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of something happening seemed to bother him.  At one place the road seemed to bend sharply over the crest of a hill facing the ocean.  Looked as though you'd just take off into space, while far below to the left you could see the continuation of the road with nothing between.  It did give you an eerie feeling.  Martinique is rough and mountainous with seemingly little level land, with deep (& steep), [[?diserted]] valleys and hills and mountains of fantastic shapes.  To the north looming over is always Mt. Pelee, veiled in the clouds.  We didn't get a clear view of it except from the north after leaving the island Sunday.  Much less impressive from north so many subsidiary hills.

Before we went on the drive to St. Pierre, Mr. Cobb the consul took us up in the hill above town to see his home (that Gov't provided), beautiful spacious place, very high ceilings, a big flagstone terrace on the seaward side that commands as stirring a vista as any you've ever seen over harbor & town to the ocean & Mt. Pelee.  Second floor has a wide balcony, round half the house that overhangs in part the terrace.

St. Pierre is little changed from 19 years ago, when we were here with Hartford.  Only the restaurant near the volcano local Museum is no more and considerable