ONE thing concerning the Isle of Pines, I had almost quite forgot, we
had with us an Irish man named Dermot Conelly who had formerly been
in England, and had learned there to play on the Bag-pipes, which he
carried to Sea with him; yet so un-Englished he was, that he had quite
forgotten your Language, but still retained his Art of Bagpipe-playing,
in which he took extraordinary delight; being one day on Land in the
Isle of Pines, he played on them, but to see the admiration of those
naked people concerning them, would have striken you into admiration;
long time it was before we could perswade them that it was not a living
creature, although they were permitted to touch and feel it, and yet are
the people very intelligible, retaining a great part of the Ingenuity
and Gallantry of the English Nation, though they have not that happy
means to express themselves; in this respect we may account them
fortunate, in that possessing little, they enjoy all things, as being
contented with what they have, wanting those alurements to mischief,
which our European Countries are enriched with. I shall not dilate any
further, no question but time will make this Island known better to the
world; all that I shall ever say of it is, that it is a place enriched
with Natures abundance, deficient in nothing conducible to the
sustentation of mans life, which were it Manured by Agriculture and
Gardening, as other of our European Countries are, no question but it
would equal, if not exceed many which now pass for praiseworthy.