ABSTRACT

This chapter presents a letter of the author certainly focusing the narrative of his two voyages to the River Sierra Leone. The author accompanied Mr. Gilbert to the Island Bananas, where he succeeded in getting some fresh stock, and after staying there two days, departed for their quarter of the globe, and he safely arrived in London long ere then. The Bananas derives its name from the fruit so called, which grows there spontaneously, as do most tropical fruits. It was a small Island, but a wonderfully productive healthful spot, throngly inhabited by clean, tidy, sociable, and obliging people. They had a town much larger and more regularly built than any other native town yet seen the inhabitants are mostly vassals to one Mr. Cleavland, a Black man, who claimed the sovereignty of the Island from hereditary right. The houses were constructed in a circular form, but the same kind of stuff with those the author formerly noticed.