After passing Porus the road leads through the mountains, and the character of the scenery changes to wild grandeur. Coffee plantations are passed, and the glossy leaves and crooked branches, twisted into fantastic shapes of the coffee trees, present a very curious appearance. As the steaming, sultry lowlands are left, the air grows cooler and thinner, and a delightful feeling of exhilaration is experienced. The body seems to be relieved of a weight. The mind is clear, and the pulses throb with a sense of new life.
In due course I reached my destination. I found Mandeville a village of some pretentions, and surrounded with cotton and sugar plantations. On the outskirts of the village, in a fairly large house, Mr. Charles Hancock lived with his partner, a gentleman whose name was Hulton, w
