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[[preprinted]] 20 [[/preprinted]] [[margin]] Barbados [[/margin]] They are chiefly Scotch & Irish and some of them were sent to Barbados by Cromwell between 1650 & 1660. Their descendents are not very numerous, but once in a while one will find 2 or three yellow haired children playing with a bunch of negroes. Most of these people live side by side with the blacks, and contrary to the tales of the pureness of the blood there are unmistakable signs of blending of the two races. My opinion is that after the abolition of slavery the white "red legs", who had a dislike of the negro, moved away, and only the inferior ones remained. It is not at all uncommon to see a white "old crone" - who has all the earmarks of an Irish peasant in her face - loving & caring for small black children, as any fond grandma would. We saw few of these people on the main highways but up in the hills near Hillaby and near Morgan we saw quite a number. Near Hopewell Dick & I took a road leading up into the wilder country near the sea and here I saw a number of these semi white children. They all look healthy and they certainly act intelligent when questioned (another myth blasted!). While Dick was [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] 21 [[/preprinted]] looking at the Manjak Mine ^[[insertion]] (This was Thursday) [[/insertion]] I had occassion to speak to the children coming home from school. There was [[strikethrough]] oul [[/strikethrough]] one little white girl with a group of blacks and she asserted her leadership by answering all the questions I asked. The usual negro answer is "Yes Sar" but this child actually used sentences! Of course I may have luckily hit upon the genius of the community. I now go on with our second attempt to pass from Canefield, St Thomas, into St Andrews. From Canefield to Hillaby the road is good & we stopped at Farmers stream to do some collecting. The old watchman of the estate joined us, but we discovered on leaving that his intent was not in science, but in the few pennies he [[strikethrough]] g [[/strikethrough]] hoped to get from us - what a false hope! We got over into St Andrews, but as Dick said it more nearly approached "falling over". The worst part was near Mt All St where we drove up a rough steep hill and at the top discovered we had to go down an even steeper [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] hill [[/insertion]] which was strewn with loose rock & gravel. We literally slid down the first 200 yds. However we were rewarded by having done something we