which are well stocked with fat English cattle and studded with clumps of splendid cedars, like the far-famed ''cedars of Lebanon" Span ish Town, the ancient capital. is passed; i; but little of it can be seen from the car windows except the roofs of the desert- ed state buildings Ascending higher, the scenery becomes more and more broken. Raging torrents are crossed by picturesque bridges. Masses of hills appear to be piled up and scattered carelessly in every direction, as if Thor's children had been making block houses with them. Some of the hills are steep and rugged, others with gent ly sloping sides and rounded summits; and all are clothed with dense vegeta- tion from base to crown, their sides rent with innumerable ravines, down which streams play leap-frog over messy boulders. Then the forest is reached, where the squatters are burning out Io., 1, 1al, These garden-farms of the highland blacks have become distinct and not always pleasant feature of Jamaica. A negro secures from the government an acre or two of uncleared forest, at an almost nominal quit-rent. His first move is to set it on fire, thereby vast 1 ing the timber on a dozen acres while | clearing one. Among the ashes he plants his yams and melons. and per 1 haps a little corn, growing the same crops over and over until the soil is ex- hausted; when he secures another acre which he treats with the same sinful wastefulness, leaving the first to go back to scrub.
 Finally Porus is reached, an odd old town, whose name reminds you of plas- | ters. How it came by such a cognomen I do not know, unless it be relic of Spanish occupancy. If so, it is about the only title which has survived the English ownership of the island. Co., lumbus had a companion, you know whose name was Porus. The Spaniards called nearly everything after their be- loved saints-towns, rivers, churches streets and rum-shops; and Cromwelrs S TO,,,,i them all in favor of the names of sin ners like King George To-day the Englishmen revel in such unsenticental nomenclature as Hogs Back, Bog Walk, Snake Dam, etc. Porus is a thousand feet above the sea in a hollow where three valleys meet. The railway has brought some business to the ham | let and you see cabs, mule-carts and wagons waiting at it's depot and catch glimpses of threets and shops and com. fortable looking houses, surrounded by wide outer fringe of cane shanties
 but so far as faces are concerned, all ir sight are of African blackness-not g white or light-colored one among them
 Vaudeville is only ten miles farther on. and the road ascends all the way The town was named after some Duke of Manchester, who governed Jamaica z hundred years ago; and barring the prevailing complexion of it's inhabi tants, is as intensely English as any vii. lage in the heart of the mother coun. try. Boys are playing cricket on the green; there is a school which might sit for a picture of Dotheboy's Hall, ant an ivy-covered church, with gray | la, tn IL
 graves at the back of it. The modest