Fort-de-France

But, as soon as we heard the story, our captain told the engineer to get up full steam an' make for Fort-de-France.

The steamer reached Fort-de-France in the evening, and the boy found the town, though ill-lighted, gay.

There were not so many idle people here, to be awakened from their noon-tide slumbers, by the katydid, as in Fort de France.

Whilst we were still at Fort de France, a rather startling piece of intelligence reached us.

A beautiful statue of her stands in the square at Fort de France where our refugees are encamped.