What a noble field, kind reader, for thy experimental philosophy and
speculations, for thy learning, for thy perseverance, for thy
kindheartedness, for everything that is great and good within thee!

The accidental traveller who has journeyed on from Stabroek to the rock
Saba, and from thence to the banks of the Essequibo, in pursuit of other
things, as he told thee at the beginning, with but an indifferent
interpreter to talk to, no friend to converse with, and totally unfit for
that which he wishes thee to do, can merely mark the outlines of the path
he has trodden, or tell thee the sounds he has heard, or faintly describe
what he has seen in the environs of his resting-places; but if this be
enough to induce thee to undertake the journey, and give the world a
description of it, he will be amply satisfied.

It will be two days and a half from the time of entering the path on the
western bank of the Demerara till all be ready and the canoe fairly afloat
on the Essequibo. The new rigging it, and putting every little thing to
rights and in its proper place, cannot well be done in less than a day.

After being night and day in the forest, impervious to the sun's and moon's
rays, the sudden transition to light has a fine heart-cheering effect.
Welcome as a lost friend, the solar beam makes the frame rejoice, and with
it a thousand enlivening thoughts rush at once on the soul and disperse, as
a vapour, every sad and sorrowful idea which the deep gloom had helped to
collect there. In coming out of the woods you see the western bank of the
Essequibo before you, low and flat. Here the river is two-thirds as broad
as the Demerara at Stabroek.

To the northward there is a hill higher than any in the Demerara; and in
the south-south-west quarter a mountain. It is far away, and appears like a