MARCH 3. (Sunday.)
In this country it may be truly said that " it never rains but
it pours." After a drought of three months it began to rain on
Thursday morning, and has never stopped raining since, with
thunder all the day, and lightning all the night. These incessant showers
have brought out all sorts
of insects and reptiles in
crowds: the ground is covered with lizards; the air is filled
with mosquitoes, and their bite is infinitely more envenomed
than on my first arrival. A centipede was found squeezed to
death under the door of my bed-room this morning. As to the
cockroaches, they are absolutely in legions; every evening my
negro-boys are set to hunt them, and they kill them by dozens,
on the chairs and sofas, in the covers of my books, and among '
the leaves in my fruit-baskets.
