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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + + + + +Title: At Last + +Author: Charles Kingsley + +Release Date: January 10, 2004 [eBook #10669] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: US-ASCII + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT LAST*** +</pre> +<p><a name="startoftext"></a></p> +<p>Transcribed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk</p> +<h1>AT LAST: A CHRISTMAS IN THE WEST INDIES</h1> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<h2>TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE HON. SIR ARTHUR GORDON, GOVERNOR OF MAURITIUS</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<p>My Dear Sir Arthur Gordon,</p> +<p>To whom should I dedicate this book, but to you, to whom I owe my +visit to the West Indies? I regret that I could not consult you +about certain matters in Chapters XIV and XV; but you are away again +over sea; and I can only send the book after you, such as it is, with +the expression of my hearty belief that you will be to the people of +Mauritius what you have been to the people of Trinidad.</p> +<p>I could say much more. But it is wisest often to be most silent +on the very points on which one longs most to speak.</p> +<p>Ever yours,</p> +<p>C. KINGSLEY.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER I: OUTWARD BOUND</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>At last we, too, were crossing the Atlantic. At last the dream +of forty years, please God, would be fulfilled, and I should see (and +happily, not alone) the West Indies and the Spanish Main. From +childhood I had studied their Natural History, their charts, their Romances, +and alas! their Tragedies; and now, at last, I was about to compare +books with facts, and judge for myself of the reported wonders of the +Earthly Paradise. We could scarce believe the evidence of our +own senses when they told us that we were surely on board a West Indian +steamer, and could by no possibility get off it again, save into the +ocean, or on the farther side of the ocean; and it was not till the +morning of the second day, the 3d of December, that we began to be thoroughly +aware that we were on the old route of Westward-Ho, and far out in the +high seas, while the Old World lay behind us like a dream.</p> +<p>Like dreams seemed now the last farewells over the taffrel, beneath +the chill low December sun; and the shining calm of Southampton water, +and the pleasant and well-beloved old shores and woods and houses sliding +by; and the fisher-boats at anchor off Calshot, their brown and olive +sails reflected in the dun water, with dun clouds overhead tipt with +dull red from off the setting sun—a study for Vandevelde or Backhuysen +in the tenderest moods. Like a dream seemed the twin lights of +Hurst Castle and the Needles, glaring out of the gloom behind us, as +if old England were watching us to the last with careful eyes, and bidding +us good speed upon our way. Then had come—still like a dream—a +day of pouring rain, of lounging on the main-deck, watching the engines, +and watching, too (for it was calm at night), the water from the sponson +behind the paddle-boxes; as the live flame-beads leaped and ran amid +the swirling snow, while some fifteen feet beyond the untouched oily +black of the deep sea spread away into the endless dark.</p> +<p>It took a couple of days to arrange our little cabin Penates; to +discover who was on board; and a couple of days, too, to become aware, +in spite of sudden starts of anxiety, that there was no post, and could +be none; that one could not be wanted, or, if one was wanted, found +and caught; and it was not till the fourth morning that the glorious +sense of freedom dawned on the mind, as through the cabin port the sunrise +shone in, yellow and wild through flying showers, and great north-eastern +waves raced past us, their heads torn off in spray, their broad backs +laced with ripples, and each, as it passed, gave us a friendly onward +lift away into the ‘roaring forties,’ as the sailors call +the stormy seas between 50 and 40 degrees of latitude.</p> +<p>These ‘roaring forties’ seem all strangely devoid of +animal life—at least in a December north-east gale; not a whale +did we see—only a pair of porpoises; not a sea-bird, save a lonely +little kittiwake or two, who swung round our stern in quest of food: +but the seeming want of life was only owing to our want of eyes; each +night the wake teemed more bright with flame-atomies. One kind +were little brilliant sparks, hurled helpless to and fro on the surface, +probably Noctilucæ; the others (what they may be we could not +guess at first) showed patches of soft diffused light, paler than the +sparks, yet of the same yellow-white hue, which floated quietly past, +seeming a foot or two below the foam. And at the bottom, far beneath, +deeper under our feet than the summit of the Peak of Teneriffe was above +our heads—for we were now in more than two thousand fathoms water—what +exquisite forms might there not be? myriads on myriads, generations +on generations, people the eternal darkness, seen only by Him to whom +the darkness is as light as day: and to be seen hereafter, a few of +them—but how few—when future men of science shall do for +this mid-Atlantic sea-floor what Dr. Carpenter and Dr. Wyville Thomson +have done for the North Atlantic, and open one more page of that book +which has, to us creatures of a day, though not to Him who wrote it +as the Time-pattern of His timeless mind, neither beginning nor end.</p> +<p>So, for want of animal life to study, we were driven to study the +human life around us, pent up there in our little iron world. +But to talk too much of fellow-passengers is (though usual enough just +now) neither altogether fair nor kind. We see in travel but the +outside of people, and as we know nothing of their inner history, and +little, usually, of their antecedents, the pictures which we might sketch +of them would be probably as untruthfully as rashly drawn. Crushed +together, too, perforce, against each other, people are apt on board +ship to make little hasty confidences, to show unawares little weaknesses, +which should be forgotten all round the moment they step on shore and +return to something like a normal state of society. The wisest +and most humane rule for a traveller toward his companion is to</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Be to their faults a little blind;<br />Be to their virtues +very kind;’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>and to consider all that is said and done on board, like what passes +among the members of the same club, as on the whole private and confidential. +So let it suffice that there were on board the good steamship <i>Shannon</i>, +as was to be expected, plenty of kind, courteous, generous, intelligent +people; officials, travellers—one, happy man! away to discover +new birds on the yet unexplored Rio Magdalena, in New Grenada; planters, +merchants, what not, all ready, when once at St. Thomas’s, to +spread themselves over the islands, and the Spanish Main, and the Isthmus +of Panama, and after that, some of them, down the Pacific shore to Callao +and Valparaiso. The very names of their different destinations, +and the imagination of the wonders they would see (though we were going +to a spot as full of wonders as any), raised something like envy in +our breasts, all the more because most of them persisted in tantalising +us, in the hospitable fashion of all West Indians, by fruitless invitations +to islands and ports, which to have seen were ‘a joy for ever.’</p> +<p>But almost the most interesting group of all was one of Cornish miners, +from the well-known old Redruth and Camborne county, and the old sacred +hill of Carn-brea, who were going to seek their fortunes awhile in silver +mines among the Andes, leaving wives and children at home, and hoping, +‘if it please God, to do some good out there,’ and send +their earnings home. Stout, bearded, high-cheek-boned men they +were, dressed in the thick coats and rough caps, and, of course, in +the indispensable black cloth trousers, which make a miner’s full +dress; and their faces lighted up at the old pass-word of ‘Down-Along’; +for whosoever knows Down-Along, and the speech thereof, is at once a +friend and a brother. We had many a pleasant talk with them ere +we parted at St. Thomas’s.</p> +<p>And on to St. Thomas’s we were hurrying; and, thanks to the +north-east wind, as straight as a bee-line. On the third day we +ran two hundred and fifty-four miles; on the fourth two hundred and +sixty; and on the next day, at noon, where should we be? Nearing +the Azores; and by midnight, running past them, and away on the track +of Columbus, towards the Sargasso Sea.</p> +<p>We stayed up late on the night of December 7, in hopes of seeing, +as we passed Terceira, even the loom of the land: but the moon was down; +and a glimpse of the ‘Pico’ at dawn next morning was our +only chance of seeing, at least for this voyage, those wondrous Isles +of the Blest—Isles of the Blest of old; and why not still? +They too are said to be earthly paradises in soil, climate, productions; +and yet no English care to settle there, nor even to go thither for +health, though the voyage from Lisbon is but a short one, and our own +mail steamers, were it made worth their while, could as easily touch +at Terceira now as they did a few years since.</p> +<p>And as we looked out into the darkness, we could not but recollect, +with a flush of pride, that yonder on the starboard beam lay Flores, +and the scene of that great fight off the Azores, on August 30, 1591, +made ever memorable by the pen of Walter Raleigh—and of late by +Mr. Froude; in which the <i>Revenge</i>, with Sir Richard Grenville +for her captain, endured for twelve hours, before she struck, the attack +of eight great Spanish armadas, of which two (three times her own burden) +sank at her side; and after all her masts were gone, and she had been +three times boarded without success, defied to the last the whole fleet +of fifty-one sail, which lay around her, waiting, ‘like dogs around +the dying forest-king,’ for the Englishman to strike or sink. +Yonder away it was, that, wounded again and again, and shot through +body and through head, Sir Richard Grenville was taken on board the +Spanish Admiral’s ship to die; and gave up his gallant ghost with +those once-famous words: ‘Here die I, Richard Grenville, with +a joyful and quiet mind; for that I have ended my life as a true soldier +ought, fighting for his country, queen, religion, and honour; my soul +willingly departing from this body, leaving behind the lasting fame +of having behaved as every valiant soldier is in his duty bound to do.’</p> +<p>Yes; we were on the track of the old sea-heroes; of Drake and Hawkins, +Carlile and Cavendish, Cumberland and Raleigh, Preston and Sommers, +Frobisher and Duddeley, Keymis and Whiddon, which last, in that same +Flores fight, stood by Sir Richard Grenville all alone, and, in ‘a +small ship called the <i>Pilgrim</i>, hovered all night to see the successe: +but in the morning, bearing with the <i>Revenge</i>, was hunted like +a hare amongst many ravenous houndes, but escaped’ <a name="citation4"></a><a href="#footnote4">{4}</a>—to +learn, in after years, in company with hapless Keymis, only too much +about that Trinidad and Gulf of Paria whither we were bound.</p> +<p>Yes. There were heroes in England in those days. Are +we, their descendants, degenerate from them? I, for one, believe +not But they were taught—what we take pride in refusing to be +taught—namely, to obey.</p> +<p>The morning dawned: but Pico, some fifty miles away, was taking his +morning bath among the clouds, and gave no glimpse of his eleven thousand +feet crater cone, now capped, they said, with winter snow. Yet +neither last night’s outlook nor that morning’s was without +result. For as the steamer stopped last night to pack her engines, +and slipped along under sail at some three knots an hour, we made out +clearly that the larger diffused patches of phosphorescence were Medusæ, +slowly opening and shutting, and rolling over and over now and then, +giving out their light, as they rolled, seemingly from the thin limb +alone, and not from the crown of their bell. And as we watched, +a fellow-passenger told how, between Ceylon and Singapore, he had once +witnessed that most rare and unexplained phenomenon of a ‘milky +sea,’ of which Dr. Collingwood writes (without, if I remember +right, having seen it himself) in his charming book, <i>A Naturalist’s +Rambles in the China Seas</i>. Our friend described the appearance +as that of a sea of shining snow rather than of milk, heaving gently +beneath a starlit but moonless sky. A bucket of water, when taken +up, was filled with the same half-luminous whiteness, which stuck to +its sides when the water was drained off. The captain of the Indiaman +was well enough aware of the rarity of the sight to call all the passengers +on deck to see what they would never see again; and on asking our captain, +he assured us that he had not only never seen, but never heard of the +appearance in the West Indies. One curious fact, then, was verified +that night.</p> +<p>The next morning gave us unmistakable tokens that we were nearing +the home of the summer and the sun. A north-east wind, which would +in England keep the air at least at freezing in the shade, gave here +a temperature just over 60°; and gave clouds, too, which made us +fancy for a moment that we were looking at an April thunder sky, soft, +fantastic, barred, and feathered, bright white where they ballooned +out above into cumuli, rich purple in their massive shadows, and dropping +from their under edges long sheets of inky rain. Thanks to the +brave North-Easter, we had gained in five days thirty degrees of heat, +and had slipped out of December into May. The North-Easter, too, +was transforming itself more and more into the likeness of a south-west +wind; say, rather, renewing its own youth, and becoming once more what +it was when it started on its long journey from the Tropics towards +the Pole. As it rushes back across the ocean, thrilled and expanded +by the heat, it opens its dry and thirsty lips to suck in the damp from +below, till, saturated once more with steam, it will reach the tropic +as a gray rain-laden sky of North-East Trade.</p> +<p>So we slipped on, day after day, in a delicious repose which yet +was not monotonous. Those, indeed, who complain of the monotony +of a voyage must have either very few resources in their own minds, +or much worse company than we had on board the <i>Shannon</i>. +Here, every hour brought, or might bring, to those who wished, not merely +agreeable conversation about the Old World behind us, but fresh valuable +information about the New World before us. One morning, for instance, +I stumbled on a merchant returning to Surinam, who had fifty things +to tell of his own special business—of the woods, the drugs, the +barks, the vegetable oils, which he was going back to procure—a +whole new world of yet unknown wealth and use. Most cheering, +too, and somewhat unexpected, were the facts we heard of the improving +state of our West India Colonies, in which the tide of fortune seems +to have turned at last, and the gallant race of planters and merchants, +in spite of obstacle on obstacle, some of them unjust and undeserved, +are winning their way back (in their own opinion) to a prosperity more +sound and lasting than that which collapsed so suddenly at the end of +the great French war. All spoke of the emancipation of the slaves +in Cuba (an event certain to come to pass ere long) as the only condition +which they required to put them on an equal footing with any producers +whatsoever in the New World.</p> +<p>However pleasant, though, the conversation might be, the smallest +change in external circumstances, the least break in the perpetual—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Quocumque adspicias, nil est nisi pontus et aer,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>even a passing bird, if one would pass, which none would do save +once or twice a stately tropic-bird, wheeling round aloft like an eagle, +was hailed as an event in the day; and, on the 9th of December, the +appearance of the first fragments of gulf-weed caused quite a little +excitement, and set an enthusiastic pair of naturalists—a midland +hunting squire, and a travelled scientific doctor who had been twelve +years in the Eastern Archipelago—fishing eagerly over the bows, +with an extemporised grapple of wire, for gulf-weed, a specimen of which +they did not catch. However, more and more still would come in +a day or two, perhaps whole acres, even whole leagues, and then (so +we hoped, but hoped in vain) we should have our feast of zoophytes, +crustacea, and what not.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, it must be remembered that this gulf-weed has not, as +some of the uninitiated fancy from its name, anything to do with the +Gulf Stream, along the southern edge of which we were steaming. +Thrust away to the south by that great ocean-river, it lies in a vast +eddy, or central pool of the Atlantic, between the Gulf Stream and the +equatorial current, unmoved save by surface-drifts of wind, as floating +weeds collect and range slowly round and round in the still corners +of a tumbling-bay or salmon pool. One glance at a bit of the weed, +as it floats past, showed that it is like no Fucus of our shores, or +anything we ever saw before. The difference of look is undefinable +in words, but clear enough. One sees in a moment that the Sargassos, +of which there are several species on Tropical shores, are a genus of +themselves and by themselves; and a certain awe may, if the beholder +be at once scientific and poetical, come over him at the first sight +of this famous and unique variety thereof, which has lost ages since +the habit of growing on rock or sea-bottom, but propagates itself for +ever floating; and feeds among its branches a whole family of fish, +crabs, cuttlefish, zoophytes, mollusks, which, like the plant which +shelters them, are found nowhere else in the world. And that awe, +springing from ‘the scientific use of the imagination,’ +would be increased if he recollected the theory—not altogether +impossible—that this sargasso (and possibly some of the animals +which cling to it) marks the site of an Atlantic continent, sunk long +ages since; and that, transformed by the necessities of life from a +rooting to a floating plant,</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Still it remembers its august abodes,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>and wanders round and round as if in search of the rocks where it +once grew. We looked eagerly day by day for more and more gulf-weed, +hoping that</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Slimy things would crawl with legs<br /> Upon +that slimy sea,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>and thought of the memorable day when Columbus’s ship first +plunged her bows into the tangled ‘ocean meadow,’ and the +sailors, naturally enough, were ready to mutiny, fearing hidden shoals, +ignorant that they had four miles of blue water beneath their keel, +and half recollecting old Greek and Phœnician legends of a weedy +sea off the coast of Africa, where the vegetation stopped the ships +and kept them entangled till all on board were starved.</p> +<p>Day after day we passed more and more of it, often in long processions, +ranged in the direction of the wind; while, a few feet below the surface, +here and there floated large fronds of a lettuce-like weed, seemingly +an ulva, the bright green of which, as well as the rich orange hue of +the sargasso, brought out by contrast the intense blue of the water.</p> +<p>Very remarkable, meanwhile, and unexpected, was the opacity and seeming +solidity of the ocean when looked down on from the bows. Whether +sapphire under the sunlight, or all but black under the clouds, or laced +and streaked with beads of foam, rising out of the nether darkness, +it looks as if it could resist the hand; as if one might almost walk +on it; so unlike any liquid, as seen near shore or inland, is this leaping, +heaving plain, reminding one, by its innumerable conchoidal curves, +not of water, not even of ice, but rather of obsidian.</p> +<p>After all we got little of the sargasso. Only in a sailing +ship, and in calms or light breezes, can its treasures be explored. +Twelve knots an hour is a pace sufficient to tear off the weed, as it +is hauled alongside, all living things which are not rooted to it. +We got, therefore, no Crustacea; neither did we get a single specimen +of the Calamaries, <a name="citation8"></a><a href="#footnote8">{8}</a> +which may be described as cuttlefish carrying hooks on their arms as +well as suckers, the lingering descendants of a most ancient form, which +existed at least as far back as the era of the shallow oolitic seas, +x or y thousand years ago. A tiny curled Spirorbis, a Lepraria, +with its thousandfold cells, and a tiny polype belonging to the Campanularias, +with a creeping stem, which sends up here and there a yellow-stalked +bell, were all the parasites we saw. But the sargasso itself is +a curious instance of the fashion in which one form so often mimics +another of a quite different family. When fresh out of the water +it resembles not a sea-weed so much as a sprig of some willow-leaved +shrub, burdened with yellow berries, large and small; for every broken +bit of it seems growing, and throwing out ever new berries and leaves—or +what, for want of a better word, must be called leaves in a sea-weed. +For it must be remembered that the frond of a sea-weed is not merely +leaf, but root also; that it not only breathes air, but feeds on water; +and that even the so-called root by which a sea-weed holds to the rock +is really only an anchor, holding mechanically to the stone, but not +deriving, as the root of a land-plant would, any nourishment from it. +Therefore it is, that to grow while uprooted and floating, though impossible +to most land plants, is easy enough to many sea-weeds, and especially +to the sargasso.</p> +<p>The flying-fish now began to be a source of continual amusement as +they scuttled away from under the bows of the ship, mistaking her, probably, +for some huge devouring whale. So strange are they when first +seen, though long read of and long looked for, that it is difficult +to recollect that they are actually fish. The first little one +was mistaken for a dragon-fly, the first big one for a gray plover. +The flight is almost exactly like that of a quail or partridge—flight, +I must say; for, in spite of all that has been learnedly written to +the contrary, it was too difficult as yet for the English sportsmen +on board to believe that their motion was not a true flight, aided by +the vibration of the wings, and not a mere impulse given (as in the +leap of the salmon) by a rush under water. That they can change +their course at will is plain to one who looks down on them from the +lofty deck, and still more from the paddle-box. The length of +the flight seems too great to be attributed to a few strokes of the +tail; while the plain fact that they renew their flight after touching, +and only touching, the surface, would seem to show that it was not due +only to the original impetus, for that would be retarded, instead of +being quickened, every time they touched. Such were our first +impressions: and they were confirmed by what we saw on the voyage home.</p> +<p>The nights as yet, we will not say disappointed us,—for to +see new stars, like Canopus and Fomalhaut, shining in the far south, +even to see Sirius, in his ever-changing blaze of red and blue, riding +high in a December heaven, is interesting enough; but the brilliance +of the stars is not, at least at this season, equal to that of a frosty +sky in England. Nevertheless, to make up for the deficiency, the +clouds were glorious; so glorious, that I longed again and again, as +I did afterwards in the West Indies, that Mr. Ruskin were by my side, +to see and to describe, as none but he can do. The evening skies +are fit weeds for widowed Eos weeping over the dying Sun; thin, formless, +rent—in carelessness, not in rage; and of all the hues of early +autumn leaves, purple and brown, with green and primrose lakes of air +between: but all hues weakened, mingled, chastened into loneliness, +tenderness, regretfulness, through which still shines, in endless vistas +of clear western light, the hope of the returning day. More and +more faint, the pageant fades below towards the white haze of the horizon, +where, in sharpest contrast, leaps and welters against it the black +jagged sea; and richer and richer it glows upwards, till it cuts the +azure overhead: until, only too soon—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘The sun’s rim dips, the stars rush out,<br /> At +one stride comes the dark,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>to be succeeded, after the long balmy night, by a sunrise which repeats +the colours of the sunset, but this time gaudy, dazzling, triumphant, +as befits the season of faith and hope. Such imagery, it may be +said, is hackneyed now, and trite even to impertinence. It might +be so at home; but here, in presence of the magnificent pageant of tropic +sunlight, it is natural, almost inevitable; and the old myth of the +daily birth and death of Helios, and the bridal joys and widowed tears +of Eos, re-invents itself in the human mind, as soon as it asserts its +power—it may be, its sacred right—to translate nature into +the language of the feelings.</p> +<p>And, meanwhile, may we not ask—have we not a right—founded +on that common sense of the heart which often is the deepest reason—to +ask, If we, gross and purblind mortals, can perceive and sympathise +with so much beauty in the universe, then how much must not He perceive, +with how much must not He sympathise, for whose pleasure all things +are, and were created? Who that believes (and rightly) the sense +of beauty to be among the noblest faculties of man, will deny that faculty +to God, who conceived man and all besides?</p> +<p>Wednesday, the 15th, was a really tropic day; blazing heat in the +forenoon, with the thermometer at 82° in the shade, and in the afternoon +stifling clouds from the south-west, where a dark band of rain showed, +according to the planters’ dictum, showers over the islands, which +we were nearing fast. At noon we were only two hundred and ten +miles from Sombrero, ‘the Spanish Hat,’ a lonely island, +which is here the first outlier of the New World. We ought to +have passed it by sunrise on the 16th, and by the afternoon reached +St. Thomas’s, where our pleasant party would burst like a shell +in all directions, and scatter its fragments about all coasts and isles—from +Demerara to Panama, from Mexico to the Bahamas. So that day was +to the crew a day of hard hot work—of lifting and sorting goods +on the main-deck, in readiness for the arrival at St. Thomas’s, +and of moving forwards two huge empty boilers which had graced our spar-deck, +filled with barrels of onions and potatoes, all the way from Southampton. +But in the soft hot evening hours, time was found for the usual dance +on the quarter-deck, with the band under the awning, and lamps throwing +fantastic shadows, and waltzing couples, and the crew clustering aft +to see, while we old folks looked on, with our ‘Ludite dum lubet, +pueri,’ till the captain bade the sergeant-at-arms leave the lights +burning for an extra half hour; and ‘Sir Roger de Coverley’ +was danced out, to the great amusement of the foreigners, at actually +half-past eleven. After which unexampled dissipation, all went +off to rest, promising to themselves and their partners that they would +get up at sunrise to sight Sombrero.</p> +<p>But, as it befell, morning’s waking brought only darkness, +the heavy pattering of a tropic shower, and the absence of the everlasting +roll of the paddle-wheels. We were crawling slowly along, in thick +haze and heavy rain, having passed Sombrero unseen; and were away in +a gray shoreless world of waters, looking out for Virgin Gorda; the +first of those numberless isles which Columbus, so goes the tale, discovered +on St. Ursula’s day, and named them after the Saint and her eleven +thousand mythical virgins. Unfortunately, English buccaneers have +since then given to most of them less poetic names. The Dutchman’s +Cap, Broken Jerusalem, The Dead Man’s Chest, Rum Island, and so +forth, mark a time and a race more prosaic, but still more terrible, +though not one whit more wicked and brutal, than the Spanish Conquistadores, +whose descendants, in the seventeenth century, they smote hip and thigh +with great destruction.</p> +<p>The farthest of these Virgin Islands is St. Thomas’s. +And there ended the first and longer part of a voyage unmarred by the +least discomfort, discourtesy, or dulness, and full of enjoyment, for +which thanks are due alike to captain, officers, crew, and passengers, +and also to our much-maligned friend the North-East wind, who caught +us up in the chops of the Channel, helped us graciously on nearly to +the tropic of Cancer, giving us a more prosperous passage than the oldest +hands recollect at this season, and then left us for a while to the +delicious calms of the edge of the tropic, to catch us up again as the +North-East Trade.</p> +<p>Truly, this voyage had already given us much for which to thank God. +If safety and returning health, in an atmosphere in which the mere act +of breathing is a pleasure, be things for which to be thankful, then +we had reason to say in our hearts that which is sometimes best unsaid +on paper.</p> +<p>Our first day in a tropic harbour was spent in what might be taken +at moments for a dream, did not shells and flowers remain to bear witness +to its reality. It was on Friday morning, December 17th, that +we first sighted the New World; a rounded hill some fifteen hundred +feet high, which was the end of Virgin Gorda. That resolved itself, +as we ran on, into a cluster of long, low islands; St. John’s +appearing next on the horizon, then Tortola, and last of all St. Thomas’s; +all pink and purple in the sun, and warm-gray in the shadow, which again +became, as we neared them one after the other, richest green, of scrub +and down, with bright yellow and rusty rocks, plainly lava, in low cliffs +along the shore. The upper outline of the hills reminded me, with +its multitudinous little coves and dry gullies, of the Vivarais or Auvergne +Hills; and still more of the sketches of the Chinese Tea-mountains in +Fortune’s book. Their water-line has been exposed, evidently +for many ages, to the gnawing of the sea at the present level. +Everywhere the lava cliffs are freshly broken, toppling down in dust +and boulders, and leaving detached stacks and skerries, like that called +the ‘Indians,’ from its supposed likeness to a group of +red-brown savages afloat in a canoe. But, as far as I could see, +there has been no upheaval since the land took its present shape. +There is no trace of raised beaches, or of the terraces which would +have inevitably been formed by upheaval on the soft sides of the lava +hills. The numberless deep channels which part the isles and islets +would rather mark depression still going on. Most beautiful meanwhile +are the winding channels of blue water, like land-locked lakes, which +part the Virgins from each other; and beautiful the white triangular +sails of the canoe-rigged craft, which beat up and down them through +strong currents and cockling seas. The clear air, the still soft +outlines, the rich and yet delicate colouring, stir up a sense of purity +and freshness, and peace and cheerfulness, such as is stirred up by +certain views of the Mediterranean and its shores; only broken by one +ghastly sight—the lonely mast of the ill-fated <i>Rhone</i>, standing +up still where she sank with all her crew, in the hurricane of 1867.</p> +<p>At length, in the afternoon, we neared the last point, and turning +inside an isolated and crumbling hummock, the Dutchman’s Cap, +saw before us, at the head of a little narrow harbour, the scarlet and +purple roofs of St. Thomas’s, piled up among orange-trees, at +the foot of a green corrie, or rather couple of corries, some eight +hundred feet high. There it was, as veritable a Dutch-oven for +cooking fever in, with as veritable a dripping-pan for the poison when +concocted in the tideless basin below the town, as man ever invented. +And we were not sorry when the superintendent, coming on board, bade +us steam back again out of the port, and round a certain Water-island, +at the back of which is a second and healthier harbour, the Gri-gri +channel. In the port close to the town we could discern another +token of the late famous hurricane, the funnels and masts of the hapless +<i>Columbia</i>, which lies still on the top of the sunken floating +clock, immovable, as yet, by the art of man.</p> +<p>But some hundred yards on our right was a low cliff, which was even +more interesting to some of us than either the town or the wreck; for +it was covered with the first tropic vegetation which we had ever seen. +Already on a sandy beach outside, we had caught sight of unmistakable +coconut trees; some of them, however, dying, dead, even snapped short +off, either by the force of the hurricane, or by the ravages of the +beetle, which seems minded of late years to exterminate the coconut +throughout the West Indies; belonging, we are told, to the Elaters—fire-fly, +or skipjack beetles. His grub, like that of his cousin, our English +wire-worm, and his nearer cousin, the great wire-worm of the sugar-cane, +eats into the pith and marrow of growing shoots; and as the palm, being +an endogen, increases from within by one bud, and therefore by one shoot +only, when that is eaten out nothing remains for the tree but to die. +And so it happens that almost every coconut grove which we have seen +has a sad and shabby look as if it existed (which it really does) merely +on sufferance.</p> +<p>But on this cliff we could see, even with the naked eye, tall Aloes, +gray-blue Cerei like huge branching candelabra, and bushes the foliage +of which was utterly unlike anything in Northern Europe; while above +the bright deep green of a patch of Guinea-grass marked cultivation, +and a few fruit trees round a cottage told, by their dark baylike foliage, +of fruits whose names alone were known to us.</p> +<p>Round Water-island we went, into a narrow channel between steep green +hills, covered to their tops, as late as 1845, with sugar-cane, but +now only with scrub, among which the ruins of mills and buildings stood +sad and lonely. But Nature in this land of perpetual summer hides +with a kind of eagerness every scar which man in his clumsiness leaves +on the earth’s surface; and all, though relapsing into primeval +wildness, was green, soft, luxuriant, as if the hoe had never torn the +ground, contrasting strangely with the water-scene; with the black steamers +snorting in their sleep; the wrecks and condemned hulks, in process +of breaking up, strewing the shores with their timbers; the boatfuls +of Negroes gliding to and fro; and all the signs of our hasty, irreverent, +wasteful, semi-barbarous mercantile system, which we call (for the time +being only, it is to be hoped) civilisation. The engine had hardly +stopped, when we were boarded from a fleet of negro boats, and huge +bunches of plantains, yams, green oranges, junks of sugar-cane, were +displayed upon the deck; and more than one of the ladies went through +the ceremony of initiation into West Indian ways, which consisted in +sucking sugar-cane, first pared for the sake of their teeth. The +Negro’s stronger incisors tear it without paring. Two amusing +figures, meanwhile, had taken up their station close to the companion. +Evidently privileged personages, they felt themselves on their own ground, +and looked round patronisingly on the passengers, as ignorant foreigners +who were too certain to be tempted by the treasures which they displayed +to need any solicitations. One went by the name of Jamaica Joe, +a Negro blacker than the night, in smart white coat and smart black +trousers; a tall courtly gentleman, with the organ of self-interest, +to judge from his physiognomy, very highly developed. But he was +thrown into the shade by a stately brown lady, who was still very handsome—beautiful, +if you will—and knew it, and had put on her gorgeous turban with +grace, and plaited her short locks under it with care, and ignored the +very existence of a mere Negro like Jamaica Joe, as she sat by her cigars, +and slow-match, and eau-de-cologne at four times the right price, and +mats, necklaces, bracelets, made of mimosa-seeds, white negro hats, +nests of Curaçoa baskets, and so forth. They drove a thriving +trade among all newcomers: but were somewhat disgusted to find that +we, though new to the West Indies, were by no means new to West Indian +wares, and therefore not of the same mind as a gentleman and lady who +came fresh from the town next day, with nearly a bushel of white branching +madrepores, which they were going to carry as coals to Newcastle, six +hundred miles down the islands. Poor Joe tried to sell us a nest +of Curaçoa baskets for seven shillings; retired after a firm +refusal; came up again to R-----, after a couple of hours, and said, +in a melancholy and reproachful voice, ‘Da--- take dem for four +shillings and sixpence. I give dem you.’</p> +<p>But now—. Would we go on shore? To the town? +Not we, who came to see Nature, not towns. Some went off on honest +business; some on such pleasure as can be found in baking streets, hotel +bars, and billiard-rooms: but the one place on which our eyes were set +was a little cove a quarter of a mile off, under the steep hill, where +a white line of sand shone between blue water and green wood. +A few yards broad of sand, and then impenetrable jungle, among which +we could see, below, the curved yellow stems of the coconuts; and higher +up the straight gray stems and broad fan-leaves of Carat palms; which +I regret to say we did not reach. Oh for a boat to get into that +paradise! There was three-quarters of an hour left, between dinner +and dark; and in three-quarters of an hour what might not be seen in +a world where all was new? The kind chief officer, bidding us +not trust negro boats on such a trip, lent us one of the ship’s, +with four honest fellows, thankful enough to escape from heat and smoke; +and away we went with two select companions—the sportsman and +our scientific friend—to land, for the first time, in the New +World.</p> +<p>As we leaped on shore on that white sand, what feelings passed through +the heart of at least one of us, who found the dream of forty years +translated into fact at last, are best, perhaps, left untold here. +But it must be confessed that ere we had stood for two minutes staring +at the green wall opposite us, astonishment soon swallowed up, for the +time, all other emotions. Astonishment, not at the vast size of +anything, for the scrub was not thirty feet high; nor at the gorgeous +colours, for very few plants or trees were in flower; but at the wonderful +wealth of life. The massiveness, the strangeness, the variety, +the very length of the young and still growing shoots was a wonder. +We tried, at first in vain, to fix our eyes on some one dominant or +typical form, while every form was clamouring, as it were, to be looked +at, and a fresh Dryad gazed out of every bush and with wooing eyes asked +to be wooed again. The first two plants, perhaps, we looked steadily +at were the <i>Ipomœa pes capræ</i>, lying along the sand +in straight shoots thirty feet long, and growing longer, we fancied, +while we looked at it, with large bilobed green leaves at every joint, +and here and there a great purple convolvulus flower; and next, what +we knew at once for the ‘shore-grape.’ <a name="citation15a"></a><a href="#footnote15a">{15a}</a> +We had fancied it (and correctly) to be a mere low bushy tree with roundish +leaves. But what a bush! with drooping boughs, arched over and +through each other, shoots already six feet long, leaves as big as the +hand shining like dark velvet, a crimson mid-rib down each, and tiled +over each other—‘imbricated,’ as the botanists would +say, in that fashion, which gives its peculiar solidity and richness +of light and shade to the foliage of an old sycamore; and among these +noble shoots and noble leaves, pendent everywhere, long tapering spires +of green grapes. This shore-grape, which the West Indians esteem +as we might a bramble, we found to be, without exception, the most beautiful +broad-leafed plant which we had ever seen. Then we admired the +Frangipani, <a name="citation15b"></a><a href="#footnote15b">{15b}</a> +a tall and almost leafless shrub with thick fleshy shoots, bearing, +in this species, white flowers, which have the fragrance peculiar to +certain white blossoms, to the jessamine, the tuberose, the orange, +the Gardenia, the night-flowering Cereus; then the Cacti and Aloes; +then the first coconut, with its last year’s leaves pale yellow, +its new leaves deep green, and its trunk ringing, when struck, like +metal; then the sensitive plants; then creeping lianes of a dozen different +kinds. Then we shrank back from our first glimpse of a little +swamp of foul brown water, backed up by the sand-brush, with trees in +every stage of decay, fallen and tangled into a doleful thicket, through +which the spider-legged Mangroves rose on stilted roots. We turned, +in wholesome dread, to the white beach outside, and picked up—and, +alas! wreck, everywhere wreck—shells—old friends in the +cabinets at home—as earnests to ourselves that all was not a dream: +delicate prickly Pinnæ; ‘Noah’s-arks’ in abundance; +great Strombi, their lips and outer shell broken away, disclosing the +rosy cameo within, and looking on the rough beach pitifully tender and +flesh-like; lumps and fragments of coral innumerable, reminding us by +their worn and rounded shapes of those which abound in so many secondary +strata; and then hastened on board the boat; for the sun had already +fallen, the purple night set in, and from the woods on shore a chorus +of frogs had commenced chattering, quacking, squealing, whistling, not +to cease till sunrise.</p> +<p>So ended our first trip in the New World; and we got back to the +ship, but not to sleep. Already a coal-barge lay on either side +of her, and over the coals we scrambled, through a scene which we would +fain forget. Black women on one side were doing men’s work, +with heavy coal-baskets on their heads, amid screaming, chattering, +and language of which, happily, we understood little or nothing. +On the other, a gang of men and boys, who, as the night fell, worked, +many of them, altogether naked, their glossy bronze figures gleaming +in the red lamplight, and both men and women singing over their work +in wild choruses, which, when the screaming cracked voices of the women +were silent, and the really rich tenors of the men had it to themselves, +were not unpleasant. A lad, seeming the poet of the gang, stood +on the sponson, and in the momentary intervals of work improvised some +story, while the men below took up and finished each verse with a refrain, +piercing, sad, running up and down large and easy intervals. The +tunes were many and seemingly familiar, all barbaric, often ending in +the minor key, and reminding us much, perhaps too much, of the old Gregorian +tones. The words were all but unintelligible. In one song +we caught ‘New York’ again and again, and then ‘Captain +he heard it, he was troubled in him mind.’</p> +<p>‘Ya-he-ho-o-hu’—followed the chorus.</p> +<p>‘Captain he go to him cabin, he drink him wine and whisky—’</p> +<p>‘Ya-he,’ etc.</p> +<p>‘You go to America? You as well go to heaven.’</p> +<p>‘Ya-he,’ etc.</p> +<p>These were all the scraps of negro poetry which we could overhear; +while on deck the band was playing quadrilles and waltzes, setting the +negro shoveller dancing in the black water at the barge-bottom, shovel +in hand; and pleasant white folks danced under the awning, till the +contrast between the refinement within and the brutality without became +very painful. For brutality it was, not merely in the eyes of +the sentimentalist, but in those of the moralist; still more in the +eyes of those who try to believe that all God’s human children +may be some-when, somewhere, somehow, reformed into His likeness. +We were shocked to hear that at another island the evils of coaling +are still worse; and that the white authorities have tried in vain to +keep them down. The coaling system is, no doubt, demoralising +in itself, as it enables Negroes of the lowest class to earn enough +in one day to keep them in idleness, even in luxury, for a week or more, +till the arrival of the next steamer. But what we saw proceeded +rather from the mere excitability and coarseness of half-civilised creatures +than from any deliberate depravity; and we were told that, in the island +just mentioned, the Negroes, when forced to coal on Sunday, or on Christmas +Day, always abstain from noise or foul language, and, if they sing, +sing nothing but hymns. It is easy to sneer at such a fashion +as formalism. It would be wiser to consider whether the first +step in religious training must not be obedience to some such external +positive law; whether the savage must not be taught that there are certain +things which he ought never to do, by being taught that there is one +day at least on which he shall not do them. How else is man to +learn that the Laws of Right and Wrong, like the laws of the physical +world, are entirely independent of him, his likes or dislikes, knowledge +or ignorance of them; that by Law he is environed from his cradle to +his grave, and that it is at his own peril that he disobeys the Law? +A higher religion may, and ought to, follow, one in which the Law becomes +a Law of Liberty, and a Gospel, because it is loved, and obeyed for +its own sake; but even he who has attained to that must be reminded +again and again, alas! that the Law which he loves does not depend for +its sanction on his love of it, on his passing frames or feelings; but +is as awfully independent of him as it is of the veriest heathen. +And that lesson the Sabbath does teach as few or no other institutions +can. The man who says, and says rightly, that to the Christian +all days ought to be Sabbaths, may be answered, and answered rightly, +‘All the more reason for keeping one day which shall be a Sabbath, +whether you are in a sabbatical mood or not. All the more reason +for keeping one day holy, as a pattern of what all days should be.’ +So we will be glad if the Negro has got thus far, as an earnest that +he may some day get farther still.</p> +<p>That night, however, he kept no Sabbath, and we got no sleep; and +were glad enough, before sunrise, to escape once more to the cove we +had visited the evening before; not that it was prettier or more curious +than others, but simply because it is better, for those who wish to +learn accurately, to see one thing twice than many things once. +A lesson is never learnt till it is learnt over many times, and a spot +is best understood by staying in it and mastering it. In natural +history the old scholar’s saw of ‘Cave hominem unius libri’ +may be paraphrased by ‘He is a thoroughly good naturalist who +knows one parish thoroughly.’</p> +<p>So back to our little beach we went, and walked it all over again, +finding, of course, many things which had escaped us the night before. +We saw our first Melocactus, and our first night-blowing Cereus creeping +over the rocks. We found our first tropic orchid, with white, +lilac, and purple flowers on a stalk three feet high. We saw our +first wild pines (<i>Tillandsias</i>, etc.) clinging parasitic on the +boughs of strange trees, or nestling among the angular limb-like shoots +of the columnar Cereus. We learnt to distinguish the poisonous +Manchineel; and were thankful, in serious earnest, that we had happily +plucked none the night before, when we were snatching at every new leaf; +for its milky juice, by mere dropping on the skin, burns like the poisoned +tunic of Nessus, and will even, when the head is injured by it, cause +blindness and death. We gathered a nosegay of the loveliest flowers, +under a burning sun, within ten days of Christmas; and then wandered +off the shore up a little path in the red lava, toward a farm where +we expected to see fresh curiosities, and not in vain. On one +side of the path a hedge of Pinguin (<i>Bromelia</i>)—the plants +like huge pine-apple plants without the fruit—was but three feet +high, but from its prickles utterly impenetrable to man or beast; and +inside the hedge, a tree like a straggling pear, with huge green calabashes +growing out of its bark—here was actually <i>Crescentia Cujete</i>—the +plaything of one’s childhood—alive and growing. The +other side was low scrub—prickly shrubs like acacias and mimosas, +covered with a creeping vine with brilliant yellow hair (we had seen +it already from the ship, gilding large patches of the slopes), most +like European dodder. Among it rose the tall <i>Calotropis procera</i>, +with its fleshy gray stems and leaves, and its azure of lovely lilac +flowers, with curious columns of stamens in each—an Asclepiad +introduced from the Old World, where it ranges from tropical Africa +to Afghanistan; and so on, and so on, up to a little farmyard, very +like a Highland one in most things, want of neatness included, save +that huge spotted Trochi were scattered before the door, instead of +buckies or periwinkles; and in the midst of the yard grew, side by side, +the common accompaniment of a West India kitchen door, the magic trees, +whose leaves rubbed on the toughest meat make it tender on the spot, +and whose fruit makes the best of sauce or pickle to be eaten therewith—namely, +a male and female Papaw (<i>Carica Papaya</i>), their stems some fifteen +feet high, with a flat crown of mallow-like leaves, just beneath which, +in the male, grew clusters of fragrant flowerets, in the female, clusters +of unripe fruit. On through the farmyard, picking fresh flowers +at every step, and down to a shady cove (for the sun, even at eight +o’clock in December, was becoming uncomfortably fierce), and again +into the shore-grape wood. We had already discovered, to our pain, +that almost everything in the bush had prickles, of all imaginable shapes +and sizes; and now, touching a low tree, one of our party was seized +as by a briar, through clothes and into skin, and, in escaping, found +on the tree (<i>Guilandina</i>, <i>Bonducella</i>) rounded prickly pods, +which, being opened, proved to contain the gray horse-nicker-beads of +our childhood.</p> +<p>Up and down the white sand we wandered, collecting shells, as did +the sailors, gladly enough, and then rowed back, over a bottom of white +sand, bedded here and there with the short manati-grass (<i>Thalassia +Testudinum</i>), one of the few flowering plants which, like our <i>Zostera</i>, +or grass-wrack, grows at the bottom of the sea. But, wherever +the bottom was stony, we could see huge prickly sea-urchins, huger brainstone +corals, round and gray, and branching corals likewise, such as, when +cleaned, may be seen in any curiosity shop. These, and a flock +of brown and gray pelicans sailing over our head, were fresh tokens +to us of where we were.</p> +<p>As we were displaying our nosegay on deck, on our return, to some +who had stayed stifling on board, and who were inclined (as West Indians +are) at once to envy and to pooh-pooh the superfluous energy of newcome +Europeans, R----- drew out a large and lovely flower, pale yellow, with +a tiny green apple or two, and leaves like those of an Oleander. +The brown lady, who was again at her post on deck, walked up to her +in silence, uninvited, and with a commanding air waved the thing away. +‘Dat manchineel. Dat poison. Throw dat overboard.’ +R-----, who knew it was not manchineel, whispered to a bystander, ‘Ce +n’est pas vrai.’ But the brown lady was a linguist. +‘Ah! mais c’est vrai,’ cried she, with flashing teeth; +and retired, muttering her contempt of English ignorance and impertinence.</p> +<p>And, as it befell, she was, if not quite right, at least not quite +wrong. For when we went into the cabin, we and our unlucky yellow +flower were flown at by another brown lady, in another gorgeous turban, +who had become on the voyage a friend and an intimate; for she was the +nurse of the baby who had been the light of the eyes of the whole quarter-deck +ever since we left Southampton—God bless it, and its mother, and +beautiful Mon Nid, where she dwells beneath the rock, as exquisite as +one of her own humming-birds. We were so scolded about this poor +little green apple that we set to work to find put what it was, after +promising at least not to eat it. And it proved to be <i>Thevetia +neriifolia</i>, and a very deadly poison.</p> +<p>This was the first (though by no means the last) warning which we +got not to meddle rashly with ‘poison-bush,’ lest that should +befall us which befell a scientific West Indian of old. For hearing +much of the edible properties of certain European toadstools, he resolved +to try a few experiments in his own person on West Indian ones; during +the course of which he found himself one evening, after a good toad-stool +dinner, raving mad. The doctor was sent for, and brought him round, +a humbled man. But a heavier humiliation awaited him, when his +negro butler, who had long looked down on him for his botanical studies, +entered with his morning cup of coffee. ‘Now, Massa,’ +said he, in a tone of triumphant pity, ‘I think you no go out +any more cut bush and eat him.’</p> +<p>If we had wanted any further proof that we were in the Tropics, we +might have had it in the fearful heat of the next few hours, when the +<i>Shannon</i> lay with a steamer on each side, one destined for ‘The +Gulf,’ the other for ‘The Islands’; and not a breath +of air was to be got till late in the afternoon, when (amid shaking +of hands and waving of handkerchiefs, as hearty as if we the ‘Island-bound,’ +and they the ‘Gulf-bound,’ and the officers of the <i>Shannon</i> +had known each other fourteen years instead of fourteen days) we steamed +out, past the Little Saba rock, which was said (but it seems incorrectly) +to have burst into smoke and flame during the earthquake, and then away +to the south and east for the Islands: having had our first taste, but, +thank God, not our last, of the joys of the ‘Earthly Paradise.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER II: DOWN THE ISLANDS</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>I had heard and read much, from boyhood, about these ‘Lesser +Antilles.’ I had pictured them to myself a thousand times: +but I was altogether unprepared for their beauty and grandeur. +For hundreds of miles, day after day, the steamer carried us past a +shifting diorama of scenery, which may be likened to Vesuvius and the +Bay of Naples, repeated again and again, with every possible variation +of the same type of delicate loveliness.</p> +<p>Under a cloudless sky, upon a sea, lively yet not unpleasantly rough, +we thrashed and leaped along. Ahead of us, one after another, +rose high on the southern horizon banks of gray cloud, from under each +of which, as we neared it, descended the shoulder of a mighty mountain, +dim and gray. Nearer still the gray changed to purple; lowlands +rose out of the sea, sloping upwards with those grand and simple concave +curves which betoken, almost always, volcanic land. Nearer still, +the purple changed to green. Tall palm-trees and engine-houses +stood out against the sky; the surf gleamed white around the base of +isolated rocks. A little nearer, and we were under the lee, or +western side, of the island. The sea grew smooth as glass; we +entered the shade of the island-cloud, and slid along in still unfathomable +blue water, close under the shore of what should have been one of the +Islands of the Blest.</p> +<p>It was easy, in presence of such scenery, to conceive the exaltation +which possessed the souls of the first discoverers of the West Indies. +What wonder if they seemed to themselves to have burst into Fairyland—to +be at the gates of The Earthly Paradise? With such a climate, +such a soil, such vegetation, such fruits, what luxury must not have +seemed possible to the dwellers along those shores? What riches +too, of gold and jewels, might not be hidden among those forest-shrouded +glens and peaks? And beyond, and beyond again, ever new islands, +new continents perhaps, an inexhaustible wealth of yet undiscovered +worlds.</p> +<p>No wonder that the men rose above themselves, for good and for evil; +that having, as it seemed to them, found infinitely, they hoped infinitely, +and dared infinitely. They were a dumb generation and an unlettered, +those old Conquistadores. They did not, as we do now, analyse +and describe their own impressions: but they felt them nevertheless; +and felt them, it may be, all the more intensely, because they could +not utter them; and so went, half intoxicated, by day and night, with +the beauty and the wonder round them, till the excitement overpowered +alike their reason and their conscience; and, frenzied with superstition +and greed, with contempt and hatred of the heathen Indians, and often +with mere drink and sunshine, they did deeds which, like all wicked +deeds, avenge themselves, and are avenging themselves, from Mexico to +Chili, unto this very day.</p> +<p>I said that these islands resembled Vesuvius and the Bay of Naples. +Like causes have produced like effects; and each island is little but +the peak of a volcano, down whose shoulders lava and ash have slidden +toward the sea. Some carry several crater cones, complicating +at once the structure and scenery of the island; but the majority carry +but a single cone, like that little island, or rather rock, of Saba, +which is the first of the Antilles under the lee of which the steamer +passes. Santa Cruz, which is left to leeward, is a long, low, +ragged island, of the same form as St. Thomas’s and the Virgins, +and belonging, I should suppose, to the same formation. But Saba +rises sheer out of the sea some 1500 feet or more, without flat ground, +or even harbour. From a little landing-place to leeward a stair +runs up 800 feet into the bosom of the old volcano; and in that hollow +live some 1200 honest Dutch, and some 800 Negroes, who were, till of +late years, their slaves, at least in law. But in Saba, it is +said, the whites were really the slaves, and the Negroes the masters. +For they went off whither and when they liked; earned money about the +islands, and brought it home; expected their masters to keep them when +out of work: and not in vain. The island was, happily for it, +too poor for sugar-growing and the ‘Grande Culture’; the +Dutch were never tempted to increase the number of their slaves; looked +upon the few they had as friends and children; and when emancipation +came, no change whatsoever ensued, it is said, in the semi-feudal relation +between the black men and the white. So these good Dutch live +peacefully aloft in their volcano, which it is to be hoped will not +explode again. They grow garden crops; among which, I understand, +are several products of the temperate zone, the air being, at that height +pleasantly cool. They sell their produce about the islands. +They build boats up in the crater—the best boats in all the West +Indies—and lower them down the cliff to the sea. They hire +themselves out too, not having lost their forefathers’ sea-going +instincts, as sailors about all those seas, and are, like their boats, +the best in those parts. They all speak English; and though they +are nominally Lutherans, are glad of the services of the excellent Bishop +of Antigua, who pays them periodical visits. He described them +as virtuous, shrewd, simple, healthy folk, retaining, in spite of the +tropic sun, the same clear white and red complexions which their ancestors +brought from Holland two hundred years ago—a proof, among many, +that the white man need not degenerate in these isles.</p> +<p>Saba has, like most of these islands, its ‘Somma’ like +that of Vesuvius; an outer ring of lava, the product of older eruptions, +surrounding a central cone, the product of some newer one. But +even this latter, as far as I could judge by the glass, is very ancient. +Little more than the core of the central cone is left. The rest +has been long since destroyed by rains and winds. A white cliff +at the south end of the island should be examined by geologists. +It belongs probably to that formation of tertiary calcareous marl so +often seen in the West Indies, especially at Barbadoes: but if so, it +must, to judge from the scar which it makes seaward, have been upheaved +long ago, and like the whole island—and indeed all the islands—betokens +an immense antiquity.</p> +<p>Much more recent—in appearance at least—is the little +isle of St. Eustatius, or at least the crater-cone, with its lip broken +down at one spot, which makes up five-sixths of the island. St. +Eustatius may have been in eruption, though there is no record of it, +during historic times, and looks more unrepentant and capable of misbehaving +itself again than does any other crater-cone in the Antilles; far more +so than the Souffrière in St. Vincent which exploded in 1812.</p> +<p>But these two are mere rocks. It is not till the traveller +arrives at St. Kitts that he sees what a West Indian island is.</p> +<p>The ‘Mother of the Antilles,’ as she is called, is worthy +of her name. Everywhere from the shore the land sweeps up, slowly +at first, then rapidly, toward the central mass, the rugged peak whereof +goes by the name of Mount Misery. Only once, and then but for +a moment, did we succeed in getting a sight of the actual summit, so +pertinaciously did the clouds crawl round it. 3700 feet aloft +a pyramid of black lava rises above the broken walls of an older crater, +and is, to judge from its knife-edge, flat top, and concave eastern +side, the last remnant of an inner cone which has been washed, or more +probably blasted, away. Beneath it, according to the report of +an islander to Dr. Davy (and what I heard was to the same effect), is +a deep hollow, longer than it is wide, without an outlet, walled in +by precipices and steep declivities, from fissures in which steam and +the fumes of sulphur are emitted. Sulphur in crystals abounds, +encrusting the rocks and loose stones; and a stagnant pool of rain-water +occupies the bottom of the Souffrière. A dangerous neighbour—but +as long as he keeps his temper, as he has done for three hundred years +at least, a most beneficent one—is this great hill, which took, +in Columbus’s imagination, the form of the giant St. Christopher +bearing on his shoulder the infant Christ, and so gave a name to the +whole island.</p> +<p>From the lava and ash ejected from this focus, the whole soils of +the island have been formed; soils of still unexhausted fertility, save +when—as must needs be in a volcanic region—patches of mere +rapilli and scoriæ occur. The mountain has hurled these +out; and everywhere, as a glance of the eye shows, the tropic rains +are carrying them yearly down to the lowland, exposing fresh surfaces +to the action of the air, and, by continual denudation and degradation, +remanuring the soil. Everywhere, too, are gullies sawn in the +slopes, which terminate above in deep and narrow glens, giving, especially +when alternated with long lava-streams, a ridge-and-furrow look to this +and most other of the Antilles. Dr. Davy, with his usual acuteness +of eye and soundness of judgment, attributes them rather to ‘water +acting on loose volcanic ashes’ than to ‘rents and fissures, +the result of sudden and violent force.’ Doubtless he is +in the right. Thus, and thus only, has been formed the greater +part of the most beautiful scenery in the West Indies; and I longed +again and again, as I looked at it, for the company of my friend and +teacher, Colonel George Greenwood, that I might show him, on island +after island, such manifold corroborations of his theories in <i>Rain +and Rivers.</i></p> +<p>But our eyes were drawn off, at almost the second glance, from mountain-peaks +and glens to the slopes of cultivated lowland, sheeted with bright green +cane, and guinea-grass, and pigeon pea; and that not for their own sakes, +but for the sake of objects so utterly unlike anything which we had +ever seen, that it was not easy, at first, to discover what they were. +Gray pillars, which seemed taller than the tallest poplars, smooth and +cylindrical as those of a Doric temple, each carrying a flat head of +darkest green, were ranged along roadsides and round fields, or stood, +in groups or singly, near engine-works, or towered above rich shrubberies +which shrouded comfortable country-houses. It was not easy, as +I have said, to believe that these strange and noble things were trees: +but such they were. At last we beheld, with wonder and delight, +the pride of the West Indies, the Cabbage Palms—Palmistes of the +French settlers—which botanists have well named <i>Oreodoxa</i>, +the ‘glory of the mountains.’ We saw them afterwards +a hundred times in their own native forests; and when they rose through +tangled masses of richest vegetation, mixed with other and smaller species +of palms, their form, fantastic though it was, harmonised well with +hundreds of forms equally fantastic. But here they seemed, at +first sight, out of place, incongruous, and artificial, standing amid +no kindred forms, and towering over a cultivation and civilisation which +might have been mistaken, seen from the sea, for wealthy farms along +some English shore. Gladly would we have gone on shore, were it +but to have stood awhile under those Palmistes; and an invitation was +not wanting to a pretty tree-shrouded house on a low cliff a mile off, +where doubtless every courtesy and many a luxury would have awaited +us. But it could not be. We watched kind folk rowed to shore +without us; and then turned to watch the black flotilla under our quarter.</p> +<p>The first thing that caught our eye on board the negro boats which +were alongside was, of course, the baskets of fruits and vegetables, +of which one of us at least had been hearing all his life. At +St. Thomas’s we had been introduced to bananas (figs, as they +are miscalled in the West Indies); to the great green oranges, thick-skinned +and fragrant; to those junks of sugar-cane, some two feet long, which +Cuffy and Cuffy’s ladies delight to gnaw, walking, sitting, and +standing; increasing thereby the size of their lips, and breaking out, +often enough, their upper front teeth. We had seen, and eaten +too, the sweet sop <a name="citation25a"></a><a href="#footnote25a">{25a}</a>—a +passable fruit, or rather congeries of fruits, looking like a green +and purple strawberry, of the bigness of an orange. It is the +cousin of the prickly sour-sop; <a name="citation25b"></a><a href="#footnote25b">{25b}</a> +of the really delicious, but to me unknown, Chirimoya; <a name="citation25c"></a><a href="#footnote25c">{25c}</a> +and of the custard apple, <a name="citation25d"></a><a href="#footnote25d">{25d}</a> +containing a pulp which (as those who remember the delectable pages +of <i>Tom Cringle</i> know) bears a startling likeness to brains. +Bunches of grapes, at St. Kitts, lay among these: and at St. Lucia we +saw with them, for the first time, Avocado, or Alligator pears, <i>alias</i> +midshipman’s butter; <a name="citation26a"></a><a href="#footnote26a">{26a}</a> +large round brown fruits, to be eaten with pepper and salt by those +who list. With these, in open baskets, lay bright scarlet capsicums, +green coconuts tinged with orange, great roots of yam <a name="citation26b"></a><a href="#footnote26b">{26b}</a> +and cush-cush, <a name="citation26c"></a><a href="#footnote26c">{26c}</a> +with strange pulse of various kinds and hues. The contents of +these vegetable baskets were often as gay-coloured as the gaudy gowns, +and still gaudier turbans, of the women who offered them for sale.</p> +<p>Screaming and jabbering, the Negroes and Negresses thrust each other’s +boats about, scramble from one to the other with gestures of wrath and +defiance, and seemed at every moment about to fall to fisticuffs and +to upset themselves among the sharks. But they did neither. +Their excitement evaporated in noise. To their ‘ladies,’ +to do them justice, the men were always civil, while the said ‘ladies’ +bullied them and ordered them about without mercy. The negro women +are, without doubt, on a more thorough footing of equality with the +men than the women of any white race. The causes, I believe, are +two. In the first place there is less difference between the sexes +in mere physical strength and courage; and watching the average Negresses, +one can well believe the stories of those terrible Amazonian guards +of the King of Dahomey, whose boast is, that they are no longer women, +but men. There is no doubt that, in case of a rebellion, the black +women of the West Indies would be as formidable, cutlass in hand, as +the men. The other cause is the exceeding ease with which, not +merely food, but gay clothes and ornaments, can be procured by light +labour. The negro woman has no need to marry and make herself +the slave of a man, in order to get a home and subsistence. Independent +she is, for good and evil; and independent she takes care to remain; +and no schemes for civilising the Negro will have any deep or permanent +good effect which do not take note of, and legislate for, this singular +fact.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, it was a comfort to one fresh from the cities of the Old +World, and the short and stunted figures, the mesquin and scrofulous +visages, which crowd our alleys and back wynds, to see everywhere health, +strength, and goodly stature, especially among women. Nowhere +in the West Indies are to be seen those haggard down-trodden mothers, +grown old before their time, too common in England, and commoner still +in France. Health, ‘rude’ in every sense of the word, +is the mark of the negro woman, and of the negro man likewise. +Their faces shine with fatness; they seem to enjoy, they do enjoy, the +mere act of living, like the lizard on the wall. It may be said—it +must be said—that, if they be human beings (as they are), they +are meant for something more than mere enjoyment of life. Well +and good: but are they not meant for enjoyment likewise? Let us +take the beam out of our own eye, before we take the mote out of theirs; +let us, before we complain of them for being too healthy and comfortable, +remember that we have at home here tens of thousands of paupers, rogues, +whatnot, who are not a whit more civilised, intellectual, virtuous, +or spiritual than the Negro, and are meanwhile neither healthy nor comfortable. +The Negro may have the <i>corpus sanum</i> without the <i>mens sana</i>. +But what of those whose souls and bodies are alike unsound?</p> +<p>Away south, along the low spit at the south end of the island, where +are salt-pans which, I suspect, lie in now extinguished craters; and +past little Nevis, the conical ruin, as it were, of a volcanic island. +It was probably joined to the low end of St. Kitts not many years ago. +It is separated from it now only by a channel called the Narrows, some +four to six miles across, and very shallow, there being not more than +four fathoms in many places, and infested with reefs, whether of true +coral or of volcanic rock I should be glad to know. A single peak, +with its Souffrière, rises to some 2000 feet; right and left +of it are two lower hills, fragments, apparently, of a Somma, or older +and larger crater. The lava and ash slide in concave slopes of +fertile soil down to the sea, forming an island some four miles by three, +which was in the seventeenth century a little paradise, containing 4000 +white citizens, who had dwindled down in 1805, under the baneful influences +of slavery, to 1300; in 1832 (the period of emancipation) to 500; and +in 1854 to only 170. <a name="citation27a"></a><a href="#footnote27a">{27a}</a> +A happy place, however, it is said still to be, with a population of +more than 10,000, who, as there is happily no Crown land in the island, +cannot squat, and so return to their original savagery; but are well-ordered +and peaceable, industrious, and well-taught, and need, it is said, not +only no soldiers, but no police.</p> +<p>One spot on the little island we should have liked much to have seen: +the house where Nelson, after his marriage with Mrs. Nisbet, a lady +of Nevis, dwelt awhile in peace and purity. Happier for him, perhaps, +though not for England, had he never left that quiet nest.</p> +<p>And now, on the leeward bow, another gray mountain island rose; and +on the windward another, lower and longer. The former was Montserrat, +which I should have gladly visited, as I had been invited to do. +For little Montserrat is just now the scene of a very hopeful and important +experiment. <a name="citation27b"></a><a href="#footnote27b">{27b}</a> +The Messrs. Sturge have established there a large plantation of limes, +and a manufactory of lime-juice, which promises to be able to supply, +in good time, vast quantities of that most useful of all sea-medicines.</p> +<p>Their connection with the Society of Friends, and indeed the very +name of Sturge, is a guarantee that such a work will be carried on for +the benefit, not merely of the capitalists, but of the coloured people +who are employed. Already, I am assured, a marked improvement +has taken place among them; and I, for one, heartily bid God-speed to +the enterprise: to any enterprise, indeed, which tends to divert labour +and capital from that exclusive sugar-growing which has been most injurious, +I verily believe the bane, of the West Indies. On that subject +I may have to say more in a future chapter. I ask the reader, +meanwhile, to follow, as the ship’s head goes round to windward +toward Antigua.</p> +<p>Antigua is lower, longer, and flatter than the other islands. +It carries no central peak: but its wildness of ragged uplands forms, +it is said, a natural fortress, which ought to be impregnable; and its +loyal and industrious people boast that, were every other West Indian +island lost, the English might make a stand in Antigua long enough to +enable them to reconquer the whole. I should have feared, from +the look of the island, that no large force could hold out long in a +country so destitute of water as those volcanic hills, rusty, ragged, +treeless, almost sad and desolate—if any land could be sad and +desolate with such a blue sea leaping around and such a blue sky blazing +above. Those who wish to know the agricultural capabilities of +Antigua, and to know, too, the good sense and courage, the justice and +humanity, which have enabled the Antiguans to struggle on and upward +through all their difficulties, in spite of drought, hurricane, and +earthquake, till permanent prosperity seems now become certain, should +read Dr. Davy’s excellent book, which I cannot too often recommend. +For us, we could only give a hasty look at its southern volcanic cliffs; +while we regretted that we could not inspect the marine strata of the +eastern parts of the island, with their calcareous marls and limestones, +hardened clays and cherts, and famous silicified trees, which offer +important problems to the geologist, as yet not worked out. <a name="citation28"></a><a href="#footnote28">{28}</a></p> +<p>We could well believe, as the steamer ran into English Harbour, that +Antigua was still subject to earthquakes; and had been shaken, with +great loss of property though not of life, in the Guadaloupe earthquake +of 1843, when 5000 lives were lost in the town of Point-à-Pitre +alone. The only well-marked effect which Dr. Davy could hear of, +apart from damage to artificial structures, was the partial sinking +of a causeway leading to Rat Island, in the harbour of St. John. +No wonder: if St. John’s harbour be—as from its shape on +the map it probably is—simply an extinct crater, or group of craters, +like English Harbour. A more picturesque or more uncanny little +hole than that latter we had never yet seen: but there are many such +harbours about these islands, which nature, for the time being at least, +has handed over from the dominion of fire to that of water. Past +low cliffs of ash and volcanic boulder, sloping westward to the sea, +which is eating them fast away, the steamer runs in through a deep crack, +a pistol-shot in width. On the east side a strange section of +gray lava and ash is gnawn into caves. On the right, a bluff rock +of black lava dips sheer into water several fathoms deep; and you anchor +at once inside an irregular group of craters, having passed through +a gap in one of their sides, which has probably been torn out by a lava +flow. Whether the land, at the time of the flow, was higher or +lower than at present, who can tell? This is certain, that the +first basin is for half of its circumference circular, and walled with +ash beds, which seem to slope outward from it. To the left it +leads away into a long creek, up which, somewhat to our surprise, we +saw neat government-houses and quays; and between them and us, a noble +ironclad and other ships of war at anchor close against lava and ash +cliffs. But right ahead, the dusty sides of the crater are covered +with strange bushes, its glaring shingle spotted with bright green Manchineels; +while on the cliffs around, aloes innumerable, seemingly the imported +American Agave, send up their groups of huge fat pointed leaves from +crannies so arid that one would fancy a moss would wither in them. +A strange place it is, and strangely hot likewise; and one could not +but fear a day—it is to be hoped long distant—when it will +be hotter still.</p> +<p>Out of English Harbour, after taking on board fruit and bargaining +for beads, for which Antigua is famous, we passed the lonely rock of +Redonda, toward a mighty mountain which lay under a sheet of clouds +of corresponding vastness. That was Guadaloupe. The dark +undersides of the rolling clouds mingled with the dark peaks and ridges, +till we could not see where earth ended and vapour began; and the clouds +from far to the eastward up the wind massed themselves on the island, +and then ceased suddenly to leeward, leaving the sky clear and the sea +brilliant.</p> +<p>I should be glad to know the cause of this phenomenon, which we saw +several times among the islands, but never in greater perfection than +on nearing Nevis from the south on our return. In that case, however, +the cloud continued to leeward. It came up from the east for full +ten miles, an advancing column of tall ghostly cumuli, leaden, above +a leaden sea; and slid toward the island, whose lines seemed to leap +up once to meet them; fail; then, in a second leap, to plunge the crater-peak +high into the mist; and then to sink down again into the western sea, +so gently that the line of shore and sea was indistinguishable. +But above, the cloud-procession passed on, shattered by its contact +with the mountain, and transfigured as it neared the setting sun into +long upward streaming lines of rack, purple and primrose against a saffron +sky, while Venus lingered low between cloud and sea, a spark of fire +glittering through dull red haze.</p> +<p>And now the steamer ran due south, across the vast basin which is +ringed round by Antigua, Montserrat, and Guadaloupe, with St. Kitts +and Nevis showing like tall gray ghosts to the north-west. Higher +and higher ahead rose the great mountain mass of Guadaloupe, its head +in its own canopy of cloud. The island falls into the sea sharply +to leeward. But it stretches out to windward in a long line of +flat land edged with low cliff, and studded with large farms and engine-houses. +It might be a bit of the Isle of Thanet, or of the Lothians, were it +not for those umbrella-like Palmistes, a hundred feet high, which stand +out everywhere against the sky. At its northern end, a furious +surf was beating on a sandy beach; and beyond that, dim and distant, +loomed up the low flat farther island, known by the name of Grande Terre.</p> +<p>Guadaloupe, as some of my readers may know, consists, properly speaking, +of two islands, divided by a swamp and a narrow salt-water river. +The eastward half, or Grande Terre, which is composed of marine strata, +is hardly seen in the island voyage, and then only at a distance, first +behind the westward Basse Terre, and then behind other little islands, +the Saintes and Mariegalante. But the westward island, rising +in one lofty volcanic mass which hides the eastern island from view, +is perhaps, for mere grandeur, the grandest in the Archipelago. +The mountains—among which are, it is said, fourteen extinct craters—range +upward higher and higher toward the southern end, with corries and glens, +which must be, when seen near, hanging gardens of stupendous size. +The forests seem to be as magnificent as they were in the days of Père +Labat. Tiny knots on distant cliff-tops, when looked at through +the glass, are found to be single trees of enormous height and breadth. +Gullies hundreds of feet in depth, rushing downwards toward the sea, +represent the rush of the torrents which have helped, through thousands +of rainy seasons, to scoop them out and down.</p> +<p>But all this grandeur and richness culminates, toward the southern +end, in one great crater-peak 5000 feet in height, at the foot of which +lies the Port of Basse Terre, or Bourg St. François.</p> +<p>We never were so fortunate as to see the Souffrière entirely +free from cloud. The lower, wider, and more ancient crater was +generally clear: but out of the midst of it rose a second cone buried +in darkness and mist. Once only we caught sight of part of its +lip, and the sight was one not to be forgotten.</p> +<p>The sun was rising behind the hills. The purple mountain was +backed by clear blue sky. High above it hung sheets of orange +cloud lighted from underneath; lower down, and close upon the hill-tops, +curved sheets of bright white mist</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Stooped from heaven, and took the shape,<br />With fold on +fold, of mountain and of cape.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>And under them, again, the crater seethed with gray mist, among which, +at one moment, we could discern portions of its lip; not smooth, like +that of Vesuvius, but broken into awful peaks and chasms hundreds of +feet in height. As the sun rose, level lights of golden green +streamed round the peak right and left over the downs: but only for +a while. As the sky-clouds vanished in his blazing rays, earth-clouds +rolled up below from the valleys behind; wreathed and weltered about +the great black teeth of the crater; and then sinking among them, and +below them, shrouded the whole cone in purple darkness for the day; +while in the foreground blazed in the sunshine broad slopes of cane-field: +below them again the town, with handsome houses and old-fashioned churches +and convents, dating possibly from the seventeenth century, embowered +in mangoes, tamarinds, and palmistes; and along the beach a market beneath +a row of trees, with canoes drawn up to be unladen, and gay dresses +of every hue. The surf whispered softly on the beach. The +cheerful murmur of voices came off the shore, and above it the tinkling +of some little bell, calling good folks to early mass. A cheery, +brilliant picture as man could wish to see: but marred by two ugly elements. +A mile away on the low northern cliff, marked with many a cross, was +the lonely cholera cemetery, a remembrance of the fearful pestilence +which a few years since swept away thousands of the people: and above +frowned that black giant, now asleep; but for how long?</p> +<p>In 1797 an eruption hurled out pumice, ashes, and sulphureous vapours. +In the great crisis of 1812, indeed, the volcano was quiet, leaving +the Souffrière of St. Vincent to do the work; but since then +he has shown an ugly and uncertain humour. Smoke by day, and flame +by night—or probably that light reflected from below which is +often mistaken for flame in volcanic eruptions—have been seen +again and again above the crater; and the awful earthquake of 1843 proves +that his capacity for mischief is unabated. The whole island, +indeed, is somewhat unsafe; for the hapless town of Point-à-Pitre, +destroyed by that earthquake, stands not on the volcanic Basse Terre, +but on the edge of the marine Grande Terre, near the southern mouth +of the salt-water river. Heaven grant these good people of Guadaloupe +a long respite; for they are said to deserve it, as far as human industry +and enterprise goes. They have, as well, I understand, as the +gentlemen of Martinique, discovered the worth of the ‘division +of labour.’ Throughout the West Indies the planter is usually +not merely a sugar-grower, but a sugar-maker also. He requires, +therefore, two capitals, and two intellects likewise, one for his cane-fields, +the other for his ‘ingenio,’ engine-house, or sugar-works. +But he does not gain thereby two profits. Having two things to +do, neither, usually, is done well. The cane-farming is bad, the +sugar-making bad; and the sugar, when made, disposed of through merchants +by a cumbrous, antiquated, and expensive system. These shrewd +Frenchmen, and, I am told, even small proprietors among the Negroes, +not being crippled, happily for them, by those absurd sugar-duties which, +till Mr. Lowe’s budget, put a premium on the making of bad sugar, +are confining themselves to growing the canes, and sell them raw to +‘Usines Centrales,’ at which they are manufactured into +sugar. They thus devote their own capital and intellect to increasing +the yield of their estates; while the central factories, it is said, +pay dividends ranging from twenty to forty per cent. I regretted +much that I was unable to visit in crop-time one of these factories, +and see the working of a system which seems to contain one of the best +elements of the co-operative principle.</p> +<p>But (and this is at present a serious inconvenience to a traveller +in the Antilles) the steamer passes each island only once a fortnight; +so that to land in an island is equivalent to staying there at least +that time, unless one chooses to take the chances of a coasting schooner, +and bad food, bugs, cockroaches, and a bunk which—but I will not +describe. ‘Non ragionam di lor, ma guarda’ (down the +companion) ‘e passa.’</p> +<p>I must therefore content myself with describing, as honestly as I +can, what little we saw from the sea, of islands at each of which we +would gladly have stayed several days.</p> +<p>As the traveller nears each of them—Guadaloupe, Dominica, Martinique +(of which two last we had only one passing glance), St. Vincent, St. +Lucia, and Grenada—he will be impressed, not only by the peculiarity +of their form, but by the richness of their colour.</p> +<p>All of them do not, like St. Kitts, Guadaloupe, and St. Vincent, +slope up to one central peak. In Martinique, for instance, there +are three separate peaks, or groups of peaks—the Mont Pelée, +the Pitons du Carbet, and the Piton du Vauclain. But all have +that peculiar jagged outline which is noticed first at the Virgin Islands.</p> +<p>Flat ‘vans’ or hog-backed hills, and broad sweeps of +moorland, so common in Scotland, are as rare as are steep walls of cliff, +so common in the Alps. Pyramid is piled on pyramid, the sides +of each at a slope of about 45°, till the whole range is a congeries +of multitudinous peaks and peaklets, round the base of which spreads +out, with a sudden sweep, the smooth lowland of volcanic ash and lava. +This extreme raggedness of outline is easily explained. The mountains +have never been, as in Scotland, planed smooth by ice. They have +been gouged out, in every direction, by the furious tropic rains and +tropic rain-torrents. Had the rocks been stratified and tolerably +horizontal, these rains would have cut them out into tablelands divided +by deep gullies, such as may be seen in Abyssinia, and in certain parts +of the western United States. But these rocks are altogether amorphous +and unstratified, and have been poured or spouted out as lumps, dykes, +and sheets of lava, of every degree of hardness; so that the rain, in +degrading them, has worn them, not into tables and ranges, but into +innumerable cones. And the process of degradation is still going +on rapidly. Though a cliff, or sheet of bare rock, is hardly visible +among the glens, yet here and there a bright brown patch tells of a +recent landslip; and the masses of debris and banks of shingle, backed +by a pestilential little swamp at the mouth of each torrent, show how +furious must be the downpour and down-roll before the force of a sudden +flood, along so headlong an incline.</p> +<p>But in strange contrast with the ragged outline, and with the wild +devastation of the rainy season, is the richness of the verdure which +clothes the islands, up to their highest peaks, in what seems a coat +of green fur; but when looked at through the glasses, proves to be, +in most cases, gigantic timber. Not a rock is seen. If there +be a cliff here and there, it is as green as an English lawn. +Steep slopes are gray with groo-groo palms, <a name="citation33"></a><a href="#footnote33">{33}</a> +or yellow with unknown flowering trees. High against the sky-line, +tiny knots and lumps are found to be gigantic trees. Each glen +has buried its streamlet a hundred feet in vegetation, above which, +here and there, the gray stem and dark crown of some palmiste towers +up like the mast of some great admiral. The eye and the fancy +strain vainly into the green abysses, and wander up and down over the +wealth of depths and heights, compared with which European parks and +woodlands are but paltry scrub and shaugh. No books are needed +to tell that. The eye discovers it for itself, even before it +has learnt to judge of the great size of the vegetation, from the endless +variety of form and colour. For the islands, though green intensely, +are not of one, but of every conceivable green, or rather of hues ranging +from pale yellow through all greens into cobalt blue; and as the wind +stirs the leaves, and sweeps the lights and shadows over hill and glen, +all is ever-changing, iridescent, like a peacock’s neck; till +the whole island, from peak to shore, seems some glorious jewel—an +emerald with tints of sapphire and topaz, hanging between blue sea and +white surf below, and blue sky and white cloud above.</p> +<p>If the reader fancies that I exaggerate, let him go and see. +Let him lie for one hour off the Rosseau at Dominica. Let him +sail down the leeward side of Guadaloupe, down the leeward side of what +island he will, and judge for himself how poor, and yet how tawdry, +my words are, compared with the luscious yet magnificent colouring of +the Antilles.</p> +<p>The traveller, at least so I think, would remark also, with some +surprise, the seeming smallness of these islands. The Basse Terre +of Guadaloupe, for instance, is forty miles in length. As you +lie off it, it does not look half, or even a quarter, of that length; +and that, not merely because the distances north and south are foreshortened, +or shut in by nearer headlands. The causes, I believe, are more +subtle and more complex. First, the novel clearness of the air, +which makes the traveller, fresh from misty England, fancy every object +far nearer, and therefore far smaller, than it actually is. Next +the simplicity of form. Each outer line trends upward so surely +toward a single focus; each whole is so sharply defined between its +base-line of sea and its background of sky, that, like a statue, each +island is compact and complete in itself, an isolated and self-dependent +organism; and therefore, like every beautiful statue, it looks much +smaller than it is. So perfect this isolation seems, that one +fancies, at moments, that the island does not rise out of the sea, but +floats upon it; that it is held in place, not by the roots of the mountains, +and deep miles of lava-wall below, but by the cloud which has caught +it by the top, and will not let it go. Let that cloud but rise, +and vanish, and the whole beautiful thing will be cast adrift; ready +to fetch way before the wind, and (as it will seem often enough to do +when viewed through a cabin-port) to slide silently past you, while +you are sliding past it.</p> +<p>And yet, to him who knows the past, a dark shadow hangs over all +this beauty; and the air—even in clearest blaze of sunshine—is +full of ghosts. I do not speak of the shadow of negro slavery, +nor of the shadow which, though abolished, it has left behind, not to +be cleared off for generations to come. I speak of the shadow +of war, and the ghosts of gallant soldiers and sailors. Truly +here</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘The spirits of our fathers<br /> Might start +from every wave;<br />For the deck it was their field of fame,<br /> And +ocean was their grave,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>and ask us: What have you done with these islands, which we won for +you with precious blood? What could we answer? We have misused +them, neglected them; till now, ashamed of the slavery of the past, +and too ignorant and helpless to govern them now slavery is gone, we +are half-minded to throw them away again, or to allow them to annex +themselves, in sheer weariness at our imbecility, to the Americans, +who, far too wise to throw them away in their turn, will accept them +gladly as an instalment of that great development of their empire, when +‘The stars and stripes shall float upon Cape Horn.’</p> +<p>But was it for this that these islands were taken and retaken, till +every gully held the skeleton of an Englishman? Was it for this +that these seas were reddened with blood year after year, till the sharks +learnt to gather to a sea-fight, as eagle, kite, and wolf gathered of +old to fights on land? Did all those gallant souls go down to +Hades in vain, and leave nothing for the Englishman but the sad and +proud memory of their useless valour? That at least they have +left.</p> +<p>However we may deplore those old wars as unnecessary; however much +we may hate war in itself, as perhaps the worst of all the superfluous +curses with which man continues to deface himself and this fair earth +of God, yet one must be less than Englishman, less, it may be, than +man, if one does not feel a thrill of pride at entering waters where +one says to oneself,—Here Rodney, on the glorious 12th of April +1782, broke Count de Grasse’s line (teaching thereby Nelson to +do the same in like case), took and destroyed seven French ships of +the line and scattered the rest, preventing the French fleet from joining +the Spaniards at Hispaniola; thus saving Jamaica and the whole West +Indies, and brought about by that single tremendous blow the honourable +peace of 1783. On what a scene of crippled and sinking, shattered +and triumphant ships, in what a sea, must the conquerors have looked +round from the <i>Formidable’s</i> poop, with De Grasse at luncheon +with Rodney in the cabin below, and not, as he had boastfully promised, +on board his own <i>Fills de Paris</i>. Truly, though cynically, +wrote Sir Gilbert Blane, ‘If superior beings make a sport of the +quarrels of mortals, they could not have chosen a better theatre for +this magnificent exhibition, nor could they ever have better entertainment +than this day afforded.’</p> +<p>Yon lovely roadstead of Dominica—there it was that Rodney first +caught up the French on the 9th of April, three days before, and would +have beaten them there and then, had not a great part of his fleet lain +becalmed under these very highlands, past which we are steaming through +water smooth as glass. You glance, again, running down the coast +of Martinique, into a deep bay, ringed round with gay houses embowered +in mango and coconut, with the Piton du Vauclain rising into the clouds +behind it. That is the Cul-de-sac Royal, for years the rendezvous +and stronghold of the French fleets. From it Count de Grasse sailed +out on the fatal 8th of April; and there, beyond it, opens an isolated +rock, of the shape, but double the size, of one of the great Pyramids, +which was once the British sloop of war <i>Diamond Rock.</i></p> +<p>For, in the end of 1803, Sir Samuel Hood saw that French ships passing +to Fort Royal harbour in Martinique escaped him by running through the +deep channel between Pointe du Diamante and this same rock, which rises +sheer out of the water 600 feet, and is about a mile round, and only +accessible at a point to the leeward, and even then only when there +is no surf. He who lands, it is said, has then to creep through +crannies and dangerous steeps, round to the windward side, where the +eye is suddenly relieved by a sloping grove of wild fig-trees, clinging +by innumerable air-roots to the cracks of the stone.</p> +<p>So Hood, with that inspiration of genius so common then among sailors, +laid his seventy-four, the <i>Centaur</i>, close alongside the Diamond; +made a hawser, with a traveller on it, fast to the ship and to the top +of the rock; and in January 1804 got three long 24’s and two 18’s +hauled up far above his masthead by sailors who, as they ‘hung +like clusters,’ appeared ‘like mice hauling a little sausage. +Scarcely could we hear the Governor on the top directing them with his +trumpet; the <i>Centaur</i> lying close under, like a cocoa-nut shell, +to which the hawsers are affixed.’ <a name="citation36"></a><a href="#footnote36">{36}</a> +In this strange fortress Lieutenant James Wilkie Maurice (let his name +be recollected as one of England’s forgotten worthies) was established, +with 120 men and boys, and ammunition, provisions, and water, for four +months; and the rock was borne on the books of the Admiralty as His +Majesty’s ship <i>Diamond Rock</i>, and swept the seas with her +guns till the 1st of June 1805, when she had to surrender, for want +of powder, to a French squadron of two 74’s, a frigate, a corvette, +a schooner, and eleven gunboats, after killing and wounding some seventy +men on the rock alone, and destroying three gunboats, with a loss to +herself of two men killed and one wounded. Remembering which story, +who will blame the traveller if he takes off his hat to His Majesty’s +quondam corvette, as he sees for the first time its pink and yellow +sides shining in the sun, above the sparkling seas over which it domineered +of old? You run onwards toward St. Lucia. Across that channel +Rodney’s line of frigates watched for the expected reinforcement +of the French fleet. The first bay in St. Lucia is Gros islet; +and there is the Gros islet itself—Pigeon Rock, as the English +call it—behind which Rodney’s fleet lay waiting at anchor, +while he himself sat on the top of the rock, day after day, spy-glass +in hand, watching for the signals from his frigates that the French +fleet was on the move.</p> +<p>And those glens and forests of St. Lucia—over them and through +them Sir John Moore and Sir Ralph Abercrombie fought, week after week, +month after month, not merely against French soldiers, but against worse +enemies; ‘Brigands,’ as the poor fellows were called; Negroes +liberated by the Revolution of 1792. With their heads full (and +who can blame them?) of the Rights of Man, and the democratic teachings +of that valiant and able friend of Robespierre, Victor Hugues, they +had destroyed their masters, man, woman, and child, horribly enough, +and then helped to drive out of the island the invading English, who +were already half destroyed, not with fighting, but with fever. +And now ‘St. Lucia the faithful,’ as the Convention had +named her, was swarming with fresh English; and the remaining French +and the drilled Negroes made a desperate stand in the earthworks of +yonder Morne Fortunée, above the harbour, and had to surrender, +with 100 guns and all their stores; and then the poor black fellows, +who only knew that they were free, and intended to remain free, took +to the bush, and fed on the wild cush-cush roots and the plunder of +the plantations, man-hunting, murdering French and English alike, and +being put to death in return whenever caught. Gentle Abercrombie +could not coax them into peace: stern Moore could not shoot and hang +them into it; and the ‘Brigand war’ dragged hideously on, +till Moore—who was nearly caught by them in a six-oared boat off +the Pitons, and had to row for his life to St. Vincent, so saving himself +for the glory of Corunna—was all but dead of fever; and Colonel +James Drummond had to carry on the miserable work, till the whole ‘Armée +Française dans les bois’ laid down their rusty muskets, +on the one condition, that free they had been, and free they should +remain. So they were formed into an English regiment, and sent +to fight on the coast of Africa; and in more senses than one ‘went +to their own place.’ Then St. Lucia was ours till the peace +of 1802; then French again, under the good and wise Nogués; to +be retaken by us in 1803 once and for all.</p> +<p>I tell this little story at some length, as an instance of what these +islands have cost us in blood and treasure. I have heard it regretted +that we restored Martinique to the French, and kept St. Lucia instead. +But in so doing, the British Government acted at least on the advice +which Rodney had given as early as the year 1778. St. Lucia, he +held, would render Martinique and the other islands of little use in +war, owing to its windward situation and its good harbours; for from +St. Lucia every other British island might receive speedy succour. +He advised that the Little Carenage should be made a permanent naval +station, with dockyard and fortifications, and a town built there by +Government, which would, in his opinion, have become a metropolis for +the other islands. And indeed, Nature had done her part to make +such a project easy of accomplishment. But Rodney’s advice +was not taken—any more than his advice to people the island, by +having a considerable quantity of land in each parish allotted to ten-acre +men (<i>i.e</i>. white yeomen), under penalty of forfeiting it to the +Crown should it be ever converted to any other use than provision ground +(<i>i.e</i>. thrown into sugar estates). This advice shows that +Rodney’s genius, though, with the prejudices of his time, he supported +not only slavery, but the slave-trade itself, had perceived one of the +most fatal weaknesses of the slave-holding and sugar-growing system. +And well it would have been for St. Lucia if his advice had been taken. +But neither ten-acre men nor dockyards were ever established in St. +Lucia. The mail-steamers, if they need to go into dock, have, +I am ashamed to say, to go to Martinique, where the French manage matters +better. The admirable Carenage harbour is empty; Castries remains +a little town, small, dirty, dilapidated, and unwholesome; and St. Lucia +itself is hardly to be called a colony, but rather the nucleus of a +colony, which may become hereafter, by energy and good government, a +rich and thickly-peopled garden up to the very mountain-tops.</p> +<p>We went up 800 feet of steep hill, to pay a visit on that Morne Fortunée +which Moore and Abercrombie took, with terrible loss of life, in May +1796; and wondered at the courage and the tenacity of purpose which +could have contrived to invest, and much more to assault, such a stronghold, +‘dragging the guns across ravines and up the acclivities of the +mountains and rocks,’ and then attacking the works only along +one narrow neck of down, which must be fat, to this day, with English +blood.</p> +<p>All was peaceful enough now. The forts were crumbling, the +barracks empty, and the ‘neat cottages, smiling flower gardens, +smooth grass-plats and gravel-walks,’ which were once the pride +of the citadel, replaced for the most part with Guava-scrub and sensitive +plants. But nothing can destroy the beauty of the panorama. +To the north and east a wilderness of mountain peaks; to the west the +Grand Cul-de-sac and the Carenage, mapped out in sheets of blue between +high promontories; and, beyond all, the open sea. What a land: +and in what a climate: and all lying well-nigh as it has been since +the making of the world, waiting for man to come and take possession. +But there, as elsewhere, matters are mending steadily; and in another +hundred years St. Lucia may be an honour to the English race.</p> +<p>We were, of course, anxious to obtain at St. Lucia specimens of that +abominable reptile, the Fer-de-lance, or rat-tailed snake, <a name="citation38"></a><a href="#footnote38">{38}</a> +which is the pest of this island, as well as of the neighbouring island +of Martinique, and, in Père Labat’s time, of lesser Martinique +in the Grenadines, from which, according to Davy, it seems to have disappeared. +It occurs also in Guadaloupe. In great Martinique—so the +French say—it is dangerous to travel through certain woodlands +on account of the Fer-de-lance, who lies along a bough, and strikes, +without provocation, at horse or man. I suspect this statement, +however, to be an exaggeration. I was assured that this was not +the case in St. Lucia; that the snake attacks no oftener than other +venomous snakes,—that is, when trodden on, or when his retreat +is cut off. At all events, it seems easy enough to kill him: so +easy, that I hope yet it may be possible to catch him alive, and that +the Zoological Gardens may at last possess—what they have long +coveted in vain—hideous attraction of a live Fer-de-lance. +The specimens which we brought home are curious enough, even from this +æsthetic point of view. Why are these poisonous snakes so +repulsive in appearance, some of them at least, and that not in proportion +to their dangerous properties? For no one who puts the mere dread +out of his mind will call the Cobras ugly, even anything but beautiful; +nor, again, the deadly Coral snake of Trinidad, whose beauty tempts +children, and even grown people, to play with it, or make a necklace +of it, sometimes to their own destruction. But who will call the +Puff Adder of the Cape, or this very Fer-de-lance, anything but ugly +and horrible: not only from the brutality signified, to us at least, +by the flat triangular head and the heavy jaw, but by the look of malevolence +and craft signified, to us at least, by the eye and the lip? ‘To +us at least,’ I say. For it is an open question, and will +be one, as long as the nominalist and the realist schools of thought +keep up their controversy—which they will do to the world’s +end—whether this seeming hideousness be a real fact: whether we +do not attribute to the snake the same passions which we should expect +to find—and to abhor—in a human countenance of somewhat +the same shape, and then justify our assumption to ourselves by the +creature’s bites, which are actually no more the result of craft +and malevolence than the bite of a frightened mouse or squirrel. +I should be glad to believe that the latter theory were the true one; +that nothing is created really ugly, that the Fer-de-lance looks an +hideous fiend, the Ocelot a beautiful fiend, merely because the outlines +of the Ocelot approach more nearly to those which we consider beautiful +in a human being: but I confess myself not yet convinced. ‘There +is a great deal of human nature in man,’ said the wise Yankee; +and one’s human nature, perhaps one’s common-sense also, +will persist in considering beauty and ugliness as absolute realities, +in spite of one’s efforts to be fair to the weighty arguments +on the other side.</p> +<p>These Fer-de-lances, be that as it may, are a great pest in St. Lucia. +Dr. Davy says that he ‘was told by the Lieutenant-Governor that +as many as thirty rat-tailed snakes were killed in clearing a piece +of land, of no great extent, near Government House.’ I can +well believe this, for about the same number were killed only two years +ago in clearing, probably, the same piece of ground, which is infested +with that creeping pest of the West Indies, the wild Guava-bush, from +which guava-jelly is made. The present Lieutenant-Governor has +offered a small reward for the head of every Fer-de-lance killed: and +the number brought in, in the first month, was so large that I do not +like to quote it merely from memory. Certainly, it was high time +to make a crusade against these unwelcome denizens. Dr. Davy, +judging from a Government report, says that nineteen persons were killed +by them in one small parish in the year 1849; and the death, though +by no means certain, is, when it befalls, a hideous death enough. +If any one wishes to know what it is like, let him read the tragedy +which Sir Richard Schomburgk tells—with his usual brilliance and +pathos, for he is a poet as well as a man of science—in his <i>Travels</i> +<i>in British Guiana</i>, vol. ii. p. 255—how the <i>Craspedocephalus</i>, +coiled on a stone in the ford, let fourteen people walk over him without +stirring, or allowing himself to be seen: and at last rose, and, missing +Schomburgk himself, struck the beautiful Indian bride, the ‘Liebling +der ganzen Gesellschaft;’ and how she died in her bridegroom’s +arms, with horrors which I do not record.</p> +<p>Strangely enough, this snake, so fatal to man, has no power against +another West Indian snake, almost equally common, namely, the Cribo. +<a name="citation40"></a><a href="#footnote40">{40}</a> This brave +animal, closely connected with our common water-snake, is perfectly +harmless, and a welcome guest in West Indian houses, because he clears +them of rats. He is some six or eight feet long, black, with more +or less bright yellow about the tail and under the stomach. He +not only faces the Fer-de-lance, who is often as big as he, but kills +and eats him. It was but last year, I think, that the population +of Carenage turned out to see a fight in a tree between a Cribo and +a Fer-de-lance, of about equal size, which, after a two hours’ +struggle, ended in the Cribo swallowing the Fer-de-lance, head foremost. +But when he had got his adversary about one-third down, the Creoles—just +as so many Englishmen would have done—seeing that all the sport +was over, rewarded the brave Cribo by killing both, and preserving them +as a curiosity in spirits. How the Fer-de-lance came into the +Antilles is a puzzle. The black American scorpion—whose +bite is more dreaded by the Negroes than even the snake’s—may +have been easily brought by ship in luggage or in cargo. But the +Fer-de-lance, whose nearest home is in Guiana, is not likely to have +come on board ship. It is difficult to believe that he travelled +northward by land at the epoch—if such a one there ever was—when +these islands were joined to South America: for if so, he would surely +be found in St. Vincent, in Grenada, and most surely of all in Trinidad. +So far from that being the case, he will not live, it is said, in St. +Vincent. For (so goes the story) during the Carib war of 1795-96, +the savages imported Fer-de-lances from St. Lucia or Martinique, and +turned them loose, in hopes of their destroying the white men: but they +did not breed, dwindled away, and were soon extinct. It is possible +that they, or their eggs, came in floating timber from the Orinoco: +but if so, how is it that they have never been stranded on the east +coast of Trinidad, whither timber without end drifts from that river? +In a word, I have no explanation whatsoever to give; as I am not minded +to fall back on the medieval one, that the devil must have brought them +thither, to plague the inhabitants for their sins.</p> +<p>Among all these beautiful islands, St. Lucia is, I think, the most +beautiful; not indeed on account of the size or form of its central +mass, which is surpassed by that of several others, but on account of +those two extraordinary mountains at its south-western end, which, while +all conical hills in the French islands are called Pitons, bear the +name of The Pitons <i>par excellence</i>. From most elevated points +in the island their twin peaks may be seen jutting up over the other +hills, like, according to irreverent English sailors, the tips of a +donkey’s ears. But, as the steamer runs southward along +the shore, these two peaks open out, and you find yourself in deep water +close to the base of two obelisks, rather than mountains, which rise +sheer out of the sea, one to the height of 2710, the other to that of +2680 feet, about a mile from each other. Between them is the loveliest +little bay; and behind them green wooded slopes rise toward the rearward +mountain of the Souffrière. The whole glitters clear and +keen in blazing sunshine: but behind, black depths of cloud and gray +sheets of rain shroud all the central highlands in mystery and sadness. +Beyond them, without a shore, spreads open sea. But the fantastic +grandeur of the place cannot be described in words. The pencil +of the artist must be trusted. I can vouch that he has not in +the least exaggerated the slenderness and steepness of the rock-masses. +One of them, it is said, has never been climbed; unless a myth which +hangs about it is true. Certain English sailors, probably of Rodney’s +men—and numbering, according to the pleasure of the narrator, +three hundred, thirty, or three—are said to have warped themselves +up it by lianes and scrub; but they found the rock-ledges garrisoned +by an enemy more terrible than any French. Beneath the bites of +the Fer-de-lances, and it may be beneath the blaze of the sun, man after +man dropped; and lay, or rolled down the cliffs. A single survivor +was seen to reach the summit, to wave the Union Jack in triumph over +his head, and then to fall a corpse. So runs the tale, which, +if not true, has yet its value, as a token of what, in those old days, +English sailors were believed capable of daring and of doing.</p> +<p>At the back of these two Pitons is the Souffrière, probably +the remains of the old crater, now fallen in, and only 1000 feet above +the sea: a golden egg to the islanders, were it but used, in case of +war, and any difficulty occurring in obtaining sulphur from Sicily, +a supply of the article to almost any amount might be obtained from +this and the other like Solfaterras of the British Antilles; they being, +so long as the natural distillation of the substance continues active +as at present, inexhaustible. But to work them profitably will +require a little more common-sense than the good folks of St. Lucia +have as yet shown. In 1836 two gentlemen of Antigua, <a name="citation43a"></a><a href="#footnote43a">{43a}</a> +Mr. Bennett and Mr. Wood, set up sulphur works at the Souffrière +of St. Lucia, and began prosperously enough, exporting 540 tons the +first year. ‘But in 1840,’ says Mr. Breen, ‘the +sugar-growers took the alarm,’ fearing, it is to be presumed, +that labour would be diverted from the cane-estates, ‘and at their +instigation the Legislative Council imposed a tax of 16s. sterling on +every ton of purified sulphur exported from the colony.’ +The consequence was that ‘Messrs. Bennett and Wood, after incurring +a heavy loss of time and treasure, had to break up their establishment +and retire from the colony.’ One has heard of the man who +killed the goose to get the golden egg. In this case the goose, +to avoid the trouble of laying, seems to have killed the man.</p> +<p>The next link in the chain, as the steamer runs southward, is St. +Vincent; a single volcano peak, like St. Kitts, or the Basse Terre of +Guadaloupe. Very grand are the vast sheets, probably of lava covered +with ash, which pour down from between two rounded mountains just above +the town. Rich with green canes, they contrast strongly with the +brown ragged cliffs right and left of them, and still more with the +awful depths beyond and above, where, underneath a canopy of bright +white clouds, scowls a purple darkness of cliffs and glens, among which +lies, unseen, the Souffrière.</p> +<p>In vain, both going and coming, by sunlight, and again by moonlight, +when the cane-fields gleamed white below and the hills were pitch-black +above, did we try to catch a sight of this crater-peak. One fact +alone we ascertained, that like all, as far as I have seen, of the West +Indian volcanoes, it does not terminate in an ash-cone, but in ragged +cliffs of blasted rock. The explosion of April 27, 1812, must +have been too violent, and too short, to allow of any accumulation round +the crater. And no wonder; for that single explosion relieved +an interior pressure upon the crust of the earth, which had agitated +sea and land from the Azores to the West Indian islands, the coasts +of Venezuela, the Cordillera of New Grenada, and the valleys of the +Mississippi and Ohio. For nearly two years the earthquakes had +continued, when they culminated in one great tragedy, which should be +read at length in the pages of Humboldt. <a name="citation43b"></a><a href="#footnote43b">{43b}</a> +On March 26, 1812, when the people of Caraccas were assembled in the +churches, beneath a still and blazing sky, one minute of earthquake +sufficed to bury, amid the ruins of churches and houses, nearly 10,000 +souls. The same earthquake wrought terrible destruction along +the whole line of the northern Cordilleras, and was felt even at Santa +Fé de Bogota, and Honda, 180 leagues from Caraccas. But +the end was not yet. While the wretched survivors of Caraccas +were dying of fever and starvation, and wandering inland to escape from +ever-renewed earthquake shocks, among villages and farms, which, ruined +like their own city, could give them no shelter, the almost forgotten +volcano of St. Vincent was muttering in suppressed wrath. It had +thrown out no lava since 1718; if, at least, the eruption spoken of +by Moreau de Jonnés took place in the Souffrière. +According to him, with a terrific earthquake, clouds of ashes were driven +into the air with violent detonations from a mountain situated at the +eastern end of the island. When the eruption had ceased, it was +found that the whole mountain had disappeared. Now there is no +eastern end to St. Vincent, nor any mountain on the east coast: and +the Souffrière is at the northern end. It is impossible, +meanwhile, that the wreck of such a mountain should not have left traces +visible and notorious to this day. May not the truth be, that +the Souffrière had once a lofty cone, which was blasted away +in 1718, leaving the present crater-ring of cliffs and peaks; and that +thus may be explained the discrepancies in the accounts of its height, +which Mr. Scrope gives as 4940 feet, and Humboldt and Dr. Davy at 3000, +a measurement which seems to me to be more probably correct? The +mountain is said to have been slightly active in 1785. In 1812 +its old crater had been for some years (and is now) a deep blue lake, +with walls of rock around 800 feet in height, reminding one traveller +of the Lake of Albano. <a name="citation44"></a><a href="#footnote44">{44}</a> +But for twelve months it had given warning, by frequent earthquake shocks, +that it had its part to play in the great subterranean battle between +rock and steam; and on the 27th of April 1812 the battle began.</p> +<p>A negro boy—he is said to be still alive in St. Vincent—was +herding cattle on the mountain-side. A stone fell near him; and +then another. He fancied that other boys were pelting him from +the cliffs above, and began throwing stones in return. But the +stones fell thicker: and among them one, and then another, too large +to have been thrown by human hand. And the poor little fellow +woke up to the fact that not a boy, but the mountain, was throwing stones +at him; and that the column of black cloud which was rising from the +crater above was not harmless vapour, but dust, and ash, and stone. +He turned, and ran for his life, leaving the cattle to their fate, while +the steam mitrailleuse of the Titans—to which all man’s +engines of destruction are but pop-guns—roared on for three days +and nights, covering the greater part of the island in ashes, burying +crops, breaking branches off the trees, and spreading ruin from which +several estates never recovered; and so the 30th of April dawned in +darkness which might be felt.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, on that same day, to change the scene of the campaign +two hundred and ten leagues, ‘a distance,’ as Humboldt says, +‘equal to that between Vesuvius and Paris,’ ‘the inhabitants, +not only of Caraccas, but of Calabozo, situate in the midst of the Llanos, +over a space of four thousand square leagues, were terrified by a subterranean +noise, which resembled frequent discharges of the loudest cannon. +It was accompanied by no shock: and, what is very remarkable, was as +loud on the coast as at eighty leagues’ distance inland; and at +Caraccas, as well as at Calabozo, preparations were made to put the +place in defence against an enemy who seemed to be advancing with heavy +artillery.’ They might as well have copied the St. Vincent +herd-boy, and thrown their stones, too, at the Titans; for the noise +was, there can be no doubt, nothing else than the final explosion in +St. Vincent far away. The same explosion was heard in Venezuela, +the same at Martinique and Guadaloupe: but there, too, there were no +earthquake shocks. The volcanoes of the two French islands lay +quiet, and left their English brother to do the work. On the same +day a stream of lava rushed down from the mountain, reached the sea +in four hours, and then all was over. The earthquakes which had +shaken for two years a sheet of the earth’s surface larger than +half Europe were stilled by the eruption of this single vent.</p> +<p>No wonder if, with such facts on my memory since my childhood, I +looked up at that Souffrière with awe, as at a giant, obedient +though clumsy, beneficent though terrible, reposing aloft among the +clouds when his appointed work was done.</p> +<p>The strangest fact about this eruption was, that the mountain did +not make use of its old crater. The original vent must have become +so jammed and consolidated, in the few years between 1785 and 1812, +that it could not be reopened, even by a steam-force the vastness of +which may be guessed at from the vastness of the area which it had shaken +for two years. So when the eruption was over, it was found that +the old crater-lake, incredible as it may seem, remained undisturbed, +as far as has been ascertained. But close to it, and separated +only by a knife-edge of rock some 700 feet in height, and so narrow +that, as I was assured by one who had seen it, it is dangerous to crawl +along it, a second crater, nearly as large as the first, had been blasted +out, the bottom of which, in like manner, is now filled with water. +I regretted much that I could not visit it. Three points I longed +to ascertain carefully—the relative heights of the water in the +two craters; the height and nature of the spot where the lava stream +issued; and lastly, if possible, the actual causes of the locally famous +Rabacca, or ‘Dry River,’ one of the largest streams in the +island, which was swallowed up during the eruption, at a short distance +from its source, leaving its bed an arid gully to this day. But +it could not be, and I owe what little I know of the summit of the Souffrière +principally to a most intelligent and gentleman-like young Wesleyan +minister, whose name has escaped me. He described vividly as we +stood together on the deck, looking up at the volcano, the awful beauty +of the twin lakes, and of the clouds which, for months together, whirl +in and out of the cups in fantastic shapes before the eddies of the +trade-wind.</p> +<p>The day after the explosion, ‘Black Sunday,’ gave a proof +of, though no measure of, the enormous force which had been exerted. +Eighty miles to windward lies Barbadoes. All Saturday a heavy +cannonading had been heard to the eastward. The English and French +fleets were surely engaged. The soldiers were called out; the +batteries manned: but the cannonade died away, and all went to bed in +wonder. On the 1st of May the clocks struck six: but the sun did +not, as usual in the tropics, answer to the call. The darkness +was still intense, and grew more intense as the morning wore on. +A slow and silent rain of impalpable dust was falling over the whole +island. The Negroes rushed shrieking into the streets. Surely +the last day was come. The white folk caught (and little blame +to them) the panic; and some began to pray who had not prayed for years. +The pious and the educated (and there were plenty of both in Barbadoes) +were not proof against the infection. Old letters describe the +scene in the churches that morning as hideous—prayers, sobs, and +cries, in Stygian darkness, from trembling crowds. And still the +darkness continued, and the dust fell.</p> +<p>I have a letter, written by one long since dead, who had at least +powers of description of no common order, telling how, when he tried +to go out of his house upon the east coast, he could not find the trees +on his own lawn, save by feeling for their stems. He stood amazed +not only in utter darkness, but in utter silence. For the trade-wind +had fallen dead; the everlasting roar of the surf was gone; and the +only noise was the crashing of branches, snapped by the weight of the +clammy dust. He went in again, and waited. About one o’clock +the veil began to lift; a lurid sunlight stared in from the horizon: +but all was black overhead. Gradually the dust-cloud drifted away; +the island saw the sun once more; and saw itself inches deep in black, +and in this case fertilising, dust. The trade-wind blew suddenly +once more out of the clear east, and the surf roared again along the +shore.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, a heavy earthquake-wave had struck part at least of the +shores of Barbadoes. The gentleman on the east coast, going out, +found traces of the sea, and boats and logs washed up, some 10 to 20 +feet above high-tide mark: a convulsion which seems to have gone unmarked +during the general dismay.</p> +<p>One man at least, an old friend of John Hunter, Sir Joseph Banks +and others their compeers, was above the dismay, and the superstitious +panic which accompanied it. Finding it still dark when he rose +to dress, he opened (so the story used to run) his window; found it +stick, and felt upon the sill a coat of soft powder. ‘The +volcano in St. Vincent has broken out at last,’ said the wise +man, ‘and this is the dust of it.’ So he quieted his +household and his Negroes, lighted his candles, and went to his scientific +books, in that delight, mingled with an awe not the less deep because +it is rational and self-possessed, with which he, like other men of +science, looked at the wonders of this wondrous world.</p> +<p>Those who will recollect that Barbadoes is eighty miles to windward +of St. Vincent, and that a strong breeze from E.N.E. is usually blowing +from the former island to the latter, will be able to imagine, not to +measure, the force of an explosion which must have blown this dust several +miles into the air, above the region of the trade-wind, whether into +a totally calm stratum, or into that still higher one in which the heated +south-west wind is hurrying continually from the tropics toward the +pole. As for the cessation of the trade-wind itself during the +fall of the dust, I leave the fact to be explained by more learned men: +the authority whom I have quoted leaves no doubt in my mind as to the +fact.</p> +<p>On leaving St. Vincent, the track lies past the Grenadines. +For sixty miles, long low islands of quaint forms and euphonious names—Becquia, +Mustique, Canonau, Carriacou, Isle de Rhone—rise a few hundred +feet out of the unfathomable sea, bare of wood, edged with cliffs and +streaks of red and gray rock, resembling, says Dr. Davy, the Cyclades +of the Grecian Archipelago: their number is counted at three hundred. +The largest of them all is not 8000 acres in extent; the smallest about +600. A quiet prosperous race of little yeomen, beside a few planters, +dwell there; the latter feeding and exporting much stock, the former +much provisions, and both troubling themselves less than of yore with +sugar and cotton. They build coasting vessels, and trade with +them to the larger islands; and they might be, it is said, if they chose, +much richer than they are,—if that be any good to them.</p> +<p>The steamer does not stop at any of these little sea-hermitages; +so that we could only watch their shores: and they were worth watching. +They had been, plainly, sea-gnawn for countless ages; and may, at some +remote time, have been all joined in one long ragged chine of hills, +the highest about 1000 feet. They seem to be for the most part +made up of marls and limestones, with trap-dykes and other igneous matters +here and there. And one could not help entertaining the fancy +that they were a specimen of what the other islands were once, or at +least would have been now, had not each of them had its volcanic vents, +to pile up hard lavas thousands of feet aloft, above the marine strata, +and so consolidate each ragged chine of submerged mountain into one +solid conical island, like St. Vincent at their northern end, and at +their southern end that beautiful Grenada to which we were fast approaching, +and which we reached, on our outward voyage, at nightfall; running in +toward a narrow gap of moonlit cliffs, beyond which we could discern +the lights of a town. We did not enter the harbour: but lay close +off its gateway in safe deep water; fired our gun, and waited for the +swarm of negro boats, which began to splash out to us through the darkness, +the jabbering of their crews heard long before the flash of their oars +was seen.</p> +<p>Most weird and fantastic are these nightly visits to West Indian +harbours. Above, the black mountain-depths, with their canopy +of cloud, bright white against the purple night, hung with keen stars. +The moon, it may be on her back in the west, sinking like a golden goblet +behind some rock-fort, half shrouded in black trees. Below, a +line of bright mist over a swamp, with the coco-palms standing up through +it, dark, and yet glistering in the moon. A light here and there +in a house: another here and there in a vessel, unseen in the dark. +The echo of the gun from hill to hill. Wild voices from shore +and sea. The snorting of the steamer, the rattling of the chain +through the hawse-hole; and on deck, and under the quarter, strange +gleams of red light amid pitchy darkness, from engines, galley fires, +lanthorns; and black folk and white folk flitting restlessly across +them.</p> +<p>The strangest show: ‘like a thing in a play,’ says every +one when they see it for the first time. And when at the gun-fire +one tumbles out of one’s berth, and up on deck, to see the new +island, one has need to rub one’s eyes, and pinch oneself—as +I was minded to do again and again during the next few weeks—to +make sure that it is not all a dream. It is always worth the trouble, +meanwhile, to tumble up on deck, not merely for the show, but for the +episodes of West Indian life and manners, which, quaint enough by day, +are sure to be even more quaint at night, in the confusion and bustle +of the darkness. One such I witnessed in that same harbour of +Grenada, not easily to be forgotten.</p> +<p>A tall and very handsome middle-aged brown woman, in a limp print +gown and a gorgeous turban, stood at the gangway in a glare of light, +which made her look like some splendid witch by a Walpurgis night-fire. +‘Tell your boatman to go round to the other side,’ quoth +the officer in charge.</p> +<p>‘Fanqua! (François) You go round oder side +of de ship!’</p> +<p>Fanqua, who seemed to be her son, being sleepy, tipsy, stupid, or +lazy, did not stir.</p> +<p>‘Fanqua! You hear what de officer say? You go round.’</p> +<p>No move.</p> +<p>‘Fanqua! You not ashamed of youself? You not hear +de officer say he turn a steam-pipe over you?’</p> +<p>No move.</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (authoritative).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (indignant).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (argumentative).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (astonished).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (majestic).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (confidentially alluring).</p> +<p>‘Fanqua!’ (regretful). And so on, through every +conceivable tone of expression.</p> +<p>But Fanqua did not move; and the officer and bystanders laughed.</p> +<p>She summoned all her talents, and uttered one last ‘Fanqua!’ +which was a triumph of art.</p> +<p>Shame and surprise were blended in her voice with tenderness and +pity, and they again with meek despair. To have been betrayed, +disgraced, and so unexpectedly, by one whom she loved, and must love +still, in spite of this, his fearful fall!</p> +<p>It was more than heart could bear. Breathing his name but that +once more, she stood a moment, like a queen of tragedy, one long arm +drawing her garments round her, the other outstretched, as if to cast +off—had she the heart to do it—the rebel; and then stalked +away into the darkness of the paddle-boxes—for ever and a day +to brood speechless over her great sorrow? Not in the least. +To begin chattering away to her acquaintances, as if no Fanqua existed +in the world.</p> +<p>It was a piece of admirable play-acting; and was meant to be. +She had been conscious all the while that she was an object of attention—possibly +of admiration—to a group of men; and she knew what was right to +be done and said under the circumstances, and did it perfectly, even +to the smallest change of voice. She was doubtless quite sincere +the whole time, and felt everything which her voice expressed: but she +felt it, because it was proper to feel it; and deceived herself probably +more than she deceived any one about her.</p> +<p>A curious phase of human nature is that same play-acting, effect-studying, +temperament, which ends, if indulged in too much, in hopeless self-deception, +and ‘the hypocrisy which,’ as Mr. Carlyle says, ‘is +honestly indignant that you should think it hypocritical.’ +It is common enough among Negresses, and among coloured people too: +but is it so very uncommon among whites? Is it not the bane of +too many Irish? of too many modern French? of certain English, for that +matter, whom I have known, who probably had no drop of French or Irish +blood in their veins? But it is all the more baneful the higher +the organisation is; because, the more brilliant the intellect, the +more noble the instincts, the more able its victim is to say—‘See: +I feel what I ought, I say what I ought, I do what I ought: and what +more would you have? Why do you Philistines persist in regarding +me with distrust and ridicule? What is this common honesty, and +what is this “single eye,” which you suspect me of not possessing?’</p> +<p>Very beautiful was that harbour of George Town, seen by day. +In the centre an entrance some two hundred yards across: on the right, +a cliff of volcanic sand, interspersed with large boulders hurled from +some volcano now silent, where black women, with baskets on their heads, +were filling a barge with gravel. On the left, rocks of hard lava, +surmounted by a well-lined old fort, strong enough in the days of 32-pounders. +Beyond it, still on the left, the little city, scrambling up the hillside, +with its red roofs and church spires, among coconut and bread-fruit +trees, looking just like a German toy town. In front, at the bottom +of the harbour, villa over villa, garden over garden, up to the large +and handsome Government House, one of the most delectable spots of all +this delectable land; and piled above it, green hill upon green hill, +which, the eye soon discovers, are the Sommas of old craters, one inside +the other towards the central peak of Mount Maitland, 1700 feet high. +On the right bow, low sharp cliff-points of volcanic ash; and on the +right again, a circular lake a quarter of a mile across and 40 feet +in depth, with a coral reef, almost awash, stretching from it to the +ash-cliff on the south side of the harbour mouth. A glance shows +that this is none other than an old crater, like that inside English +Harbour in Antigua, probably that which has hurled out the boulders +and the ash; and one whose temper is still uncertain, and to be watched +anxiously in earthquake times. The Etang du Vieux Bourg is its +name; for, so tradition tells, in the beginning of the seventeenth century +the old French town stood where the white coral-reef gleams under water; +in fact, upon the northern lip of the crater. One day, however, +the Enceladus below turned over in his sleep, and the whole town was +swallowed up, or washed away. The sole survivor was a certain +blacksmith, who thereupon was made—or as sole survivor made himself—Governor +of the island of Grenada. So runs the tale; and so it seemed likely +to run again, during the late earthquake at St. Thomas’s. +For on the very same day, and before any earthquake-wave from St. Thomas’s +had reached Grenada—if any ever reached it, which I could not +clearly ascertain—this Etang du Vieux Bourg boiled up suddenly, +hurling masses of water into the lower part of the town, washing away +a stage, and doing much damage. The people were, and with good +reason, in much anxiety for some hours after: but the little fit of +ill-temper went off, having vented itself, as is well known, in the +sea between St. Thomas’s and Santa Cruz, many miles away.</p> +<p>The bottom of the crater, I was assured, was not permanently altered: +but the same informant—an eye-witness on whom I can fully depend—shared +the popular opinion that it had opened, sucked in sea-water, and spouted +it out again. If so, the good folks of George Town are quite right +in holding that they had a very narrow escape of utter destruction.</p> +<p>An animated and picturesque spot, as the steamer runs alongside, +is the wooden wharf where passengers are to land and the ship to coal. +The coaling Negroes and Negresses, dressed or undressed, in their dingiest +rags, contrast with the country Negresses, in gaudy prints and gaudier +turbans, who carry on their heads baskets of fruit even more gaudy than +their dresses. Both country and town Negroes, meanwhile, look—as +they are said to be—comfortable and prosperous; and I can well +believe the story that beggars are unknown in the island. The +coalers, indeed, are only too well off, for they earn enough, by one +day of violent and degrading toil, to live in reckless shiftless comfort, +and, I am assured, something very like debauchery, till the next steamer +comes in.</p> +<p>No sooner is the plank down, than a struggling line getting on board +meets a struggling line getting on shore; and it is well if the passenger, +on landing, is not besmirched with coal-dust, after a narrow escape +of being shoved into the sea off the stage. But, after all, civility +pays in Grenada, as in the rest of the world; and the Negro, like the +Frenchman, though surly and rude enough if treated with the least haughtiness, +will generally, like the Frenchman, melt at once at a touch of the hat, +and an appeal to ‘Laissez passer Mademoiselle.’ On +shore we got, through be-coaled Negroes, men and women, safe and not +very much be-coaled ourselves; and were driven up steep streets of black +porous lava, between lava houses and walls, and past lava gardens, in +which jutted up everywhere, amid the loveliest vegetation, black knots +and lumps scorched by the nether fires. The situation of the house—the +principal one of the island—to which we drove, is beautiful beyond +description. It stands on a knoll some 300 feet in height, commanded +only by a slight rise to the north; and the wind of the eastern mountains +sweeps fresh and cool through a wide hall and lofty rooms. Outside, +a pleasure-ground and garden, with the same flowers as we plant out +in summer at home; and behind, tier on tier of green wooded hill, with +cottages and farms in the hollows, might have made us fancy ourselves +for a moment in some charming country-house in Wales. But opposite +the drawing-room window rose a <i>Candelabra Cereus</i>, thirty feet +high. On the lawn in front great shrubs of red Frangipani carried +rose-coloured flowers which filled the air with fragrance, at the end +of thick and all but leafless branches. Trees hung over them with +smooth greasy stems of bright copper—which has gained them the +name of ‘Indian skin,’ at least in Trinidad, where we often +saw them wild; another glance showed us that every tree and shrub around +was different from those at home: and we recollected where we were; +and recollected, too, as we looked at the wealth of flower and fruit +and verdure, that it was sharp winter at home. We admired this +and that: especially a most lovely Convolvulus—I know not whether +we have it in our hothouses <a name="citation52a"></a><a href="#footnote52a">{52a}</a>—with +purple maroon flowers; and an old hog-plum <a name="citation52b"></a><a href="#footnote52b">{52b}</a>—Mombin +of the French—a huge tree, which was striking, not so much from +its size as from its shape. Growing among blocks of lava, it had +assumed the exact shape of an English oak in a poor soil and exposed +situation; globular-headed, gnarled, stunted, and most unlike to its +giant brethren of the primeval woods, which range upward 60 or 80 feet +without a branch. We walked up to see the old fort, commanding +the harbour from a height of 800 feet. We sat and rested by the +roadside under a great cotton-wood tree, and looked down on gorges of +richest green, on negro gardens, and groo-groo palms, and here and there +a cabbage-palm, or a huge tree at whose name we could not guess; then +turned through an arch cut in the rock into the interior of the fort, +which now holds neither guns nor soldiers, to see at our feet the triple +harbour, the steep town, and a very paradise of garden and orchard; +and then down again, with the regretful thought, which haunted me throughout +the islands—What might the West Indies not have been by now, had +it not been for slavery, rum, and sugar?</p> +<p>We got down to the steamer again, just in time, happily, not to see +a great fight in the water between two Negroes; to watch which all the +women had stopped their work, and cheered the combatants with savage +shouts and laughter. At last the coaling and the cursing were +over; and we steamed out again to sea.</p> +<p>I have antedated this little episode—delightful for more reasons +than I set down here—because I do not wish to trouble my readers +with two descriptions of the same island—and those mere passing +glimpses.</p> +<p>There are two craters, I should say, in Grenada, beside the harbour. +One, the Grand Etang, lies high in the central group of mountains, which +rise to 3700 feet, and is itself about 1740 feet above the sea. +Dr. Davy describes it as a lake of great beauty, surrounded by bamboos +and tree-ferns. The other crater-lake lies on the north-east coast, +and nearer to the sea-level: and I more than suspect that more would +be recognised, up and down the island, by the eye of a practised geologist.</p> +<p>The southern end of Grenada—of whatsoever rock it may be composed—shows +evidence of the same wave-destruction as do the Grenadines. Arches +and stacks, and low horizontal strata laid bare along the cliff, in +some places white with guano, prove that the sea has been at work for +ages, which must be many and long, considering that the surf, on that +leeward side of the island, is little or none the whole year round. +With these low cliffs, in strongest contrast to the stately and precipitous +southern point of St. Lucia, the southern point of Grenada slides into +the sea, the last of the true Antilles. For Tobago, Robinson Crusoe’s +island, which lies away unseen to windward, is seemingly a fragment +of South America, like the island of Trinidad, to which the steamer +now ran dead south for seventy miles.</p> +<p>It was on the shortest day of the year—St. Thomas’s Day—at +seven in the morning (half-past eleven of English time, just as the +old women at Eversley would have been going round the parish for their +‘goodying’), that we became aware of the blue mountains +of North Trinidad ahead of us; to the west of them the island of the +Dragon’s Mouth; and westward again, a cloud among the clouds, +the last spur of the Cordilleras of the Spanish Main. There was +South America at last; and as a witness that this, too, was no dream, +the blue water of the Windward Islands changed suddenly into foul bottle-green. +The waters of the Orinoco, waters from the peaks of the Andes far away, +were staining the sea around us. With thoughts full of three great +names, connected, as long as civilised man shall remain, with those +waters—Columbus, Raleigh, Humboldt—we steamed on, to see +hills, not standing out, like those of the isles which we had passed, +in intense clearness of green and yellow, purple and blue, but all shrouded +in haze, like those of the Hebrides or the West of Ireland. Onward +through a narrow channel in the mountain-wall, not a rifle-shot across, +which goes by the name of the Ape’s Mouth, banked by high cliffs +of dark Silurian rock—not bare, though, as in Britain, but furred +with timber, festooned with lianes, down to the very spray of the gnawing +surf. One little stack of rocks, not thirty feet high, and as +many broad, stood almost in the midst of the channel, and in the very +northern mouth of it, exposed to the full cut of surf and trade-wind. +But the plants on it, even seen through the glasses, told us where we +were. One huge low tree covered the top with shining foliage, +like that of a Portugal laurel; all around it upright Cerei reared their +gray candelabra, and below them, hanging down the rock to the very surf, +deep green night-blowing Cereus twined and waved, looking just like +a curtain of gigantic stag’s-horn moss. We ran through the +channel; then amid more low wooded islands, it may be for a mile, before +a strong back current rushing in from the sea; and then saw before us +a vast plain of muddy water. No shore was visible to the westward; +to the eastward the northern hills of Trinidad, forest clad, sank to +the water; to the south lay a long line of coast, generally level with +the water’s edge, and green with mangroves, or dotted with coco-palms. +That was the Gulf of Paria, and Trinidad beyond.</p> +<p>Shipping at anchor, and buildings along the flat shore, marked Port +of Spain, destined hereafter to stand, not on the seaside, but, like +Lynn in Norfolk, and other fen-land towns, in the midst of some of the +richest reclaimed alluvial in the world.</p> +<p>As the steamer stopped at last, her screw whirled up from the bottom +clouds of yellow mud, the mingled deposits of the Caroni and the Orinoco. +In half an hour more we were on shore, amid Negroes, Coolies, Chinese, +French, Spaniards, short-legged Guaraon dogs, and black vultures.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER III: TRINIDAD</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>It may be worth while to spend a few pages in telling something of +the history of this lovely island since the 31st of July 1499, when +Columbus, on his third voyage, sighted the three hills in the south-eastern +part. He had determined, it is said, to name the first land which +he should see after the Blessed Trinity; the triple peaks seemed to +him a heaven-sent confirmation of his intent, and he named the island +Trinidad; but the Indians called it Iere.</p> +<p>He ran from Punta Galera, at the north-eastern extremity—so +named from the likeness of a certain rock to a galley under sail—along +the east and south of the island; turned eastward at Punta Galeota; +and then northward, round Punta Icacque, through the Boca Sierpe, or +serpent’s mouth, into the Gulf of Paria, which he named ‘Golfo +de Balena,’ the Gulf of the Whale, and ‘Golfo Triste,’ +the Sad Gulf; and went out by the northern passage of the Boca Drago. +The names which he gave to the island and its surroundings remain, with +few alterations, to this day.</p> +<p>He was surprised, says Washington Irving, at the verdure and fertility +of the country, having expected to find it more parched and sterile +as he approached the equator; whereas he beheld groves of palm-trees, +and luxuriant forests sweeping down to the seaside, with fountains and +running streams beneath the shade. The shore was low and uninhabited: +but the country rose in the interior, and was cultivated in many places, +and enlivened by hamlets and scattered habitations. In a word, +the softness and purity of the climate, and the verdure, freshness, +and sweetness of the country, appeared to equal the delights of early +spring in the beautiful province of Valencia in Spain.</p> +<p>He found the island peopled by a race of Indians with fairer complexions +than any he had hitherto seen; ‘people all of good stature, well +made, and of very graceful bearing, with much and smooth hair.’ +They wore, the chiefs at least, tunics of coloured cotton, and on their +heads beautiful worked handkerchiefs, which looked in the distance as +if they were made of silk. The women, meanwhile, according to +the report of Columbus’s son, seem, some of them at least, to +have gone utterly without clothing.</p> +<p>They carried square bucklers, the first Columbus had seen in the +New World; and bows and arrows, with which they made feeble efforts +to drive off the Spaniards who landed at Punta Arenal, near Icacque, +and who, finding no streams, sank holes in the sand, and so filled their +casks with fresh water, as may be done, it is said, at the same spot +even now.</p> +<p>And there—the source of endless misery to these happy harmless +creatures—a certain Cacique, so goes the tale, took off Columbus’s +cap of crimson velvet, and replaced it with a circle of gold which he +wore.</p> +<p>Alas for them! That fatal present of gold brought down on them +enemies far more ruthless than the Caribs of the northern islands, who +had a habit of coming down in their canoes and carrying off the gentle +Arrawaks to eat them at their leisure, after the fashion which Defoe, +always accurate, has immortalised in <i>Robinson Crusoe</i>. Crusoe’s +island is, almost certainly, meant for Tobago; Man Friday had been stolen +in Trinidad.</p> +<p>Columbus came no more to Trinidad. But the Spaniards had got +into their wicked heads that there must be gold somewhere in the island; +and they came again and again. Gold they could not get; for it +does not exist in Trinidad. But slaves they could get; and the +history of the Indians of Trinidad for the next century is the same +as that of the rest of the West Indies: a history of mere rapine and +cruelty. The Arrawaks, to do them justice, defended themselves +more valiantly than the still gentler people of Hayti, Cuba, Jamaica, +Porto Rico, and the Lucayas: but not so valiantly as the fierce cannibal +Caribs of the Lesser Antilles, whom the Spaniards were never able to +subdue.</p> +<p>It was in 1595, nearly a century after Columbus discovered the island, +that ‘Sir Robert Duddeley in the <i>Bear</i>, with Captain Munck, +in the <i>Beare’s Whelpe</i>, with two small pinnesses, called +the <i>Frisking</i> and the <i>Earwig</i>,’ ran across from Cape +Blanco in Africa, straight for Trinidad, and anchored in Cedros Bay, +which he calls Curiapan, inside Punta Icacque and Los Gallos—a +bay which was then, as now, ‘very full of pelicans.’ +The existence of the island was known to the English: but I am not aware +that any Englishman had explored it. Two years before, an English +ship, whose exploits are written in Hakluyt by one Henry May, had run +in, probably to San Fernando, ‘to get refreshing; but could not, +by reason the Spaniards had taken it. So that for want of victuals +the company would have forsaken the ship.’ How different +might have been the history of Trinidad, if at that early period, while +the Indians were still powerful, a little colony of English had joined +them, and intermarried with them. But it was not to be. +The ship got away through the Boca Drago. The year after, seemingly, +Captain Whiddon, Raleigh’s faithful follower, lost eight men in +the island in a Spanish ambush. But Duddeley was the first Englishman, +as far as I am aware, who marched, ‘for his experience and pleasure, +four long marches through the island; the last fifty miles going and +coming through a most monstrous thicke wood, for so is most part of +the island; and lodging myself in Indian townes.’ Poor Sir +Robert—‘larding the lean earth as he stalked along’—in +ruff and trunk hose, possibly too in burning steel breastplate, most +probably along the old Indian path from San Fernando past Savannah Grande, +and down the Ortoire to Mayaro on the east coast. How hot he must +have been. How often, we will hope, he must have bathed on the +journey in those crystal brooks, beneath the balisiers and the bamboos. +He found ‘a fine-shaped and a gentle people, all naked and painted +red’ (with roucou), ‘their commanders wearing crowns of +feathers,’ and a country ‘fertile and full of fruits, strange +beasts and fowls, whereof munkeis, babions, and parats were in great +abundance.’ His ‘munkeis’ were, of course, the +little Sapajous; his ‘babions’ no true Baboons; for America +disdains that degraded and dog-like form; but the great red Howlers. +He was much delighted with the island; and ‘inskonced himself’—<i>i.e</i>. +built a fort: but he found the Spanish governor, Berreo, not well pleased +at his presence; ‘and no gold in the island save Marcasite’ +(iron pyrites); considered that Berreo and his three hundred Spaniards +were ‘both poore and strong, and so he had no reason to assault +them.’ He had but fifty men himself, and, moreover, was +tired of waiting in vain for Sir Walter Raleigh. So he sailed +away northward, on the 12th of March, to plunder Spanish ships, with +his brains full of stories of El Dorado, and the wonders of the Orinoco—among +them ‘four golden half-moons weighing a noble each, and two bracelets +of silver,’ which a boat’s crew of his had picked up from +the Indians on the other side of the Gulf of Paria.</p> +<p>He left somewhat too soon. For on the 22d of March Raleigh +sailed into Cedros Bay, and then went up to La Brea and the Pitch Lake. +There he noted, as Columbus had done before him, oysters growing on +the mangrove roots; and noted, too, ‘that abundance of stone pitch, +that all the ships of the world might be therewith laden from thence; +and we made trial of it in trimming our shippes, to be most excellent +good, and melteth not with the sun as the pitch of Norway.’ +From thence he ran up the west coast to ‘the mountain of Annaparima’ +(St. Fernando hill), and passing the mouth of the Caroni, anchored at +what was then the village of Port of Spain.</p> +<p>There some Spaniards boarded him, to buy linen and other things, +all which he ‘entertained kindly, and feasted after our manner, +by means whereof I learned as much of the estate of Guiana as I could, +or as they knew, for those poore souldiers having been many years without +wine, a few draughts made them merrie, in which mood they vaunted of +Guiana and the riches thereof,’—much which it had been better +for Raleigh had he never heard.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the Indians came to him every night with lamentable complaints +of Berreo’s cruelty. ‘He had divided the island and +given to every soldier a part. He made the ancient Caciques that +were lords of the court, to be their slaves. He kept them in chains; +he dropped their naked bodies with burning bacon, and such other torments, +which’ (continues Raleigh) ‘I found afterward to be true. +For in the city’ (San Josef), ‘when I entered it, there +were five lords, or little kings, in one chain, almost dead of famine, +and wasted with torments.’ Considering which; considering +Berreo’s treachery to Whiddon’s men; and considering also +that as Berreo himself, like Raleigh, was just about to cross the gulf +to Guiana in search of El Dorado, and expected supplies from Spain; +‘to leave a garrison in my back, interested in the same enterprise, +I should have savoured very much of the asse.’ So Raleigh +fell upon the ‘Corps du Guard’ in the evening, put them +to the sword, sent Captain Caulfield with sixty soldiers onward, following +himself with forty more, up the Caroni river, which was then navigable +by boats; and took the little town of San Josef.</p> +<p>It is not clear whether the Corps du Guard which he attacked was +at Port of Spain itself, or at the little mud fort at the confluence +of the Caroni and San Josef rivers, which was to be seen, with some +old pieces of artillery in it, in the memory of old men now living. +But that he came up past that fort, through the then primeval forest, +tradition reports; and tells, too, how the prickly climbing palm, <a name="citation58"></a><a href="#footnote58">{58}</a> +the Croc-chien, or Hook-dog, pest of the forests, got its present name +upon that memorable day. For, as the Spanish soldiers ran from +the English, one of them was caught in the innumerable hooks of the +Croc-chien, and never looking behind him in his terror, began shouting, +‘Suelta mi, Ingles!’ (Let me go, Englishman!)—or, +as others have it, ‘Valga mi, Ingles!’ (Take ransom +for me, Englishman!)—which name the palm bears unto this day.</p> +<p>So Raleigh, having, as one historian of Trinidad says, ‘acted +like a tiger, lest he should savour of the ass,’ went his way +to find El Dorado, and be filled with the fruit of his own devices: +and may God have mercy on him; and on all who, like him, spoil the noblest +instincts, and the noblest plans, for want of the ‘single eye.’</p> +<p>But before he went, he ‘called all the Caciques who were enemies +to the Spaniard, for there were some that Berreo had brought out of +other countreys and planted there, to eat out and waste those that were +natural of the place; and, by his Indian interpreter that he had brought +out of England, made them understand that he was the servant of a Queene, +who was the great Cacique of the North, and a virgin, and had more Caciques +under her than there were trees in that island; and that she was an +enemy to the Castellani in respect of their tyranny and oppression, +and that she delivered all such nations about her as were by them oppressed, +and, having freed all the northern world from their servitude, had sent +me to free them also, and withal to defend the country of Guiana from +their invasion and conquest. I showed them her Majesty’s +picture’ (doubtless in ruff, farthingale, and stomacher laden +with jewels), ‘which they so admired and honoured, as it had been +easy to make them idolatrous thereof.’</p> +<p>And so Raleigh, with Berreo as prisoner, ‘hasted away toward +his proposed discovery,’ leaving the poor Indians of Trinidad +to be eaten up by fresh inroads of the Spaniards.</p> +<p>There were, in his time, he says, five nations of Indians in the +island,—‘Jaios,’ ‘Arwacas,’ ‘Salvayos’ +(Salivas?), ‘Nepoios,’ and round San Josef ‘Carinepagotes’; +and there were others, he confesses, which he does not name. Evil +times were come upon them. Two years after, the Indians at Punta +Galera (the north-east point of the island) told poor Keymis that they +intended to escape to Tobago when they could no longer keep Trinidad, +though the Caribs of Dominica were ‘such evil neighbours to it’ +that it was quite uninhabited. Their only fear was lest the Spaniards, +worse neighbours than even the Caribs, should follow them thither.</p> +<p>But as Raleigh and such as he went their way, Berreo and such as +he seem to have gone their way also. The ‘Conquistadores,’ +the offscourings not only of Spain but of South Germany, and indeed +of every Roman Catholic country in Europe, met the same fate as befell, +if monk chroniclers are to be trusted, the great majority of the Normans +who fought at Hastings. ‘The bloodthirsty and deceitful +men did not live out half their days.’ By their own passions, +and by no miraculous Nemesis, they civilised themselves off the face +of the earth; and to them succeeded, as to the conquerors at Hastings, +a nobler and gentler type of invaders. During the first half of +the seventeenth century, Spaniards of ancient blood and high civilisation +came to Trinidad, and re-settled the island: especially the family of +Farfan—‘Farfan de los Godos,’ once famous in mediæval +chivalry—if they will allow me the pleasure of for once breaking +a rule of mine, and mentioning a name—who seem to have inherited +for some centuries the old blessings of Psalm xxxvii.—</p> +<p>‘Put thou thy trust in the Lord, and be doing good; dwell in +the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.</p> +<p>‘The Lord knoweth the days of the godly: and their inheritance +shall endure for ever.</p> +<p>‘They shall not be confounded in perilous times; and in the +days of dearth they shall have enough.’</p> +<p>Toward the end of the seventeenth century the Indians summoned up +courage to revolt, after a foolish ineffectual fashion. According +to tradition, and an old ‘romance muy doloroso,’ which might +have been heard sung within the last hundred years, the governor, the +Cabildo, and the clergy went to witness an annual feast of the Indians +at Arena, a sandy spot (as its name signifies) near the central mountain +of Tamana. In the middle of one of their warlike dances, the Indians, +at a given signal, discharged a flight of arrows, which killed the governor, +all the priests, and almost all the rest of the whites. Only a +Farfan escaped, not without suspicion of forewarning by the rebels. +He may have been a merciful man and just; while considering the gentle +nature of the Indians, it is possible that some at least of their victims +deserved their fate, and that the poor savages had wrongs to avenge +which had become intolerable. As for the murder of the priests, +we must remember always that the Inquisition was then in strength throughout +Spanish America; and could be, if it chose, aggressive and ruthless +enough.</p> +<p>By the end of the seventeenth century there were but fifteen pueblos, +or Indian towns, in the island; and the smallpox had made fearful ravages +among them. Though they were not forced to work as slaves, a heavy +capitation tax, amounting, over most of the island, to two dollars a +head, was laid on them almost to the end of the last century. +There seems to have been no reason in the nature of things why they +should not have kept up their numbers; for the island was still, nineteen-twentieths +of it, rich primeval forest. It may have been that they could +not endure the confined life in the pueblos, or villages, to which they +were restricted by law. But, from some cause or other, they died +out, and that before far inferior numbers of invaders. In 1783, +when the numbers of the whites were only 126, of the free coloured 295, +and of the slaves 310, the Indians numbered only 2032. In 1798, +after the great immigration from the French West Indies, there were +but 1082 Indians in the island. It is true that the white population +had increased meanwhile to 2151, the free coloured to 4476, and the +slaves to 10,000. But there was still room in plenty for 2000 +Indians. Probably many of them had been absorbed by intermarriage +with the invaders. At present, there is hardly an Indian of certainly +pure blood in the island, and that only in the northern mountains.</p> +<p>Trinidad ought to have been, at least for those who were not Indians, +a happy place from the seventeenth almost to the nineteenth century, +if it be true that happy is the people who have no history. Certain +Dutchmen, whether men of war or pirates is not known, attacked it some +time toward the end of the seventeenth century, and, trying to imitate +Raleigh, were well beaten in the jungles between the Caroni and San +Josef. The Indians, it is said, joined the Spaniards in the battle; +and the little town of San Josef was rewarded for its valour by being +raised to the rank of a city by the King of Spain.</p> +<p>The next important event which I find recorded is after the treaty +of 27th August 1701, between ‘His Most Christian’ and ‘His +Most Catholic Majesty,’ by which the Royal Company of Guinea, +established in France, was allowed to supply the Spanish colonies with +4800 Negroes per annum for ten years; of whom Trinidad took some share, +and used them in planting cacao. So much the worse for it.</p> +<p>Next Captain Teach, better known as ‘Blackboard,’ made +his appearance about 1716, off Port of Spain; plundered and burnt a +brig laden with cacao; and when a Spanish frigate came in, and cautiously +cannonaded him at a distance, sailed leisurely out of the Boca Grande. +Little would any Spanish Guarda Costa trouble the soul of the valiant +Captain Teach, with his six pistols slung in bandoliers down his breast, +lighted matches stuck underneath the brim of his hat, and his famous +black beard, the terror of all merchant captains from Trinidad to Guinea +River, twisted into tails, and tied up with ribbons behind his ears. +How he behaved himself for some years as a ‘ferocious human pig,’ +like Ignatius Loyola before his conversion, with the one virtue of courage; +how he would blow out the candle in the cabin, and fire at random into +his crew, on the ground ‘that if he did not kill one of them now +and then they would forget who he was’; how he would shut down +the hatches, and fill the ship with the smoke of brimstone and what +not, to see how long he and his could endure a certain place,—to +which they are, some of them, but too probably gone; how he has buried +his money, or said that he had, ‘where none but he and Satan could +find it, and the longest liver should take all’; how, out of some +such tradition, Edgar Poe built up the wonderful tale of the <i>Gold +Bug</i>; how the planters of certain Southern States, and even the Governor +of North Carolina, paid him blackmail, and received blackmail from him +likewise; and lastly, how he met a man as brave as he, but with a clear +conscience and a clear sense of duty, in the person of Mr. Robert Maynard, +first lieutenant of the <i>Pearl</i>, who found him after endless difficulties, +and fought him hand-to-hand in Oberecock River, in Virginia, ‘the +lieutenant and twelve men against Blackbeard and fourteen, till the +sea was tinctured with blood around the vessel’; and how Maynard +sailed into Bathtown with the gory head, black beard and all, hung at +his jibboom end; all this is written—in the books in which it +is written; which need not be read now, however sensational, by the +British public.</p> +<p>The next important event which I find recorded in the annals of Trinidad +is, that in 1725 the cacao crop failed. Some perhaps would have +attributed the phenomenon to a comet, like that Sir William Beeston +who, writing in 1664, says—‘About this time appeared first +the comet, which was the forerunner of the blasting of the cacao-trees, +when they generally failed in Jamaica, Cuba, and Hispaniola.’ +But no comet seems to have appeared in 1725 whereon to lay the blame; +and therefore Father Gumilla, the Jesuit, may have been excused for +saying that the failure of the trees was owing to the planters not paying +their tithes; and for fortifying his statement by the fact that one +planter alone, named Rabelo, who paid his tithes duly, saved his trees +and his crop.</p> +<p>The wicked (according to Dauxion Lavaysse, a Frenchman inoculated +somewhat with scientific and revolutionary notions, who wrote a very +clever book, unfortunately very rare now) said that the Trinidad cacao +was then, as now, very excellent; that therefore it was sold before +it was gathered; and that thus the planters were able to evade the payment +of tithes. But Señor Rabelo had planted another variety, +called Forestero, from the Brazils, which was at once of hardier habit, +inferior quality, and slower ripening. Hence his trees withstood +the blight: but, <i>en revanche</i>, hence also, merchants would not +buy his crop before it was picked: thus his duty became his necessity, +and he could not help paying his tithes.</p> +<p>Be that as it may, the good folk of Trinidad (and, to judge from +their descendants, there must have been good folk among them) grew, +from the failure of the cacao plantations, exceeding poor; so that in +1733 they had to call a meeting at San Josef, in order to tax the inhabitants, +according to their means, toward thatching the Cabildo hall with palm-leaves. +Nay, so poor did they become, that in 1740, the year after the smallpox +had again devastated the island and the very monkeys had died of it,—as +the hapless creatures died of cholera in hundreds a few years since, +and of yellow fever the year before last, sensibly diminishing their +numbers near the towns—let the conceit of human nature wince under +the fact as it will, it cannot wince from under the fact,—in 1740, +I say the war between Spain and England—that about Jenkins’s +ear—forced them to send a curious petition to his Majesty of Spain; +and to ask—Would he be pleased to commiserate their situation? +The failure of the cacao had reduced them to such a state of destitution +that they could not go to Mass save once a year, to fulfil their ‘annual +precepts’; when they appeared in clothes borrowed from each other.</p> +<p>Nay, it is said by those who should know best, that in those days +the whole august body of the Cabildo had but one pair of small-clothes, +which did duty among all the members.</p> +<p>Let no one be shocked. The small-clothes desiderated would +have been of black satin, probably embroidered; and fit, though somewhat +threadbare, for the thigh of a magistrate and gentleman of Spain. +But he would not have gone on ordinary days in a sansculottic state. +He would have worn that most comfortable of loose nether garments, which +may be seen on sailors in prints of the great war, and which came in +again a while among the cunningest Highland sportsmen, namely, slops. +Let no one laugh, either, at least in contempt, as the average British +Philistine will think himself bound to do, at the fact that these men +had not only no balance at their bankers, but no bankers with whom to +have a balance. No men are more capable of supporting poverty +with content and dignity than the Spaniards of the old school. +For none are more perfect gentlemen, or more free from the base modern +belief that money makes the man; and I doubt not that a member of the +old Cabildo of San Josef in slops was far better company than an average +British Philistine in trousers.</p> +<p>So slumbered on, only awakening to an occasional gentle revolt against +their priests, or the governor sent to them from the Spanish Court, +the good Spaniards of Trinidad; till the peace of 1783 woke them up, +and they found themselves suddenly in a new, and an unpleasantly lively, +world.</p> +<p>Rodney’s victories had crippled Spain utterly; and crippled, +too, the French West Indian islands, though not France itself: but the +shrewd eye of a M. Rome de St. Laurent had already seen in Trinidad +a mine of wealth, which might set up again, not the Spanish West Indians +merely, but those of the French West Indians who had exhausted, as they +fancied, by bad cultivation, the soils of Guadaloupe, Martinique, and +St. Lucia. He laid before the Intendant at Caraccas, on whom Trinidad +then depended, a scheme of colonisation, which was accepted, and carried +out in 1783, by a man who, as far as I can discover, possessed in a +pre-eminent degree that instinct of ruling justly, wisely, gently, and +firmly, which is just as rare in this age as it was under the <i>ancien +régime</i>. Don Josef Maria Chacon was his name,—a +man, it would seem, like poor Kaiser Joseph of Austria, born before +his time. Among his many honourable deeds, let this one at least +be remembered; that he turned out of Trinidad, the last Inquisitor who +ever entered it.</p> +<p>Foreigners, who must be Roman Catholics (though on this point Chacon +was as liberal as public opinion allowed him to be), were invited to +settle on grants of Crown land. Each white person of either sex +was to have some thirty-two acres, and half that quantity for every +slave that he should bring. Free people of colour were to have +half the quantity; and a long list of conditions was annexed, which, +considering that they were tainted with the original sin of slave-holding, +seem wise and just enough. Two articles especially prevented, +as far as possible, absenteeism. Settlers who retired from the +island might take away their property; but they must pay ten per cent +on all which they had accumulated; and their lands reverted to the Crown. +Similarly, if the heirs of a deceased settler should not reside in the +colony, fifteen per cent was to be levied on the inheritance. +Well had it been for every West Indian island, British or other, if +similar laws had been in force in them for the last hundred years.</p> +<p>So into Trinidad poured, for good and evil, a mixed population, principally +French, to the number of some 12,000; till within a year or two the +island was Spanish only in name. The old Spaniards, who held, +many of them, large sheets of the forests which they had never cleared, +had to give them up, with grumblings and heart-burnings, to the newcomers. +The boundaries of these lands were uncertain. The island had never +been surveyed: and no wonder. The survey has been only completed +during the last few years; and it is a mystery, to the non-scientific +eye, how it has ever got done. One can well believe the story +of the northern engineer who, when brought over to plan out a railroad, +shook his head at the first sight of the ‘high woods.’ +‘At home,’ quoth he, ‘one works outside one’s +work: here one works inside it.’ Considering the density +of the forests, one may as easily take a general sketch of a room from +underneath the carpet as of Trinidad from the ground. However, +thanks to the energy of a few gentlemen, who found occasional holes +in the carpet through which they could peep, the survey of Trinidad +is now about complete.</p> +<p>But in those days ignorance of the island, as well as the battle +between old and new interests, brought lawsuits, and all but civil war. +Many of the French settlers were no better than they should be; many +had debts in other islands; many of the Negroes had been sent thither +because they were too great ruffians to be allowed at home; and, what +was worse, the premium of sixteen acres of land for every slave imported +called up a system of stealing slaves, and sometimes even free coloured +people, from other islands, especially from Grenada, by means of ‘artful +Negroes and mulatto slaves,’ who were sent over as crimps. +I shall not record the words in which certain old Spaniards describe +the new population of Trinidad ninety years ago. They, of course, +saw everything in the blackest light; and the colony has long since +weeded and settled itself under a course of good government. But +poor Don Josef Maria Chacon must have had a hard time of it while he +tried to break into something like order such a motley crew.</p> +<p>He never broke them in, poor man. For just as matters were +beginning to right themselves, the French Revolution broke out; and +every French West Indian island burst into flame,—physical, alas! +as well as moral. Then hurried into Trinidad, to make confusion +worse confounded, French Royalist families, escaping from the horrors +in Hayti; and brought with them, it is said, many still faithful house-slaves +born on their estates. But the Republican French, being nearly +ten to one, were practical masters of the island; and Don Chacon, whenever +he did anything unpopular, had to submit to ‘manifestations,’ +with tricolour flag, <i>Marseillaise</i>, and <i>Ça Ira</i>, +about the streets of Port of Spain; and to be privately informed by +Admiral Artizabal that a guillotine was getting ready to cut off the +heads of all loyal Spaniards, French, and British. This may have +been an exaggeration: but wild deeds were possible enough in those wild +days. Artizabal, the story goes, threatened to hang a certain +ringleader (name not given) at his yard-arm. Chacon begged the +man’s life, and the fellow was ‘spared to become the persecutor +of his preserver, even to banishment, and death from a broken heart.’ +<a name="citation65"></a><a href="#footnote65">{65}</a></p> +<p>At last the explosion came. The English sloop <i>Zebra</i> +was sent down into the Gulf of Paria to clear it of French privateers, +manned by the defeated maroons and brigands of the French islands, who +were paying respect to no flag, but pirating indiscriminately. +Chacon confessed himself glad enough to have them exterminated. +He himself could not protect his own trade. But the neutrality +of the island must be respected. Skinner, the <i>Zebra’s</i> +captain, sailed away towards the Boca, and found, to his grim delight, +that the privateers had mistaken him for a certain English merchantman +whom they had blockaded in Port of Spain, and were giving him chase. +He let them come up and try to board; and what followed may be easily +guessed. In three-quarters of an hour they were all burnt, sunk, +or driven on shore; the remnant of their crews escaped to Port of Spain, +to join the French Republicans and vow vengeance.</p> +<p>Then, in a hapless hour, Captain Vaughan came into Port of Spain +in the <i>Alarm</i> frigate. His intention was, of course, to +protect the British and Spanish. They received him with open arms. +But the privateers’ men attacked a boat’s crew of the <i>Alarm</i>, +were beaten, raised a riot, and attacked a Welsh lady’s house +where English officers were at a party; after which, with pistol shots +and climbing over back walls, the English, by help of a few Spanish +gentlemen, escaped, leaving behind them their surgeon severely wounded.</p> +<p>Next morning, at sunrise, almost the whole of the frigate’s +crew landed in Port of Spain, fully armed, with Captain Vaughan at their +head; the hot Welsh blood boiling in him. He unfurled the British +flag, and marched into the town to take vengeance on the mob. +A Spanish officer, with two or three men, came forward. What did +a British captain mean by violating the law of nations? Vaughan +would chastise the rascally French who had attacked his men. Then +he must either kill the Spaniard or take him prisoner: and the officer +tendered his sword.</p> +<p>‘I will not accept the arms of a brave man who is doing his +duty,’ quoth poor over-valiant Vaughan, and put him aside. +The hot Welsh blood was nevertheless the blood of a gentleman. +They struck up ‘Britons, Strike Home,’ and marched on. +The British and Spanish came out to entreat him. If a fight began, +they would be all massacred. Still he marched on. The French, +with three or four thousand slaves, armed, and mounting the tricolour +cockade, were awaiting them, seemingly on the Savannah north of the +town. Chacon was at his wits’ end. He had but eighty +soldiers, who said openly they would not fire on the English, but on +the French. But the English were but 240, and the French twelve +times that number. By deft cutting through cross streets Chacon +got between the two bodies of madmen, and pleaded the indignity to Spain +and the violation of neutral ground. The English must fight him +before they fought the French. They would beat him: but as soon +as the first shot was fired, the French would attack them likewise, +and both parties alike would be massacred in the streets.</p> +<p>The hot Welsh blood cooled down before reason, and courage. +Vaughan saluted Chacon; and marched back, hooted by the Republicans, +who nevertheless kept at a safe distance. The French hunted every +English and Irish person out of the town, some escaping barely with +their lives. Only one man, however, was killed; and he, poor faithful +slave, was an English Negro.</p> +<p>Vaughan saw that he had done wrong; that he had possibly provoked +a war; and made for his error the most terrible reparation which man +can make.</p> +<p>His fears were not without foundation. His conduct formed the +principal count in the list of petty complaints against England, on +the strength of which, five months after, in October 1796, Spain declared +war against England, and, in conjunction with France and Holland, determined +once more to dispute the empire of the seas.</p> +<p>The moment was well chosen. England looked, to those who did +not know her pluck, to have sunk very low. Franco was rising fast; +and Buonaparte had just begun his Italian victories. So the Spanish +Court—or at least Godoy, ‘Prince of Peace’—sought +to make profit out of the French Republic. About the first profit +which it made was the battle of St. Vincent; about the second, the loss +of Trinidad.</p> +<p>On February 14, while Jervis and Nelson were fighting off Cape St. +Vincent, Harvey and Abercrombie came into Carriacou in the Grenadines +with a gallant armada; seven ships of the line, thirteen other men-of-war, +and nigh 8000 men, including 1500 German jägers, on board.</p> +<p>On the 16th they were struggling with currents of the Bocas, piloted +by a Mandingo Negro, Alfred Sharper, who died in 1836, 105 years of +age. The line-of-battle ships anchored in the magnificent land-locked +harbour of Chaguaramas, just inside the Boca de Monos. The frigates +and transports went up within five miles of Port of Spain.</p> +<p>Poor Chacon had, to oppose this great armament, 5000 Spanish troops, +300 of them just recovering from yellow fever; a few old Spanish militia, +who loved the English better than the French; and what Republican volunteers +he could get together. They of course clamoured for arms, and +demanded to be led against the enemy, as to this day; forgetting, as +to this day, that all the fiery valour of Frenchmen is of no avail without +officers, and without respect for those officers. Beside them, +there lay under a little fort on Gaspar Grande island, in Chaguaramas +harbour—ah, what a Paradise to be denied by war—four Spanish +line-of-battle ships and a frigate. Their admiral, Apodaca, was +a foolish old devotee. Their crews numbered 1600 men, 400 of whom +were in hospital with yellow fever, and many only convalescent. +The terrible Victor Hugues, it is said, offered a band of Republican +sympathisers from Guadaloupe: but Chacon had no mind to take that Trojan +horse within his fortress. ‘We have too many lawless Republicans +here already. Should the King send me aid, I will do my duty to +preserve his colony for the crown: if not, it must fall into the hands +of the English, whom I believe to be generous enemies, and more to be +trusted than treacherous friends.’</p> +<p>What was to be done? Perhaps only that which was done. +Apodaca set fire to his ships, either in honest despair, or by orders +from the Prince of Peace. At least, he would not let them fall +into English hands. At three in the morning Port of Spain woke +up, all aglare with the blaze six miles away to the north-west. +Negroes ran and shrieked, carrying this and that up and down upon their +heads. Spaniards looked out, aghast. Frenchmen, cried, ‘Aux +armes!’ and sang the <i>Marseillaise</i>. And still, over +the Five Islands, rose the glare. But the night was calm; the +ships burnt slowly; and the <i>San Damaso</i> was saved by English sailors. +So goes the tale; which, if it be, as I believe, correct, ought to be +known to those adventurous Yankees who have talked, more than once, +of setting up a company to recover the Spanish ships and treasure sunk +in Chaguaramas. For the ships burned before they sunk; and Apodaca, +being a prudent man, landed, or is said to have landed, all the treasure +on the Spanish Main opposite.</p> +<p>He met Chacon in Port of Spain at daybreak. The good governor, +they say, wept, but did not reproach. The admiral crossed himself; +and, when Chacon said ‘All is lost,’ answered (or did not +answer, for the story, like most good stories, is said not to be quite +true), ‘Not all; I saved the image of St. Jago de Compostella, +my patron and my ship’s.’ His ship’s patron, +however, says M. Joseph, was St. Vincent. Why tell the rest of +the story? It may well be guessed. The English landed in +force. The French Republicans (how does history repeat itself!) +broke open the arsenal, overpowering the Spanish guard, seized some +3000 to 5000 stand of arms, and then never used them, but retired into +the woods. They had, many of them, fought like tigers in other +islands; some, it may be, under Victor Hugues himself. But here +they had no leaders. The Spanish, overpowered by numbers, fell +back across the Dry River to the east of the town, and got on a height. +The German jägers climbed the beautiful Laventille hills, and commanded +the Spanish and the two paltry mud forts on the slopes: and all was +over, happily with almost no loss of life.</p> +<p>Chacon was received by Abercrombie and Harvey with every courtesy; +a capitulation was signed which secured the honours of war to the military, +and law and safety to the civil inhabitants; and Chacon was sent home +to Spain to be tried by a court-martial; honourably acquitted; and then, +by French Republican intrigues, calumniated, memorialised against, subscribed +against, and hunted (Buonaparte having, with his usual meanness, a hand +in the persecution) into exile and penury in Portugal. At last +his case was heard a second time, and tardy justice done, not by popular +clamour, but by fair and deliberate law. His nephew set out to +bring the good man home in triumph. He found him dying in a wretched +Portuguese inn. Chacon heard that his honour was cleared at last, +and so gave up the ghost.</p> +<p>Thus ended—as Earth’s best men have too often ended—the +good Don Alonzo Chacon. His only monument in the island is one, +after all, ‘ære perennius;’ namely, that most beautiful +flowering shrub which bears his name; <i>Warsewiczia</i>, some call +it; others, <i>Calycophyllum</i>: but the botanists of the island continue +loyally the name of <i>Chaconia</i> to those blazing crimson spikes +which every Christmas-tide renew throughout the wild forests, of which +he would have made a civilised garden, the memory of the last and best +of the Spanish Governors.</p> +<p>So Trinidad became English; and Picton ruled it, for a while, with +a rod of iron.</p> +<p>I shall not be foolish enough to enter here into the merits or demerits +of the Picton case, which once made such a noise in England. His +enemies’ side of the story will be found in M’Callum’s +<i>Travels in Trinidad</i>; his friends’ side in Robinson’s +<i>Life of Picton</i>, two books, each of which will seem, I think, +to him who will read them alternately, rather less wise than the other. +But those who may choose to read the two books must remember that questions +of this sort have not two sides merely, but more; being not superficies, +but solids; and that the most important side is that on which the question +stands, namely, its bottom; which is just the side which neither party +liked to be turned up, because under it (at least in the West Indies) +all the beetles and cockroaches, centipedes and scorpions, are nestled +away out of sight: and there, as long since decayed, they, or their +exuviæ and dead bodies, may remain. The good people of Trinidad +have long since agreed to let bygones be bygones; and it speaks well +for the common-sense and good feeling of the islanders, as well as for +the mildness and justice of British rule, that in two generations such +a community as that of modern Trinidad should have formed itself out +of materials so discordant. That British rule has been a solid +blessing to Trinidad, all honest folk know well. Even in Picton’s +time, the population increased, in six years, from 17,700 to 28,400; +in 1851 it was 69,600; and it is now far larger.</p> +<p>But Trinidad has gained, by becoming English, more than mere numbers. +Had it continued Spanish, it would probably be, like Cuba, a slave-holding +and slave-trading island, now wealthy, luxurious, profligate; and Port +of Spain would be such another wen upon the face of God’s earth +as that magnificent abomination, the city of Havanna. Or, as an +almost more ugly alternative, it might have played its part in that +great triumph of Bliss by Act of Parliament, which set mankind to rights +for ever, when Mr. Canning did the universe the honour of ‘calling +the new world into existence to redress the balance of the old.’ +It might have been—probably would have been—conquered by +a band of ‘sympathisers’ from the neighbouring Republic +of Venezuela, and have been ‘called into existence’ by the +massacre of the respectable folk, the expulsion of capital, and the +establishment (with a pronunciamento and a revolution every few years) +of a Republic such as those of Spanish America, combining every vice +of civilisation with every vice of savagery. From that fate, as +every honest man in Trinidad knows well, England has saved the island; +and therefore every honest man in Trinidad is loyal (with occasional +grumblings, of course, as is the right of free-born Britons, at home +and abroad) to the British flag.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IV: PORT OF SPAIN</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>The first thing notable, on landing in Port of Spain at the low quay +which has been just reclaimed from the mud of the gulf, is the multitude +of people who are doing nothing. It is not that they have taken +an hour’s holiday to see the packet come in. You will find +them, or their brown duplicates, in the same places to-morrow and next +day. They stand idle in the marketplace, not because they have +not been hired, but because they do not want to be hired; being able +to live like the Lazzaroni of Naples, on ‘Midshipman’s half-pay—nothing +a day, and find yourself.’ You are told that there are 8000 +human beings in Port of Spain alone without visible means of subsistence, +and you congratulate Port of Spain on being such an Elysium that people +can live there—not without eating, for every child and most women +you pass are eating something or other all day long—but without +working. The fact is, that though they will eat as much and more +than a European, if they can get it, they can do well without food; +and feed, as do the Lazzaroni, on mere heat and light. The best +substitute for a dinner is a sleep under a south wall in the blazing +sun; and there are plenty of south walls in Port of Spain. In +the French islands, I am told, such Lazzaroni are caught up and set +to Government work, as ‘strong rogues and masterless men,’ +after the ancient English fashion. But is such a course fair? +If a poor man neither steals, begs, nor rebels (and these people do +not do the two latter), has he not as much right to be idle as a rich +man? To say that neither has a right to be idle is, of course, +sheer socialism, and a heresy not to be tolerated.</p> +<p>Next, the stranger will remark, here as at Grenada, that every one +he passes looks strong, healthy, and well-fed. One meets few or +none of those figures and faces, small, scrofulous, squinny, and haggard, +which disgrace the so-called civilisation of a British city. Nowhere +in Port of Spain will you see such human beings as in certain streets +of London, Liverpool, or Glasgow. Every one, plainly, can live +and thrive if they choose; and very pleasant it is to know that.</p> +<p>The road leads on past the Custom-house; and past, I am sorry to +say, evil smells, which are too common still in Port of Spain, though +fresh water is laid on from the mountains. I have no wish to complain, +especially on first landing, of these kind and hospitable citizens. +But as long as Port of Spain—the suburbs especially—smells +as it does after sundown every evening, so long will an occasional outbreak +of cholera or yellow fever hint that there are laws of cleanliness and +decency which are both able and ready to avenge themselves. You +cross the pretty ‘Marine Square,’ with its fountain and +flowering trees, and beyond them on the right the Roman Catholic Cathedral, +a stately building, with Palmistes standing as tall sentries round; +soon you go up a straight street, with a glimpse of a large English +church, which must have been still more handsome than now before its +tall steeple was shaken down by an earthquake. The then authorities, +I have been told, applied to the Colonial Office for money to rebuild +it: but the request was refused; on the ground, it may be presumed, +that whatever ills Downing Street might have inflicted on the West Indies, +it had not, as yet, gone so far as to play the part of Poseidon Ennosigæus.</p> +<p>Next comes a glimpse, too, of large—even too large—Government +buildings, brick-built, pretentious, without beauty of form. But, +however ugly in itself a building may be in Trinidad, it is certain, +at least after a few years, to look beautiful, because embowered among +noble flowering timber trees, like those that fill ‘Brunswick +Square,’ and surround the great church on its south side.</p> +<p>Under cool porticoes and through tall doorways are seen dark ‘stores,’ +filled with all manner of good things from Britain or from the United +States. These older-fashioned houses, built, I presume, on the +Spanish model, are not without a certain stateliness, from the depth +and breadth of their chiaroscuro. Their doors and windows reach +almost to the ceiling, and ought to be plain proofs, in the eyes of +certain discoverers of the ‘giant cities of Bashan,’ that +the old Spanish and French colonists were nine or ten feet high apiece. +On the doorsteps sit Negresses in gaudy print dresses, with stiff turbans +(which are, according to this year’s fashion, of chocolate and +yellow silk plaid, painted with thick yellow paint, and cost in all +some four dollars), all aiding in the general work of doing nothing: +save where here and there a hugely fat Negress, possibly with her ‘head +tied across’ in a white turban (sign of mourning), sells, or tries +to sell, abominable sweetmeats, strange fruits, and junks of sugar-cane, +to be gnawed by the dawdlers in mid-street, while they carry on their +heads everything and anything, from half a barrow-load of yams to a +saucer or a beer-bottle. We never, however, saw, as Tom Cringle +did, a Negro carrying a burden on his chin.</p> +<p>I fear that a stranger would feel a shock—and that not a slight +one—at the first sight of the average negro women of Port of Spain, +especially the younger. Their masculine figures, their ungainly +gestures, their loud and sudden laughter, even when walking alone, and +their general coarseness, shocks, and must shock. It must be remembered +that this is a seaport town; and one in which the licence usual in such +places on both sides of the Atlantic is aggravated by the superabundant +animal vigour and the perfect independence of the younger women. +It is a painful subject. I shall touch it in these pages as seldom +and as lightly as I can. There is, I verily believe, a large class +of Negresses in Port of Spain and in the country, both Catholic and +Protestant, who try their best to be respectable, after their standard: +but unfortunately, here, as elsewhere over the world, the scum rises +naturally to the top, and intrudes itself on the eye. The men +are civil fellows enough, if you will, as in duty bound, be civil to +them. If you are not, ugly capacities will flash out fast enough, +and too fast. If any one says of the Negro, as of the Russian, +‘He is but a savage polished over: you have only to scratch him, +and the barbarian shows underneath:’ the only answer to be made +is—Then do not scratch him. It will be better for you, and +for him.</p> +<p>When you have ceased looking—even staring—at the black +women and their ways, you become aware of the strange variety of races +which people the city. Here passes an old Coolie Hindoo, with +nothing on but his lungee round his loins, and a scarf over his head; +a white-bearded, delicate-featured old gentleman, with probably some +caste-mark of red paint on his forehead; his thin limbs, and small hands +and feet, contrasting strangely with the brawny Negroes round. +There comes a bright-eyed young lady, probably his daughter-in-law, +hung all over with bangles, in a white muslin petticoat, crimson cotton-velvet +jacket, and green gauze veil, with her naked brown baby astride on her +hip: a clever, smiling, delicate little woman, who is quite aware of +the brightness of her own eyes. And who are these three boys in +dark blue coatees and trousers, one of whom carries, hanging at one +end of a long bamboo, a couple of sweet potatoes; at the other, possibly, +a pebble to balance them? As they approach, their doleful visage +betrays them. Chinese they are, without a doubt: but whether old +or young, men or women, you cannot tell, till the initiated point out +that the women have chignons and no hats, the men hats with their pigtails +coiled up under them. Beyond this distinction, I know none visible. +Certainly none in those sad visages—‘Offas, non facies,’ +as old Ammianus Marcellinus has it.</p> +<p>But why do Chinese never smile? Why do they look as if some +one had sat upon their noses as soon as they were born, and they had +been weeping bitterly over the calamity ever since? They, too, +must have their moments of relaxation: but when? Once, and once +only, in Port of Spain, we saw a Chinese woman, nursing her baby, burst +into an audible laugh: and we looked at each other, as much astonished +as if our horses had begun to talk.</p> +<p>There again is a group of coloured men of all ranks, talking eagerly, +business, or even politics; some of them as well dressed as if they +were fresh from Europe; some of them, too, six feet high, and broad +in proportion; as fine a race, physically, as one would wish to look +upon; and with no want of shrewdness either, or determination, in their +faces: a race who ought, if they will be wise and virtuous, to have +before them a great future. Here come home from the convent school +two coloured young ladies, probably pretty, possibly lovely, certainly +gentle, modest, and well-dressed according to the fashions of Paris +or New York; and here comes the unmistakable Englishman, tall, fair, +close-shaven, arm-in-arm with another man, whose more delicate features, +more sallow complexion, and little moustache mark him as some Frenchman +or Spaniard of old family. Both are dressed as if they were going +to walk up Pall Mall or the Rue de Rivoli; for ‘go-to-meeting +clothes’ are somewhat too much <i>de rigueur</i> here; a shooting-jacket +and wide-awake betrays the newly-landed Englishman. Both take +off their hats with a grand air to a lady in a carriage; for they are +very fine gentlemen indeed, and intend to remain such: and well that +is for the civilisation of the island; for it is from such men as these, +and from their families, that the good manners for which West Indians +are, or ought to be, famous, have permeated down, slowly but surely, +through all classes of society save the very lowest.</p> +<p>The straight and level street, swarming with dogs, vultures, chickens, +and goats, passes now out of the old into the newer part of the city; +and the type of the houses changes at once. Some are mere wooden +sheds of one or two rooms, comfortable enough in that climate, where +a sleeping-place is all that is needed—if the occupiers would +but keep them clean. Other houses, wooden too, belong to well-to-do +folk. Over high walls you catch sight of jalousies and verandahs, +inside which must be most delightful darkness and coolness. Indeed, +one cannot fancy more pleasant nests than some of the little gaily-painted +wooden houses, standing on stilts to let the air under the floors, and +all embowered in trees and flowers, which line the roads in the suburbs; +and which are inhabited, we are told, by people engaged in business.</p> +<p>But what would—or at least ought to—strike the newcomer’s +eye with most pleasurable surprise, and make him realise into what a +new world he has been suddenly translated—even more than the Negroes, +and the black vultures sitting on roof-ridges, or stalking about in +mid-street—are the flowers which show over the walls on each side +of the street. In that little garden, not thirty feet broad, what +treasures there are! A tall palm—whether Palmiste or Oil-palm—has +its smooth trunk hung all over with orchids, tied on with wire. +Close to it stands a purple Dracæna, such as are put on English +dinner-tables in pots: but this one is twenty feet high; and next to +it is that strange tree the Clavija, of which the Creoles are justly +fond. A single straight stem, fifteen feet high, carries huge +oblong-leaves atop, and beneath them, growing out of the stem itself, +delicate panicles of little white flowers, fragrant exceedingly. +A double blue pea <a name="citation74"></a><a href="#footnote74">{74}</a> +and a purple Bignonia are scrambling over shrubs and walls. And +what is this which hangs over into the road, some fifteen feet in height—long, +bare, curving sticks, carrying each at its end a flat blaze of scarlet? +What but the Poinsettia, paltry scions of which, like the Dracæna, +adorn our hothouses and dinner-tables. The street is on fire with +it all the way up, now in mid-winter; while at the street end opens +out a green park, fringed with noble trees all in full leaf; underneath +them more pleasant little suburban villas; and behind all, again, a +background of steep wooded mountain a thousand feet in height. +That is the Savannah, the public park and race-ground; such as neither +London nor Paris can boast.</p> +<p>One may be allowed to regret that the exuberant loyalty of the citizens +of Port of Spain has somewhat defaced one end at least of their Savannah; +for in expectation of a visit from the Duke of Edinburgh, they erected +for his reception a pile of brick, of which the best that can be said +is that it holds a really large and stately ballroom, and the best that +can be hoped is that the authorities will hide it as quickly as possible +with a ring of Palmistes, Casuarinas, Sandboxes, and every quick-growing +tree. Meanwhile, as His Royal Highness did not come the citizens +wisely thought that they might as well enjoy their new building themselves. +So there, on set high days, the Governor and the Lady of the Governor +hold their court. There, when the squadron comes in, officers +in uniform dance at desperate sailors’ pace with delicate Creoles; +some of them, coloured as well as white, so beautiful in face and figure +that one could almost pardon the jolly tars if they enacted a second +Mutiny of the <i>Bounty</i>, and refused one and all to leave the island +and the fair dames thereof. And all the while the warm night wind +rushes in through the high open windows; and the fireflies flicker up +and down, in and out, and you slip away on to the balcony to enjoy—for +after all it is very hot—the purple star-spangled night; and see +aloft the saw of the mountain ridges against the black-blue sky; and +below—what a contrast!—the crowd of white eyeballs and white +teeth—Negroes, Coolies, Chinese—all grinning and peeping +upward against the railing, in the hope of seeing—through the +walls—the ‘buccra quality’ enjoy themselves.</p> +<p>An even pleasanter sight we saw once in that large room, a sort of +agricultural and horticultural show, which augured well for the future +of the colony. The flowers were not remarkable, save for the taste +shown in their arrangement, till one recollected that they were not +brought from hothouses, but grown in mid-winter in the open air. +The roses, of which West Indians are very fond, as they are of all ‘home,’ +<i>i.e</i>. European, flowers, were not as good as those of Europe. +The rose in Trinidad, though it flowers three times a year, yet, from +the great heat and moisture, runs too much to wood. But the roots, +especially the different varieties of yam, were very curious; and their +size proved the wonderful food-producing powers of the land when properly +cultivated. The poultry, too, were worthy of an English show. +Indeed, the fowl seems to take to tropical America as the horse has +to Australia, as to a second native-land; and Trinidad alone might send +an endless supply to the fowl-market of the Northern States, even if +that should not be quite true which some one said, that you might turn +an old cock loose in the bush, and he, without further help, would lay +more eggs, and bring up more chickens, than you could either eat or +sell.</p> +<p>But the most interesting element of that exhibition was the coconut +fibre products of Messrs. Uhrich and Gerold, of which more in another +place. In them lies a source of further wealth to the colony, +which may stand her in good stead when Port of Spain becomes, as it +must become, one of the great emporiums of the West.</p> +<p>Since our visit the great ballroom has seen—even now is seeing—strange +vicissitudes. For the new Royal College, having as yet no buildings +of its own, now keeps school, it is said, therein—alas for the +inkstains on that beautiful floor! And by last advices, a ‘troupe +of artistes’ from Martinique, there being no theatre in Port of +Spain, have been doing their play-acting in it; and Terpsichore and +Thalia (Melpomene, I fear, haunts not the stage of Martinique) have +been hustling all the other Muses downstairs at sunset, and joining +their jinglings to the chorus of tom-toms and chac-chacs which resounds +across the Savannah, at least till 10 p.m., from all the suburbs.</p> +<p>The road—and all the roads round Port of Spain, thanks to Sir +Ralph Woodford, are as good as English roads—runs between the +Savannah and the mountain spurs, and past the Botanic Gardens, which +are a credit, in more senses than one, to the Governors of the island. +For in them, amid trees from every quarter of the globe, and gardens +kept up in the English fashion, with fountains, too, so necessary in +this tropical clime, stood a large ‘Government House.’ +This house was some years ago destroyed; and the then Governor took +refuge in a cottage just outside the garden. A sum of money was +voted to rebuild the big house: but the Governors, to their honour, +have preferred living in the cottage, adding to it from time to time +what was necessary for mere comfort; and have given the old gardens +to the city, as a public pleasure-ground, kept up at Government expense.</p> +<p>This Paradise—for such it is—is somewhat too far from +the city; and one passes in it few people, save an occasional brown +nurse. But when Port of Spain becomes, as it surely will, a great +commercial city, and the slopes of Laventille, Belmont, and St. Ann’s, +just above the gardens, are studded, as they surely will be, with the +villas of rich merchants, then will the generous gift of English Governors +be appreciated and used; and the Botanic Gardens will become a Tropic +Garden of the Tuileries, alive, at five o’clock every evening, +with human flowers of every hue with human</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER V: A LETTER FROM A WEST INDIAN COTTAGE ORNÉE</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>30<i>th December</i> 1869.</p> +<p>My Dear-----, We are actually settled in a West Indian country-house, +amid a multitude of sights and sounds so utterly new and strange, that +the mind is stupefied by the continual effort to take in, or (to confess +the truth) to gorge without hope of digestion, food of every conceivable +variety. The whole day long new objects and their new names have +jostled each other in the brain, in dreams as well as in waking thoughts. +Amid such a confusion, to describe this place as a whole is as yet impossible. +It must suffice if you find in this letter a sketch or two—not +worthy to be called a study—of particular spots which seem typical, +beginning with my bathroom window, as the scene which first proved to +me, at least, that we were verily in the Tropics.</p> +<p>You look out—would that you did look in fact!—over the +low sill. The gravel outside, at least, is an old friend; it consists +of broken bits of gray Silurian rock, and white quartz among it; and +one touch of Siluria makes the whole world kin. But there the +kindred ends. A few green weeds, looking just like English ones, +peep up through the gravel. Weeds, all over the world, are mostly +like each other; poor, thin, pale in leaf, small and meagre in stem +and flower: meaner forms which fill up for good, and sometimes, too, +for harm, the gaps left by Nature’s aristocracy of grander and, +in these Tropics, more tyrannous and destroying forms. So like +home weeds they look: but pick one, and you find it unlike anything +at home. That one happens to be, as you may see by its little +green mouse-tails, a pepper-weed, <a name="citation77"></a><a href="#footnote77">{77}</a> +first cousin to the great black pepper-bush in the gardens near by, +with the berries of which you may burn your mouth gratis.</p> +<p>So it is, you would find, with every weed in the little cleared dell, +some fifteen feet deep, beyond the gravel. You could not—I +certainly cannot—guess at the name, seldom at the family, of a +single plant. But I am going on too fast. What are those +sticks of wood which keep the gravel bank up? Veritable bamboos; +and a bamboo-pipe, too, is carrying the trickling cool water into the +bath close by. Surely we are in the Tropics. You hear a +sudden rattle, as of boards and brown paper, overhead, and find that +it is the clashing of the huge leaves of a young fan palm, <a name="citation78a"></a><a href="#footnote78a">{78a}</a> +growing not ten feet from the window. It has no stem as yet; and +the lower leaves have to be trimmed off or they would close up the path, +so that only the great forked green butts of them are left, bound to +each other by natural matting: but overhead they range out nobly in +leafstalks ten feet long, and fans full twelve feet broad; and this +is but a baby, a three years’ old thing. Surely, again, +we are in the Tropics. Ten feet farther, thrust all awry by the +huge palm leaves, grows a young tree, unknown to me, looking like a +walnut. Next to it an orange, covered with long prickles and small +green fruit, its roots propped up by a semi-cylindrical balk of timber, +furry inside, which would puzzle a Hampshire woodsman; for it is, plainly, +a groo-groo or a coco-palm, split down the middle. Surely, again, +we are in the Tropics. Beyond it, again, blaze great orange and +yellow flowers, with long stamens, and pistil curving upwards out of +them. They belong to a twining, scrambling bush, with finely-pinnated +mimosa leaves. That is the ‘Flower-fence,’ <a name="citation78b"></a><a href="#footnote78b">{78b}</a> +so often heard of in past years; and round it hurries to and fro a great +orange butterfly, larger seemingly than any English kind. Next +to it is a row of Hibiscus shrubs, with broad crimson flowers; then +a row of young Screw-pines, <a name="citation78c"></a><a href="#footnote78c">{78c}</a> +from the East Indian Islands, like spiral pine-apple plants twenty feet +high standing on stilts. Yes: surely we are in the Tropics. +Over the low roof (for the cottage is all of one storey) of purple and +brown and white shingles, baking in the sun, rises a tall tree, which +looks (as so many do here) like a walnut, but is not one. It is +the ‘Poui’ of the Indians, <a name="citation78d"></a><a href="#footnote78d">{78d}</a> +and will be covered shortly with brilliant saffron flowers.</p> +<p>I turn my chair and look into the weedy dell. The ground on +the opposite slope (slopes are, you must remember, here as steep as +house-roofs, the last spurs of true mountains) is covered with a grass +like tall rye-grass, but growing in tufts. That is the famous +Guinea-grass <a name="citation78e"></a><a href="#footnote78e">{78e}</a> +which, introduced from Africa, has spread over the whole West Indies. +Dark lithe coolie prisoners, one a gentle young fellow, with soft beseeching +eyes, and ‘Felon’ printed on the back of his shirt, are +cutting it for the horses, under the guard of a mulatto turnkey, a tall, +steadfast, dignified man; and between us and them are growing along +the edge of the gutter, veritable pine-apples in the open air, and a +low green tree just like an apple, which is a Guava; and a tall stick, +thirty feet high, with a flat top of gigantic curly horse-chestnut leaves, +which is a Trumpet-tree. <a name="citation79a"></a><a href="#footnote79a">{79a}</a> +There are hundreds of them in the mountains round: but most of them +dead, from the intense drought and fires of last year. Beyond +it, again, is a round-headed tree, looking like a huge Portugal laurel, +covered with racemes of purple buds. That is an ‘Angelim’; +<a name="citation79b"></a><a href="#footnote79b">{79b}</a> when full-grown, +one of the finest timbers in the world. And what are those at +the top of the brow, rising out of the rich green scrub? Verily, +again, we are in the Tropics. They are palms, doubtless, some +thirty feet high each, with here and there a young one springing up +like a gigantic crown of male-fern. The old ones have straight +gray stems, often prickly enough, and thickened in the middle; gray +last year’s leaves hanging down; and feathering round the top, +a circular plume of pale green leaves, like those of a coconut. +But these are not cocos. The last year’s leaves of the coco +are rich yellow, and its stem is curved. These are groo-groos; +<a name="citation79c"></a><a href="#footnote79c">{79c}</a> they stand +as fresh proofs that we are indeed in the Tropics, and as ‘a thing +of beauty and a joy for ever.’</p> +<p>For it is a joy for ever, a sight never to be forgotten, to have +once seen palms, breaking through and, as it were, defying the soft +rounded forms of the broad-leaved vegetation by the stern grace of their +simple lines; the immovable pillar-stem looking the more immovable beneath +the toss and lash and flicker of the long leaves, as they awake out +of their sunlit sleep, and rage impatiently for a while before the mountain +gusts, and fall asleep again. Like a Greek statue in a luxurious +drawing-room, sharp cut, cold, virginal; shaming, by the grandeur of +mere form, the voluptuousness of mere colour, however rich and harmonious; +so stands the palm in the forest; to be worshipped rather than to be +loved. Look at the drawings of the Oreodoxa-avenue at Rio, in +M. Agassiz’s charming book. Would that you could see actually +such avenues, even from the sea, as we have seen them in St. Vincent +and Guadaloupe: but look at the mere pictures of them in that book, +and you will sympathise, surely, with our new palm-worship.</p> +<p>And lastly, what is that giant tree which almost fills the centre +of the glen, towering with upright but branching limbs, and huge crown, +thinly leaved, double the height of all the trees around? An ash? +Something like an ash in growth; but when you look at it through the +glasses (indispensable in the tropic forest), you see that the foliage +is more like that of the yellow horse-chestnut. And no British +ash, not even the Altyre giants, ever reached to half that bulk. +It is a Silk-cotton tree; a Ceiba <a name="citation79d"></a><a href="#footnote79d">{79d}</a>—say, +rather, the Ceiba of the glen; for these glens have a habit of holding +each one great Ceiba, which has taken its stand at the upper end, just +where the mountain-spurs run together in an amphitheatre; and being +favoured (it may be supposed) by the special richness of the down-washed +soil at that spot, grows to one of those vast air-gardens of creepers +and parasites of which we have so often read and dreamed. Such +a one is this: but we will not go up to it now. This sketch shall +be completed by the background of green and gray, fading aloft into +tender cobalt: the background of mountain, ribbed and gullied into sharpest +slopes by the tropic rains, yet showing, even where steepest, never +a face of rock, or a crag peeping through the trees. Up to the +sky-line, a thousand feet aloft, all is green; and that, instead of +being, as in Europe, stone or moor, is jagged and feathered with gigantic +trees. How rich! you would say. Yet these West Indians only +mourn over its desolation and disfigurement; and point to the sheets +of gray stems, which hang like mist along the upper slopes. They +look to us, on this 30th of December, only as April signs that the woodlands +have not quite burst into full leaf. But to the inhabitants they +are tokens of those fearful fires which raged over the island during +the long drought of this summer; when the forests were burning for a +whole month, and this house scarcely saved; when whole cane-fields, +mills, dwelling-houses, went up as tinder and flame in a moment, and +the smoky haze from the burning island spread far out to sea. +And yet where the fire passed six months ago, all is now a fresh impenetrable +undergrowth of green; creepers covering the land, climbing up and shrouding +the charred stumps; young palms, like Prince of Wales’s feathers, +breaking up, six or eight feet high, among a wilderness of sensitive +plants, scarlet-flowered dwarf Balisiers, <a name="citation81a"></a><a href="#footnote81a">{81a}</a> +climbing fern, <a name="citation81b"></a><a href="#footnote81b">{81b}</a> +convolvuluses of every hue, and an endless variety of outlandish leaves, +over which flutter troops of butterflies. How the seeds of the +plants and the eggs of the insects have been preserved, who can tell? +But there their children are, in myriads; and ere a generation has passed, +every dead gray stem will have disappeared before the ants and beetles +and great wood-boring bees who rumble round in blue-black armour; the +young plants will have grown into great trees beneath the immeasurable +vital force which pours all the year round from the blazing sun above, +and all be as it was once more. In verity we are in the Tropics, +where the so-called ‘powers of nature’ are in perpetual +health and strength, and as much stronger and swifter, for good and +evil, than in our chilly clime, as is the young man in the heat of youth +compared with the old man shivering to his grave. Think over that +last simile. If you think of it in the light which physiology +gives, you will find that it is not merely a simile, but a true analogy; +another manifestation of a great physical law.</p> +<p>Thus much for the view at the back—a chance scene, without +the least pretensions to what average people would call beauty of landscape. +But oh that we could show you the view in front! The lawn with +its flowering shrubs, tiny specimens of which we admire in hothouses +at home; the grass as green (for it is now the end of the rainy season) +as that of England in May, winding away into the cool shade of strange +evergreens; the yellow coconut palms on the nearest spur of hill throwing +back the tender-blue of the higher mountains; the huge central group +of trees—Saman, <a name="citation81c"></a><a href="#footnote81c">{81c}</a> +Sandbox, <a name="citation81d"></a><a href="#footnote81d">{81d}</a> +and Fig, with the bright ostrich plumes of a climbing palm towering +through the mimosa-like foliage of the Saman; and Erythrinas <a name="citation81e"></a><a href="#footnote81e">{81e}</a> +(Bois immortelles, as they call them here), their all but leafless boughs +now blazing against the blue sky with vermilion flowers, trees of red +coral sixty feet in height. Ah that we could show you the avenue +on the right, composed of palms from every quarter of the Tropics—palms +with smooth stems, or with prickly ones, with fan leaves, feather leaves, +leaves (as in the wine-palm <a name="citation82a"></a><a href="#footnote82a">{82a}</a>) +like Venus’s hair fern; some, again, like the Cocorite, <a name="citation82b"></a><a href="#footnote82b">{82b}</a> +almost stemless, rising in a huge ostrich plume which tosses in the +land breeze, till the long stiff leaflets seem to whirl like the spokes +of a green glass wheel. Ah that we could wander with you through +the Botanic Garden beyond, amid fruits and flowers brought together +from all the lands of the perpetual summer; or even give you, through +the great arches of the bamboo clumps, as they creak and rattle sadly +in the wind, and the Bauhinias, like tall and ancient whitethorns, which +shade the road, one glance of the flat green Savannah, with its herds +of kine, beyond which lies, buried in flowering trees, and backed by +mountain woods, the city of Port of Spain. One glance, too, under +the boughs of the great Cotton-tree at the gate, at the still sleeping +sea, with one tall coolie ship at anchor, seen above green cane-fields +and coolie gardens, gay with yellow Croton and purple Dracæna, +and crimson Poinsettia, and the grand leaves of the grandest of all +plants, the Banana, food of paradise. Or, again, far away to the +extreme right, between the flat tops of the great Saman-avenue at the +barracks and the wooded mountain-spurs which rush down into the sea, +the islands of the Bocas floating in the shining water, and beyond them, +a cloud among the clouds, the peak of a mighty mountain, with one white +tuft of mist upon its top. Ah that we could show you but that, +and tell you that you were looking at the ‘Spanish Main’; +at South America itself, at the last point of the Venezuelan Cordillera, +and the hills where jaguars lie. If you could but see what we +see daily; if you could see with us the strange combination of rich +and luscious beauty, with vastness and repose, you would understand, +and excuse, the tendency to somewhat grandiose language which tempts +perpetually those who try to describe the Tropics, and know well that +they can only fail.</p> +<p>In presence of such forms and such colouring as this, one becomes +painfully sensible of the poverty of words, and the futility, therefore, +of all word-painting; of the inability, too, of the senses to discern +and define objects of such vast variety; of our æsthetic barbarism, +in fact, which has no choice of epithets save between such as ‘great,’ +and ‘vast,’ and ‘gigantic’; between such as +‘beautiful,’ and ‘lovely,’ and ‘exquisite,’ +and so forth; which are, after all, intellectually only one stage higher +than the half-brute Wah! wah! with which the savage grunts his astonishment—call +it not admiration; epithets which are not, perhaps, intellectually as +high as the ‘God is great’ of the Mussulman, who is wise +enough not to attempt any analysis either of Nature or of his feelings +about her; and wise enough also (not having the fear of Spinoza before +his eyes) to ‘in omni ignoto confugere ad Deum’—in +presence of the unknown to take refuge in God.</p> +<p>To describe to you, therefore, the Botanic Garden (in which the cottage +stands) would take a week’s work of words, which would convey +no images to your mind. Let it be enough to say, that our favourite +haunt in all the gardens is a little dry valley, beneath the loftiest +group of trees. At its entrance rises a great Tamarind, and a +still greater Saman; both have leaves like a Mimosa—as the engraving +shows. Up its trunk a Cereus has reared itself, for some thirty +feet at least; a climbing Seguine <a name="citation83a"></a><a href="#footnote83a">{83a}</a> +twines up it with leaves like ‘lords and ladies’; but the +glory of the tree is that climbing palm, the feathers of which we saw +crowning it from a distance. Up into the highest branches and +down again, and up again into the lower branches, and rolling along +the ground in curves as that of a Boa bedecked with huge ferns and prickly +spikes, six feet and more long each, the Rattan <a name="citation83b"></a><a href="#footnote83b">{83b}</a> +hangs in mid-air, one hardly sees how, beautiful and wonderful, beyond +what clumsy words can tell. Beneath the great trees (for here +great trees grow freely beneath greater trees, and beneath greater trees +again, delighting in the shade) is a group of young Mangosteens, <a name="citation83c"></a><a href="#footnote83c">{83c}</a> +looking, to describe the unknown by the known, like walnuts with leaflets +eight inches long, their boughs clustered with yellow and green sour +fruit; and beyond them stretches up the lawn a dense grove of nutmegs, +like Portugal laurels, hung about with olive-yellow apples. Here +and there a nutmeg-apple has split, and shows within the delicate crimson +caul of mace; or the nutmegs, the mace still clinging round them, lie +scattered on the grass. Under the perpetual shade of the evergreens +haunt Heliconias and other delicate butterflies, who seem to dread the +blaze outside, and flutter gently from leaf to leaf, their colouring—which +is usually black with markings of orange, crimson, or blue—coming +into strongest contrast with the uniform green of leaf and grass. +This is our favourite spot for entomologising, when the sun outside +altogether forbids the least exertion. Turn, with us—alas! +only in fancy—out of the grove into a neighbouring path, between +tea-shrubs, looking like privets with large myrtle flowers, and young +clove-trees, covered with the groups of green buds which are the cloves +of commerce; and among fruit-trees from every part of the Tropics, with +the names of which I will not burden you. Glance at that beautiful +and most poisonous shrub, which we found wild at St. Thomas’s. +<a name="citation84"></a><a href="#footnote84">{84}</a> Glance, +too—but, again why burden you with names which you will not recollect, +much more with descriptions which do not describe? Look, though, +down that Allspice avenue, at the clear warm light which is reflected +off the smooth yellow ever-peeling stems; and then, if you can fix your +eye steadily on any object, where all are equally new and strange, look +at this stately tree. A bough has been broken off high up, and +from the wounded spot two plants are already contending. One is +a parasitic Orchis; the other a parasite of a more dangerous family. +It looks like a straggling Magnolia, some two feet high. In fifty +years it will be a stately tree. Look at the single long straight +air-root which it is letting down by the side of the tree bole. +That root, if left, will be the destroyer of the whole tree. It +will touch the earth, take root below, send out side-fibres above, call +down younger roots to help it, till the whole bole, clasped and stifled +in their embraces, dies and rots out, and the Matapalo (or Scotch attorney, +<a name="citation85a"></a><a href="#footnote85a">{85a}</a> as it is +rudely called here) stands alone on stilted roots, and board walls of +young wood, slowly coalescing into one great trunk; master of the soil +once owned by the patron on whose vitals he has fed: a treacherous tyrant; +and yet, like many another treacherous tyrant, beautiful to see, with +his shining evergreen foliage, and grand labyrinth of smooth roots, +standing high in air, or dangling from the boughs in search of soil +below; and last, but not least, his Magnolia-like flowers, rosy or snowy-white, +and green egg-shaped fruits.</p> +<p>Now turn homewards, past the Rosa del monte <a name="citation85b"></a><a href="#footnote85b">{85b}</a> +bush (bushes, you must recollect, are twenty feet high here), covered +with crimson roses, full of long silky crimson stamens: and then try—as +we do daily in vain—to recollect and arrange one-tenth of the +things which you have seen.</p> +<p>One look round at the smaller wild animals and flowers. Butterflies +swarm round us, of every hue. Beetles, you may remark, are few; +they do not run in swarms about these arid paths as they do at home. +But the wasps and bees, black and brown, are innumerable. That +huge bee in steel-blue armour, booming straight at you—whom some +one compared to the Lord Mayor’s man in armour turned into a cherub, +and broken loose—(get out of his way, for he is absorbed in business)—is +probably a wood-borer, <a name="citation85c"></a><a href="#footnote85c">{85c}</a> +of whose work you may read in Mr. Wood’s <i>Homes without Hands</i>. +That long black wasp, commonly called a Jack Spaniard, builds pensile +paper nests under every roof and shed. Watch, now, this more delicate +brown wasp, probably one of the <i>Pelopœi</i> of whom we have +read in Mr. Gosse’s <i>Naturalist in Jamaica</i> and Mr. Bates’s +<i>Travels on the Amazons</i>. She has made under a shelf a mud +nest of three long cells, and filled them one by one with small spiders, +and the precious egg which, when hatched, is to feed on them. +One hundred and eight spiders we have counted in a single nest like +this; and the wasp, much of the same shape as the Jack Spaniard, but +smaller, works, unlike him, alone, or at least only with her husband’s +help. The long mud nest is built upright, often in the angle of +a doorpost or panel; and always added to, and entered from, below. +With a joyful hum she flies back to it all day long with her pellets +of mud, and spreads them out with her mouth into pointed arches, one +laid on the other, making one side of the arch out of each pellet, and +singing low but cheerily over her work. As she works downward, +she parts off the tube of the nest with horizontal floors of a finer +and harder mud, and inside each storey places some five spiders, and +among them the precious egg, or eggs, which is to feed on them when +hatched. If we open the uppermost chamber, we shall find every +vestige of the spiders gone, and the cavity filled (and, strange to +say, exactly filled) by a brown-coated wasp-pupa, enveloped in a fine +silken shroud. In the chamber below, perhaps, we shall find the +grub full-grown, and finishing his last spicier; and so on, down six +or eight storeys, till the lowest holds nothing but spiders, packed +close, but not yet sealed up. These spiders, be it remembered, +are not dead. By some strange craft, the wasp knows exactly where +to pierce them with her sting, so as to stupefy, but not to kill, just +as the sand-wasps of our banks at home stupefy the large weevils which +they store in their burrows as food for their grubs.</p> +<p>There are wasps too, here, who make pretty little jar-shaped nests, +round, with a neatly lined round lip. Paper-nests, too, more like +those of our tree-wasps at home, hang from the trees in the woods. +Ants’ nests, too, hang sometimes from the stronger boughs, looking +like huge hard lumps of clay. And, once at least, we have found +silken nests of butterflies or moths, containing many chrysalids each. +Meanwhile, dismiss from your mind the stories of insect plagues. +If good care is taken to close the mosquito curtains at night, the flies +about the house are not nearly as troublesome as we have often found +the midges in Scotland. As for snakes, we have seen none; centipedes +are, certainly, apt to get into the bath, but can be fished out dead, +and thrown to the chickens. The wasps and bees do not sting, or +in any wise interfere with our comfort, save by building on the books. +The only ants who come into the house are the minute, harmless, and +most useful ‘crazy ants,’ who run up and down wildly all +day, till they find some eatable thing, an atom of bread or a disabled +cockroach, of which last, by the by, we have seen hardly any here. +They then prove themselves in their sound senses by uniting to carry +off their prey, some pulling, some pushing, with a steady combination +of effort which puts to shame an average negro crew. And these +are all we have to fear, unless it be now and then a huge spider, which +it is not the fashion here to kill, as they feed on flies. So +comfort yourself with the thought that, as regards insect pests, we +are quite as comfortable as in an country-house, and infinitely more +comfortable than in English country-house, and infinitely more comfortable +than in a Scotch shooting lodge, let alone an Alpine châlet.</p> +<p>Lizards run about the walks in plenty, about the same size is the +green lizard of the South of Europe, but of more sober colours. +The parasol ants—of whom I could tell you much, save that you +will read far more than I can tell you in half a dozen books at home—walk +in triumphal processions, each with a bit of green leaf borne over its +head, and probably, when you look closely, with a little ant or two +riding on it, and getting a lift home after work on their stronger sister’s +back—and these are all the monsters which you are likely to meet.</p> +<p>Would that there were more birds to be seen and heard! But +of late years the free Negro, like the French peasant during the first +half of this century, has held it to be one of the indefeasible rights +of a free man to carry a rusty gun, and to shoot every winged thing. +He has been tempted, too, by orders from London shops for gaudy birds—humming-birds +especially. And when a single house, it is said, advertises for +20,000 bird-skins at a time, no wonder if birds grow scarce; and no +wonder, too, if the wholesale destruction of these insect-killers should +avenge itself by a plague of vermin, caterpillars, and grubs innumerable. +Already the turf of the Savannah or public park, close by, is being +destroyed by hordes of mole-crickets, strange to say, almost exactly +like those of our old English meadows; and unless something is done +to save the birds, the cane and other crops will surely suffer in their +turn. A gun-licence would be, it seems, both unpopular and easily +evaded in a wild forest country. A heavy export tax on bird-skins +has been proposed. May it soon be laid on, and the vegetable wealth +of the island saved, at the expense of a little less useless finery +in young ladies’ hats.</p> +<p>So we shall see and hear but few birds round Port of Spain, save +the black vultures <a name="citation87a"></a><a href="#footnote87a">{87a}</a>—Corbeaux, +as they call them here; and the black ‘tick birds,’ <a name="citation87b"></a><a href="#footnote87b">{87b}</a> +a little larger than our English blackbird, with a long tail and a thick-hooked +bill, who perform for the cattle here the same friendly office as is +performed by starlings at home. Privileged creatures, they cluster +about on rails and shrubs within ten feet of the passer, while overhead +in the tree-tops the ‘Qu’est ce qu’il dit,’ +<a name="citation87c"></a><a href="#footnote87c">{87c}</a> a brown and +yellow bird, who seems almost equally privileged and insolent, inquires +perpetually what you say. Besides these, swallows of various kinds, +little wrens, <a name="citation87d"></a><a href="#footnote87d">{87d}</a> +almost exactly like our English ones, and night-hawking goat-suckers, +few birds are seen. But, unseen, in the depths of every wood, +a songster breaks out ever and anon in notes equal for purity and liveliness +to those of our English thrush, and belies the vulgar calumny that tropic +birds, lest they should grow too proud of their gay feathers, are denied +the gift of song.</p> +<p>One look, lastly, at the animals which live, either in cages or at +liberty, about the house. The queen of all the pets is a black +and gray spider monkey <a name="citation88"></a><a href="#footnote88">{88}</a> +from Guiana—consisting of a tail which has developed, at one end, +a body about twice as big as a hare’s; four arms (call them not +legs), of which the front ones have no thumbs, nor rudiments of thumbs; +and a head of black hair, brushed forward over the foolish, kindly, +greedy, sad face, with its wide, suspicious, beseeching eyes, and mouth +which, as in all these American monkeys, as far as we have seen, can +have no expression, not even that of sensuality, because it has no lips. +Others have described the spider monkey as four legs and a tail, tied +in a knot in the middle: but the tail is, without doubt, the most important +of the five limbs. Wherever the monkey goes, whatever she does, +the tail is the standing-point, or rather hanging-point. It takes +one turn at least round something or other, provisionally, and in case +it should be wanted; often, as she swings, every other limb hangs in +the most ridiculous repose, and the tail alone supports. Sometimes +it carries, by way of ornament, a bunch of flowers or a live kitten. +Sometimes it is curled round the neck, or carried over the head in the +hands, out of harm’s way; or when she comes silently up behind +you, puts her cold hand in yours, and walks by your side like a child, +she steadies herself by taking a half-turn of her tail round your wrist. +Her relative Jack, of whom hereafter, walks about carrying his chain, +to ease his neck, in a loop of his tail. The spider monkey’s +easiest attitude in walking, and in running also, is, strangely, upright, +like a human being: but as for her antics, nothing could represent them +to you, save a series of photographs, and those instantaneous ones; +for they change, every moment, not by starts, but with a deliberate +ease which would be grace in anything less horribly ugly, into postures +such as Callot or Breughel never fancied for the ugliest imps who ever +tormented St. Anthony. All absurd efforts of agility which you +ever saw at a <i>séance</i> of the Hylobates Lar Club at Cambridge +are quiet and clumsy compared to the rope-dancing which goes on in the +boughs of the Poui tree, or, to their great detriment, of the Bougainvillea +and the Gardenia on the lawn. But with all this, Spider is the +gentlest, most obedient, and most domestic of beasts. Her creed +is, that yellow bananas are the <i>summum bonum</i>; and that she must +not come into the dining-room, or even into the verandah; whither, nevertheless, +she slips, in fear and trembling, every morning, to steal the little +green parrot’s breakfast out of his cage, or the baby’s +milk, or fruit off the side-board; in which case she makes her appearance +suddenly and silently, sitting on the threshold like a distorted fiend; +and begins scratching herself, looking at everything except the fruit, +and pretending total absence of mind, till the proper moment comes for +unwinding her lengthy ugliness, and making a snatch at the table. +Poor weak-headed thing, full of foolish cunning; always doing wrong, +and knowing that it is wrong, but quite unable to resist temptation; +and then profuse in futile explanations, gesticulations, mouthings of +an ‘Oh!—oh!—oh!’ so pitiably human, that you +can only punish her by laughing at her, which she does not at all like. +One cannot resist the fancy, while watching her, either that she was +once a human being, or that she is trying to become one. But, +at present, she has more than one habit to learn, or to recollect, ere +she become as fit for human society as the dog or the cat. <a name="citation89"></a><a href="#footnote89">{89}</a> +Her friends are, every human being who will take notice of her, and +a beautiful little Guazupita, or native deer, a little larger than a +roe, with great black melting eyes, and a heart as soft as its eyes, +who comes to lick one’s hand; believes in bananas as firmly as +the monkey; and when she can get no hand to lick, licks the hairy monkey +for mere love’s sake, and lets it ride on her back, and kicks +it off, and lets it get on again and take a half-turn of its tail round +her neck, and throttle her with its arms, and pull her nose out of the +way when a banana is coming: and all out of pure love; for the two have +never been introduced to each other by man; and the intimacy between +them, like that famous one between the horse and the hen, is of Nature’s +own making up.</p> +<p>Very different from the spider monkey in temper is her cousin Jack, +who sits, sullen and unrepentant, at the end of a long chain, having +an ugly liking for the calves of passers-by, and ugly teeth to employ +on them. Sad at heart he is, and testifies his sadness sometimes +by standing bolt upright, with his long arms in postures oratorio, almost +prophetic, or, when duly pitied and moaned to, lying down on his side, +covering his hairy eyes with one hairy arm, and weeping and sobbing +bitterly. He seems, speaking scientifically, to be some sort of +Mycetes or Howler, from the flat globular throat, which indicates the +great development of the hyoid bone; but, happily for the sleep of the +neighbourhood, he never utters in captivity any sound beyond a chuckle; +and he is supposed, by some here, from his burly thick-set figure, vast +breadth between the ears, short neck, and general cast of countenance, +to have been, in a prior state of existence, a man and a brother—and +that by no means of negro blood—who has gained, in this his purgatorial +stage of existence, nothing save a well-earned tail. At all events, +more than one of us was impressed, at the first sight, with the conviction +that we had seen him before.</p> +<p>Poor Jack! and it is come to this: and all from the indulgence of +his five senses, plus ‘the sixth sense of vanity.’ +His only recreation save eating is being led about by the mulatto turnkey, +the one human being with whom he, dimly understanding what is fit for +him, will at all consort; and having wild pines thrown down to him from +the Poui tree above by the spider monkey, whose gambols he watches with +pardonable envy. Like the great Mr. Barry Lyndon (the acutest +sketch of human nature dear Thackeray ever made), he cannot understand +why the world is so unjust and foolish as to have taken a prejudice +against him. After all, he is nothing but a strong nasty brute; +and his only reason for being here is that he is a new and undescribed +species, never seen before, and, it is to be hoped, never to be seen +again.</p> +<p>In a cage near by (for there is quite a little menagerie here) are +three small Sapajous, <a name="citation90"></a><a href="#footnote90">{90}</a> +two of which belong to the island; as abject and selfish as monkeys +usually are, and as uninteresting; save for the plain signs which they +give of being actuated by more than instinct,—by a ‘reasoning’ +power exactly like in kind, though not equal in degree, to that of man. +If, as people are now too much induced to believe, the brain makes the +man, and not some higher Reason connected intimately with the Moral +Sense, which will endure after the brain has turned to dust; if to foresee +consequences from experience, and to adapt means to ends, be the highest +efforts of the intellect: then who can deny that the Sapajou proves +himself a man and a brother, plus a tail, when he puts out a lighted +cigar-end before he chews it, by dipping it into the water-pan; and +that he may, therefore, by long and steady calculations about the conveniences +of virtue and inconveniences of vice, gradually cure himself and his +children of those evil passions which are defined as ‘the works +of the flesh,’ and rise to the supremest heights of justice, benevolence, +and purity? We, who have been brought up in an older, and as we +were taught to think, a more rational creed, may not be able yet to +allow our imaginations so daringly hopeful a range: but the world travels +fast, and seems travelling on into some such theory just now; leaving +behind, as antiquated bigots, those who dare still to believe in the +eternal and immutable essence of Goodness, and in the divine origin +of man, created in the likeness of God, that he might be perfect even +as his Father in heaven is perfect.</p> +<p>But to return to the animals. The cage next to the monkeys +holds a more pleasant beast; a Toucan out of the primeval forest, as +gorgeous in colour as he is ridiculous in shape. His general plumage +is black, set off by a snow-white gorget fringed with crimson; crimson +and green tail coverts, and a crimson and green beak, with blue cere +about his face and throat. His enormous and weak bill seems made +for the purpose of swallowing bananas whole; how he feeds himself with +it in the forest it is difficult to guess: and when he hops up and down +on his great clattering feet—two toes turned forward, and two +back—twisting head and beak right and left (for he cannot see +well straight before him) to see whence the bananas are coming; or when +again, after gorging a couple, he sits gulping and winking, digesting +them in serene satisfaction, he is as good a specimen as can be seen +of the ludicrous—dare I say the intentionally ludicrous?—element +in nature.</p> +<p>Next to him is a Kinkajou; <a name="citation91a"></a><a href="#footnote91a">{91a}</a> +a beautiful little furry bear—or racoon—who has found it +necessary for his welfare in this world of trees to grow a long prehensile +tail, as the monkeys of the New World have done. He sleeps by +day; save when woke up to eat a banana, or to scoop the inside out of +an egg with his long lithe tongue: but by night he remembers his forest-life, +and performs strange dances by the hour together, availing himself not +only of his tail, which he uses just as the spider monkey does, but +of his hind feet, which he can turn completely round at will, till the +claws point forward like those of a bat. But with him, too, the +tail is the sheet-anchor, by which he can hold on, and bring all his +four feet to bear on his food. So it is with the little Ant-eater, +<a name="citation91b"></a><a href="#footnote91b">{91b}</a> who must +needs climb here to feed on the tree ants. So it is, too, with +the Tree Porcupine, <a name="citation91c"></a><a href="#footnote91c">{91c}</a> +or Coendou, who (in strange contrast to the well-known classic Porcupine +of the rocks of Southern Europe) climbs trees after leaves, and swings +about like the monkeys. For the life of animals in the primeval +forest is, as one glance would show you, principally arboreal. +The flowers, the birds, the insects, are all a hundred feet over your +head as you walk along in the all but lifeless shade; and half an hour +therein would make you feel how true was Mr. Wallace’s simile—that +a walk in the tropic forest was like one in an empty cathedral while +the service was being celebrated upon the roof.</p> +<p>In the next two cages, however, are animals who need no prehensile +tails; for they are cats, furnished with those far more useful and potent +engines, retractile claws; a form of beast at which the thoughtful man +will never look without wonder; so unique, so strange, and yet as perfect, +that it suits every circumstance of every clime; as does that equally +unique form the dragon-fly. We found the dragon-flies here, to +our surprise, exactly similar to, and as abundant as, the dragon-flies +at home, and remembering that there were dragon-flies of exactly the +same type ages and ages ago, in the days of the Œningen and Solenhofen +slates, said—Here is indeed a perfect work of God, which, as far +as man can see, has needed no improvement (if such an expression be +allowable) throughout epochs in which the whole shape of continents +and seas, and the whole climate of the planet, has changed again and +again. The cats are: an ocelot, a beautiful spotted and striped +fiend, who hisses like a snake; a young jaguar, a clumsy, happy kitten, +about as big as a pug dog, with a puny kitten’s tail, who plays +with the spider monkey, and only shows by the fast-increasing bulk of +his square lumbering head, that in six months he will be ready to eat +the monkey, and in twelve to eat the keeper.</p> +<p>There are strange birds, too. One, whom you may see in the +Zoological Gardens, like a plover with a straight beak and bittern’s +plumage, from ‘The Main,’ whose business is to walk about +the table at meals uttering sad metallic noises and catching flies. +His name is Sun-bird, <a name="citation93a"></a><a href="#footnote93a">{93a}</a> +‘Sun-fowlo’ of the Surinam Negroes, according to dear old +Stedman, ‘because, when it extends its wings, which it often does, +there appears on the interior part of each wing a most beautiful representation +of the sun. This bird,’ he continues very truly, ‘might +be styled the perpetual motion, its body making a continual movement, +and its tail keeping time like the pendulum of a clock.’ <a name="citation93b"></a><a href="#footnote93b">{93b}</a> +A game-bird, olive, with a bare red throat, also from The Main, called +a Chacaracha, <a name="citation93c"></a><a href="#footnote93c">{93c}</a> +who is impudently brave, and considers the house his own; and a great +black Curassow, <a name="citation93d"></a><a href="#footnote93d">{93d}</a> +also from The Main, who patronises the turkeys and guinea-fowl; stalks +in dignity before them; and when they do not obey, enforces his authority +by pecking them to death. There is thus plenty of amusement here, +and instruction too, for those to whom the ways of dumb animals during +life are more interesting than their stuffed skins after death.</p> +<p>But there is the signal-gun, announcing the arrival of the Mail from +home. And till it departs again there will be no time to add to +this hasty, but not unfaithful, sketch of first impressions in a tropic +island.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VI: MONOS</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>Early in January, I started with my host and his little suite on +an expedition to the islands of the Bocas. Our object was twofold: +to see tropical coast scenery, and to get, if possible, some Guacharo +birds (pronounced Huáchӑro), of whom more hereafter. +Our chance of getting them depended on the sea being calm outside the +Bocas, as well as inside. The calm inside was no proof of the +calm out. Port of Spain is under the lee of the mountains; and +the surf might be thundering along the northern shore, tearing out stone +after stone from the soft cliffs, and shrouding all the distant points +in salt haze, though the gulf along which we were rowing was perfectly +smooth, and the shipping and the mangrove scrub and the coco-palms hung +double, reflected as in a mirror, not of glass but of mud; and on the +swamps of the Caroni the malarious fog hung motionless in long straight +lines, waiting for the first blaze of sunrise to sublime it and its +invisible poisons into the upper air, where it would be swept off, harmless, +by the trade-wind which rushed along half a mile above our heads.</p> +<p>So away we rowed, or rather were rowed by four stalwart Negroes, +along the northern shore of the gulf, while the sun leapt up straight +astern, and made the awning, or rather the curtains of the awning, needful +enough. For the perpendicular rays of the sun in the Tropics are +not so much dreaded as the horizontal ones, which strike on the forehead, +or, still more dangerous, on the back of the head; and in the West Indies, +as in the United States, the early morning and the latter part of the +afternoon are the times for sunstrokes. Some sort of shade for +the back of the head is necessary for an European, unless (which is +not altogether to be recommended) he adopts the La Platan fashion of +wearing the natural, and therefore surest, sunshade of his own hair +hanging down to his shoulders after the manner of our old cavaliers.</p> +<p>The first islands which we made—The Five Islands, as they are +called—are curious enough. Isolated remnants of limestone, +the biggest perhaps one hundred yards long by one hundred feet high, +channelled and honeycombed into strange shapes by rain and waves they +are covered—that at least on which we landed—almost exclusively +by Matapalos, which seem to have stranded the original trees and established +themselves in every cranny of the rocks, sending out arms, legs, fingers, +ropes, pillars, and what not, of live holdfasts over every rock and +over each other till little but the ubiquitous Seguine <a name="citation95a"></a><a href="#footnote95a">{95a}</a> +and Pinguins <a name="citation95b"></a><a href="#footnote95b">{95b}</a> +find room or sustenance among them. The island on which we landed +is used, from time to time, as a depôt for coolie immigrants when +first landed. There they remain to rest after the voyage till +they can be apportioned by the Government officers to the estates which +need them. Of this admirable system of satisfying the great need +of the West Indies, free labourers, I may be allowed to say a little +here.</p> +<p>‘Immigrants’ are brought over from Hindostan at the expense +of the colony. The Indian Government jealously watches the emigration, +and through agents of its own rigidly tests the <i>bona-fide</i> ‘voluntary’ +character of the engagement. That they are well treated on the +voyage is sufficiently proved, that on 2264 souls imported last year +the death-rate during the voyage was only 2.7 per cent, although cholera +attacked the crew of one of the ships before it left the Hooghly. +During the last three years ships with over 300 emigrants have arrived +several times in Trinidad without a single death. On their arrival +in Trinidad, those who are sick are sent at once to the hospital; those +unfit for immediate labour are sent to the depot. The healthy +are ‘indentured’—in plain English, apprenticed—for +five years, and distributed among the estates which have applied for +them. Husbands and wives are not allowed to be separated, nor +are children under fifteen parted from their parents or natural protectors. +They are expected by the law to work for 280 days in the year, nine +hours a day; and receive the same wages as the free labourers: but for +this system task-work is by consent universally substituted; and (as +in the case of an English apprentice) the law, by various provisions, +at once punishes them for wilful idleness, and protects them from tyranny +or fraud on the part of their employers. Till the last two years +the newcomers received their wages entirely in money. But it was +found better to give them for the first year (and now for the two first +years) part payment in daily rations: a pound of rice, four ounces of +dholl (a kind of pea), an ounce of coconut oil or ghee, and two ounces +of sugar to each adult; and half the same to each child between five +and ten years old.</p> +<p>This plan has been found necessary, in order to protect the Coolies +both from themselves and from each other. They themselves prefer +receiving the whole of their wages in cash. With that fondness +for mere hard money which marks a half-educated Oriental, they will, +as a rule, hoard their wages; and stint themselves of food, injuring +their powers of work, and even endangering their own lives; as is proved +by the broad fact that the death-rate among them has much decreased, +especially during the first year of residence, since the plan of giving +them rations has been at work. The newcomers need, too, protection +from their own countrymen. Old Coolies who have served their time +and saved money find it convenient to turn rice-sellers or money-lenders. +They have powerful connections on many estates; they first advance money +or luxuries to a newcomer, and when he is once entrapped, they sell +him the necessaries of life at famine prices. Thus the practical +effect of rations has been to lessen the number of those little roadside +shops, which were a curse to Trinidad, and are still a curse to the +English workman. Moreover—for all men are not perfect, even +in Trinidad—the Coolie required protection, in certain cases, +against a covetous and short-sighted employer, who might fancy it to +be his interest to let the man idle during his first year, while weak, +and so save up an arrear of ‘lost days’ to be added at the +end of the five years, when he was a strong skilled labourer. +An employer will have, of course, far less temptation to do this, while, +as now, he is bound to feed the Coolie for the first two years. +Meanwhile, be it remembered, the very fact that such a policy was tempting, +goes to prove that the average Coolie grew, during his five years’ +apprenticeship, a stronger, and not a weaker, man.</p> +<p>There is thorough provision—as far as the law can provide—for +the Coolies in case of sickness. No estate is allowed to employ +indentured Coolies, which has not a duly ‘certified’ hospital, +capable of holding one-tenth at least of the Coolies on the estate, +with an allowance of 800 cubic feet to each person; and these hospitals +are under the care of district medical visitors, appointed by the Governor, +and under the inspection (as are the labour-books, indeed every document +and arrangement connected with the Coolies) of the Agent-General of +Immigrants or his deputies. One of these officers, the Inspector, +is always on the move, and daily visits, without warning, one or more +estates, reporting every week to the Agent-General. The Governor +may at any time, without assigning any cause, cancel the indenture of +any immigrant, or remove any part or the whole of the indentured immigrant +labourers from any estate; and this has been done ere now.</p> +<p>I know but too well that, whether in Europe or in the Indies, no +mere laws, however wisely devised, will fully protect the employed from +the employer; or, again, the employer from the employed. What +is needed is a moral bond between them; a bond above, or rather beneath, +that of mere wages, however fairly paid, for work, however fairly done. +The patriarchal system had such a bond; so had the feudal: but they +are both dead and gone, having done, I presume, all that it was in them +to do, and done it, like all human institutions, not over well. +And meanwhile, that nobler bond, after which Socialists so-called have +sought, and after which I trust they will go on seeking still—a +bond which shall combine all that was best in patriarchism and feudalism, +with that freedom of the employed which those forms of society failed +to give—has not been found is yet; and, for a generation or two +to come, ‘cash-payment seems likely to be the only nexus between +man and man.’ Because that is the meanest and weakest of +all bonds, it must be watched jealously and severely by any Government +worthy of the name; for to leave it to be taken care of by the mere +brute tendencies of supply and demand, and the so-called necessities +of the labour market, is simply to leave the poor man who cannot wait +to be blockaded and starved out by the rich who can. Therefore +all Colonial Governments are but doing their plain duty in keeping a +clear eye and a strong hand on this whole immigration movement; and +in fencing it round, as in Trinidad, with such regulations as shall +make it most difficult for a Coolie to be seriously or permanently wronged +without direct infraction of the law, and connivance of Government officers; +which last supposition is, in the case of Trinidad, absurd, as long +as Dr. Mitchell, whom I am proud to call my friend, holds a post for +which he is equally fitted by his talents and his virtues.</p> +<p>I am well aware that some benevolent persons, to whom humanity owes +much, regard Coolie immigration to the West Indies with some jealousy, +fearing, and not unnaturally, that it may degenerate into a sort of +slave-trade. I think that if they will study the last immigration +ordinance enacted by the Governor of Trinidad, June 24, 1870, and the +report of the Agent-General of Immigrants for the year ending September +30, 1869, their fears will be set at rest as far as this colony is concerned. +Of other colonies I say nothing, simply because I know nothing: save +that, if there are defects and abuses elsewhere, the remedy is simple: +namely, to adopt the system of Trinidad, and work it as it is worked +there.</p> +<p>After he has served his five years’ apprenticeship, the Coolie +has two courses before him. Either he can re-indenture himself +to an employer, for not more than twelve months, which as a rule he +does; or he can seek employment where he likes. At the end of +a continuous residence of ten years in all, and at any period after +that, he is entitled to a free passage back to Hindostan; or he may +exchange his right to a free passage for a Government grant of ten acres +of land. He has meanwhile, if he has been thrifty, grown rich. +His wife walks about, at least on high-days, bedizened with jewels: +nay, you may see her, even on work-days, hoeing in the cane-piece with +heavy silver bangles hanging down over her little brown feet: and what +wealth she does not carry on her arms, ankles, neck, and nostril, her +husband has in the savings’ bank. The ship <i>Arima</i>, +as an instance,: took back 320 Coolies last year, of whom seven died +on the voyage. These people carried with them 65,585 dollars; +and one man, Heerah, handed over 6000 dollars for transmission through +the Treasury, and was known to have about him 4000 more. This +man, originally allotted to an estate, had, after serving out his industrial +contract, resided in the neighbouring village of Savannah Grande as +a shopkeeper and money-lender for the last ten years. Most of +this money, doubtless, had been squeezed out of other Coolies by means +not unknown to Europeans, as well as to Hindoos: but it must have been +there to be squeezed out. And the new ‘feeding ordinance’ +will, it is to be hoped, pare the claws of Hindoo and Chinese usurers.</p> +<p>The newly offered grant of Government land has, as yet, been accepted +only in a few cases. ‘It was not to be expected,’ +says the report, ‘that the Indian, whose habits have been fixed +in special grooves for tens of centuries, should hurriedly embrace an +offer which must strike at all his prejudices of country, and creed, +and kin.’ Still, about sixty had settled in 1869 near the +estates in Savonetta, where I saw them, and at Point à Pierre; +other settlements have been made since, of which more hereafter. +And, as a significant fact, many Coolies who have returned to India +are now coming back a second time to Trinidad, bringing their kinsfolk +and fellow-villagers with them, to a land where violence is unknown, +and famine impossible. Moreover, numerous Coolies from the French +Islands are now immigrating, and buying land. These are chiefly +Madrassees, who are, it is said, stronger and healthier than the Calcutta +Coolies. In any case, there seems good hope that a race of Hindoo +peasant-proprietors will spring up in the colony, whose voluntary labour +will be available at crop-time; and who will teach the Negro thrift +and industry, not only by their example, but by competing against him +in the till lately understocked labour-market.</p> +<p>Very interesting was the first glimpse of Hindoos; and still more +of Hindoos in the West Indies—the surplus of one of the oldest +civilisations of the old world, come hither to replenish the new; novel +was the sight of the dusky limbs swarming up and down among the rocks +beneath the Matapalo shade; the group in the water as we landed, bathing +and dressing themselves at the same time, after the modest and graceful +Hindoo fashion; the visit to the wooden barracks, where a row of men +was ranged on one side of the room, with their women and children on +the other, having their name, caste, native village, and so forth, taken +down before they were sent off to the estates to which they were indentured. +Three things were noteworthy; first, the healthy cheerful look of all, +speaking well for the care and good feeding which they had had on board +ship; next, the great variety in their faces and complexions. +Almost all of them were low-caste people. Indeed few high-caste +Hindoos, except some Sepoys who found it prudent to emigrate after the +rebellion, have condescended, or dared, to cross the ‘dark water’; +and only a very few of those who come west are Mussulmans. But +among the multitude of inferior castes who do come there is a greater +variety of feature and shape of skull than in an average multitude, +as far as I have seen, of any European nation. Caste, the physiognomist +soon sees, began in a natural fact. It meant difference, not of +rank, but of tribe and language; and India is not, as we are apt to +fancy, a nation: it is a world. One must therefore regard this +emigration of the Coolies, like anything else which tends to break down +caste, as a probable step forward in their civilisation. For it +must tend to undermine in them, and still more in their children, the +petty superstitions of old tribal distinctions; and must force them +to take their stand on wider and sounder ground, and see that ‘a +man’s a man for a’ that.’</p> +<p>The third thing noteworthy in the crowd which cooked, chatted, lounged, +sauntered idly to and fro under the Matapalos—the pillared air-roots +of which must have put them in mind of their own Banyans at home—was +their good manners. One saw in a moment that one was among gentlemen +and ladies. The dress of many of the men was nought but a scarf +wrapped round the loins; that of most of the women nought but the longer +scarf which the Hindoo woman contrives to arrange in a most graceful, +as well as a perfectly modest covering, even for her feet and head. +These garments, and perhaps a brass pot, were probably all the worldly +goods of most of them just then. But every attitude, gesture, +tone, was full of grace; of ease, courtesy, self-restraint, dignity—of +that ‘sweetness and light,’ at least in externals, which +Mr. Matthew Arnold desiderates. I am well aware that these people +are not perfect; that, like most heathen folk and some Christian, their +morals are by no means spotless, their passions by no means trampled +out. But they have acquired—let Hindoo scholars tell how +and where—a civilisation which shows in them all day long; which +draws the European to them and them to the European, whenever the latter +is worthy of the name of a civilised man, instinctively, and by the +mere interchange of glances; a civilisation which must make it easy +for the Englishman, if he will but do his duty, not only to make use +of these people, but to purify and ennoble them.</p> +<p>Another thing was noteworthy about the Coolies, at the very first +glance, and all we saw afterwards proved that that first glance was +correct; I mean their fondness for children. If you took notice +of a child, not only the mother smiled thanks and delight, but the men +around likewise, as if a compliment had been paid to their whole company. +We saw afterwards almost daily proofs of the Coolie men’s fondness +for their children; of their fondness also—an excellent sign that +the morale is not destroyed at the root—for dumb animals. +A Coolie cow or donkey is petted, led about tenderly, tempted with tit-bits. +Pet animals, where they can be got, are the Coolie’s delight, +as they are the delight of the wild Indian. I wish I could say +the same of the Negro. His treatment of his children and of his +beasts of burden is, but too often, as exactly opposed to that of the +Coolie as are his manners. No wonder that the two races do not, +and it is to be feared never will, amalgamate; that the Coolie, shocked +by the unfortunate awkwardness of gesture and vulgarity of manners of +the average Negro, and still more of the Negress, looks on them as savages; +while the Negro, in his turn hates the Coolie as a hard-working interloper, +and despises him as a heathen; or that heavy fights between the two +races arise now and then, in which the Coolie, in spite of his slender +limbs, has generally the advantage over the burly Negro, by dint of +his greater courage, and the terrible quickness with which he wields +his beloved weapon, the long hardwood quarterstaff.</p> +<p>But to return: we rowed away with a hundred confused, but most pleasant +new impressions, amid innumerable salaams to the Governor by these kindly +courteous people, and then passed between the larger limestone islands +into the roadstead of Chaguaramas, which ought to be, and some day may +be, the harbour for the British West India fleet; and for the shipping, +too, of that commerce which, as Humboldt prophesied, must some day spring +up between Europe and the boundless wealth of the Upper Orinoco, as +yet lying waste. Already gold discoveries in the Sierra de Parima +(of which more hereafter) are indicating the honesty of poor murdered +Raleigh. Already the good President of Ciudad Bolivar (Angostura) +has disbanded the ruffian army, which is the usual curse of a Spanish +American republic, and has inaugurated, it is to be hoped, a reign of +peace and commerce. Already an American line of steamers runs +as far as Nutrias, some eight hundred miles up the Orinoco and Apure; +while a second will soon run up the Meta, almost to Santa Fé +de Bogotá, and bring down the Orinoco the wealth, not only of +Southern Venezuela, but of central New Grenada; and then a day may come +when the admirable harbour of Chaguaramas may be one of the entrepôts +of the world; if a certain swamp to windward, which now makes the place +pestilential, could but be drained. The usual method of so doing +now is to lay the swamp as dry as possible by open ditches, and then +plant it, with coconuts, whose roots have some mysterious power both +of drying and purifying the soil; but were Chaguaramas ever needed as +an entrepôt, it would not be worth while to wait for coconuts +to grow. A dyke across the mouth, and a steam-pump on it, as in +the fens of Norfolk and of Guiana, to throw the land-water over into +the sea, would probably expel the evil spirit of malaria at once and +for ever.</p> +<p>We rowed on past the Boca de Monos, by which we had entered the gulf +at first, and looked out eagerly enough for sharks, which are said to +swarm at Chaguaramas. But no warning fin appeared above the ripple; +only, more than once, close to the stern of the boat, a heavy fish broke +water with a sharp splash and swirl, which was said to be a Barracouta, +following us up in mere bold curiosity, but perfectly ready to have +attacked any one who fell overboard. These Barracoutas—Sphyrænas +as the learned, or ‘pike’ as the sailors call them, though +they are no kin to our pike at home—are, when large, nearly as +dangerous as a shark. In some parts of the West Indies folk dare +not bathe for fear of them; for they lie close inshore, amid the heaviest +surf; and woe to any living thing which they come across. Moreover, +they have this somewhat mean advantage over you, that while, if they +eat you, you will agree with them perfectly, you cannot eat them, at +least at certain or uncertain seasons of the year, without their disagreeing +with you, without sickness, trembling pains in all joints, falling off +of nails and hair for years to come, and possible death. Those +who may wish to know more of the poisonous fishes of the West Indies +may profitably consult a paper in the <i>Proceedings</i> of the Scientific +Association of Trinidad by that admirable naturalist, and—let +me say of him (though I have not the honour of knowing him) what has +long been said by all who have that honour—admirable man, the +Hon. Richard Hill of Jamaica. He mentions some thirteen species +which are more or less poisonous, at all events at times: but on the +cause of their unwholesomeness he throws little light; and still less +on the extraordinary but undoubted fact that the same species may be +poisonous in one island and harmless in another; and that of two species +so close as to be often considered as the same, one may be poisonous, +the other harmless. The yellow-billed sprat, <a name="citation102"></a><a href="#footnote102">{102}</a> +for instance, is usually so poisonous that ‘death has occurred +from eating it in many cases immediately, and in some recorded instances +even before the fish was swallowed.’ Yet a species caught +with this, and only differing from it (if indeed it be distinct) by +having a yellow spot instead of a black one on the gill-cover, is harmless. +Mr. Hill attributes the poisonous quality, in many cases, to the foul +food which the fish get from coral reefs, such as the Formigas bank, +midway between Cuba, Hayti, and Jamaica, where, as you ‘approach +it from the east, you find the cheering blandness of the sea-breeze +suddenly changing to the nauseating smell of a fish-market.’ +There, as off similar reefs in the Bahamas and round Anegada, as we’ll +as at one end of St. Kitts, the fish are said to be all poisonous. +If this theory be correct, the absence of coral reefs round Trinidad +may help to account for the fact stated by Mr. Joseph, that poisonous +fish are unknown in that island. The statement, however, is somewhat +too broadly made; for the Chouf-chouf, <a name="citation103a"></a><a href="#footnote103a">{103a}</a> +a prickly fish which blows itself out like a bladder, and which may +be seen hanging in many a sailor’s cottage in England, is as evil-disposed +in Trinidad as elsewhere. The very vultures will not eat it; and +while I was in the island a family of Coolies, in spite of warning, +contrived to kill themselves with the nasty vermin: the only one who +had wit enough to refuse it being an idiot boy.</p> +<p>These islands of the Bocas, three in number, are some two miles long +each, and some eight hundred to one thousand feet in height; at least, +so say the surveyors. To the eye, as is usual in the Tropics, +they look much lower. One is inclined here to estimate hills at +half, or less than half, their actual height; and that from causes simple +enough. Not only does the intense clearness of the atmosphere +make the summits appear much nearer than in England; but the trees on +the summit increase the deception. The mind, from home association, +supposes them to be of the same height as average English trees on a +hill-top—say fifty feet—and estimates, rapidly and unconsciously, +the height of the mountain by that standard. The trees are actually +nearer a hundred and fifty than fifty feet high; and the mountain is +two or three times as big as it looks.</p> +<p>But it is not their height, nor the beauty of their outline, nor +the size of the trunks which still linger on them here and there, which +gives these islands their special charm. It is their exquisite +little land-locked southern coves—places to live and die in—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘The world forgetting, by the world forgot.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>Take as an example that into which we rowed that day in Monos, as +the old Spaniards named it, from monkeys long since extinct; a curved +shingle beach some fifty yards across, shut in right and left by steep +rocks wooded down almost to the sea, and worn into black caves and crannies, +festooned with the night-blowing Cereus, which crawls about with hairy +green legs, like a tangle of giant spiders. Among it, in the cracks, +upright Cerei, like candelabra twenty and thirty feet high, thrust themselves +aloft into the brushwood. An Aroid <a name="citation103b"></a><a href="#footnote103b">{103b}</a> +rides parasitic on roots and stems, sending downward long air-roots, +and upward brown rat-tails of flower, and broad leaves, four feet by +two, which wither into whity-brown paper, and are used, being tough +and fibrous, to wrap round the rowlocks of the oars. Tufts of +Karatas, top, spread their long prickly leaves among the bush of ‘rastrajo,’ +or second growth after the primeval forest has been cleared, which dips +suddenly right and left to the beach. It, and the little strip +of flat ground behind it, hold a three-roomed cottage—of course +on stilts; a shed which serves as a kitchen; a third ruined building, +which is tenanted mostly by lizards and creeping flowers; some twenty +or thirty coconut trees; and on the very edge of the sea an almond-tree, +its roots built up to seaward with great stones, its trunk hung with +fishing lines; and around it, scattered on the shingle, strange shells, +bits of coral, coconuts and their fragments; almonds from the tree; +the round scaly fruit of the Mauritia palm, which has probably floated +across the gulf from the forests of the Orinoco or the Caroni; and the +long seeds of the mangrove, in shape like a roach-fisher’s float, +and already germinating, their leaves showing at the upper end, a tiny +root at the lower. In that shingle they will not take root: but +they are quite ready to go to sea again next tide, and wander on for +weeks, and for hundreds of miles, till they run ashore at last on a +congenial bed of mud, throw out spider legs right and left, and hide +the foul mire with their gay green leaves.</p> +<p>The almond-tree, <a name="citation104"></a><a href="#footnote104">{104}</a> +with its flat stages of large smooth leaves, and oily eatable seeds +in an almond-like husk, is not an almond at all, or any kin thereto. +It has been named, as so many West Indian plants have, after some known +plant to which it bore a likeness, and introduced hither, and indeed +to all shores from Cuba to Guiana, from the East Indies, through Arabia +and tropical Africa, having begun its westward journey, probably, in +the pocket of some Portuguese follower of Vasco de Gama.</p> +<p>We beached the boat close to the almond-tree, and were welcomed on +shore by the lord of the cove, a gallant red-bearded Scotsman, with +a head and a heart; a handsome Creole wife, and lovely brownish children, +with no more clothes on than they could help. An old sailor, and +much-wandering Ulysses, he is now coastguardman, water-bailiff, policeman, +practical warden, and indeed practical viceroy of the island, and an +easy life of it he must have.</p> +<p>The sea gives him fish enough for his family, and for a brawny brown +servant. His coconut palms yield him a little revenue; he has +poultry, kids, and goats’ milk more than he needs; his patch of +provision-ground in the place gives him corn and roots, sweet potatoes, +yam, tania, cassava, and fruit too, all the year round. He needs +nothing, owes nothing, fears nothing. News and politics are to +him like the distant murmur of the surf at the back of the island; a +noise which is nought to him. His Bible, his almanac, and three +or four old books on a shelf are his whole library. He has all +that man needs, more than man deserves, and is far too wise to wish +to better himself.</p> +<p>I sat down on the beach beneath the amber shade of the palms; and +watched my white friends rushing into the clear sea and disporting themselves +there like so many otters, while the policeman’s little boy launched +a log canoe, not much longer than himself, and paddled out into the +midst of them, and then jumped upright in it, a little naked brown Cupidon; +whereon he and his canoe were of course upset, and pushed under water, +and scrambled over, and the whole cove rang with shouts and splashing, +enough to scare away the boldest shark, had one been on watch off the +point. I looked at the natural beauty and repose; at the human +vigour and happiness: and I said to myself, and said it often afterwards +in the West Indies: Why do not other people copy this wise Scot? +Why should not many a young couple, who have education, refinement, +resources in themselves, but are, happily or unhappily for them, unable +to keep a brougham and go to London balls, retreat to some such paradise +as this (and there are hundreds like it to be found in the West Indies), +leaving behind them false civilisation, and vain desires, and useless +show; and there live in simplicity and content ‘The Gentle Life’? +It is not true that the climate is too enervating. It is not true +that nature is here too strong for man. I have seen enough in +Trinidad, I saw enough even in little Monos, to be able to deny that; +and to say that in the West Indies, as elsewhere, a young man can be +pure, able, high-minded, industrious, athletic: and I see no reason +why a woman should not be likewise all that she need be.</p> +<p>A cultivated man and wife, with a few hundreds a year—just +enough, in fact, to enable them to keep a Coolie servant or two, might +be really wealthy in all which constitutes true wealth; and might be +useful also in their place; for each such couple would be a little centre +of civilisation for the Negro, the Coolie; and it may be for certain +young adventurers who, coming out merely to make money and return as +soon as possible, are but too apt to lose, under the double temptations +of gain and of drink, what elements of the ‘Gentle Life’ +they have gained from their mothers at home.</p> +<p>The following morning early we rowed away again, full of longing, +but not of hope, of reaching one or other of the Guacharo caves. +Keeping along under the lee of the island, we crossed the ‘Umbrella +Mouth,’ between it and Huevos, or Egg Island. On our right +were the islands; on our left the shoreless gulf; and ahead, the great +mountain of the mainland, with a wreath of white fleece near its summit, +and the shadows of clouds moving in dark patches up its sides. +As we crossed, the tumbling swell which came in from the outer sea, +and the columns of white spray which rose right and left against the +two door-posts of that mighty gateway, augured ill for our chances of +entering a cave. But on we went, with a warning not to be upset +if we could avoid it, in the shape of a shark’s back fin above +the oily swell; and under Huevos, and round into a lonely cove, with +high crumbling cliffs bedecked with Cereus and Aloes in flower, their +tall spikes of green flowers standing out against the sky, twenty or +thirty feet in height, and beds of short wild pine-apples, <a name="citation106"></a><a href="#footnote106">{106}</a> +like amber-yellow fur, and here and there hanging leaves trailing down +to the water; and on into a nook, the sight of which made us give up +all hopes of the cave, but which in itself was worth coming from Europe +to see. The work of ages of trade-surf had cut the island clean +through, with a rocky gully between soft rocks some hundred feet in +width. It was just passable at high tide; and through it we were +to have rowed, and turned to the left to the cave in the windward cliffs. +But ere we reached it the war outside said ‘No’ in a voice +which would take no denial, and when we beached the boat behind a high +rock, and scrambled up to look out, we saw a sight, one half of which +was not unworthy of the cliffs of Hartland or Bude. On the farther +side of the knife edge of rock, crumbling fast into the sea, a waste +of breakers rolled through the chasm, though there was scarcely any +wind to drive them, leaping, spouting, crashing, hammering down the +soft cliffs, which seemed to crumble, and did doubtless crumble, at +every blow; and beyond that the open blue sea, without a rock or a sail, +hazy, in spite of the blazing sunlight, beneath the clouds of spray. +But there ceased the likeness to a rock scene on the Cornish coast; +for at the other foot of the rock, not twenty yards from that wild uproar, +the land-locked cove up which we had come lay still as glass, and the +rocks were richer with foliage than an English orchard. Everywhere +down into the very sea, the Matapalos held and hung; their air-roots +dangled into the very water; many of them had fallen into it, but grew +on still, and blossomed with great white fragrant flowers, somewhat +like those of a Magnolia, each with a shining cake of amber wax as big +as a shilling in the centre; and over the Matapalos, tree on tree, liane +on liane, up to a negro garden, with its strange huge-leaved vegetables +and glossy fruit-trees, and its black owner standing on the cliff, and +peering down out of his little nest with grinning teeth and white wondering +eyes, at the white men who were gathering, off a few yards of beach, +among the great fallen leaves of the Matapalos, such shells as delighted +our childhood in the West India cabinet at home.</p> +<p>We lingered long, filling our eyes with beauty: and then rowed away. +What more was to be done? Through that very chasm we were to have +passed out to the cave. And yet the sight of this delicious nook +repaid us—so more than one of the party thought—for our +disappointment. There was another Guacharo cave in the Monos channel, +more under the lee. We would try that to-morrow.</p> +<p>As the sun sank that evening, we sat ourselves upon the eastern rocks, +and gazed away into the pale, sad, boundless west; while Venus hung +high, not a point, as here, but a broad disc of light, throwing a long +gleam over the sea. Fish skipped over the clear calm water; and +above, pelicans—the younger brown, the older gray—wheeled +round and round in lordly flight, paused, gave a sudden half-turn, then +fell into the water with widespread wings, and after a splash, rose +with another skipjack in their pouch. As it grew dark, dark things +came trooping over the sea, by twos and threes, then twenty at a time, +all past us toward a cave near by. Birds we fancied them at first, +of the colour and size of starlings; but they proved to be bats, and +bats, too, which have the reputation of catching fish. So goes +the tale, believed by some who see them continually, and have a keen +eye for nature; and who say that the bat sweeps the fish up off the +top of the water with the scoop-like membrane of his hind-legs and tail. +For this last fact I will not vouch. But I am assured that fish +scales were found, after I left the island, in the stomachs of these +bats; and that of the fact of their picking up small fish there can +be no doubt. ‘You could not,’ says a friend, ‘be +out at night in a boat, and hear their continual swish, swish, in the +water, without believing it.’ If so, the habit is a quaint +change of nature in them; for they belong, I am assured by my friend +Professor Newton, not to the insect-eating, but to the fruit-eating +family of bats, who, in the West as in the East Indies, may be seen +at night hovering round the Mango-trees, and destroying much more fruit +than they eat.</p> +<p>So we sat watching the little dark things flit by, like the gibbering +ghosts of the suitors in the <i>Odyssey</i>, into the darkness of the +cave; and then turned to long talk of things concerning which it is +best nowadays not to write; till it was time to feel our way indoors, +by such light as Venus gave, over the slippery rocks, and then, cautiously +enough, past the Manchineel <a name="citation107"></a><a href="#footnote107">{107}</a> +bush, a broken sprig of which would have raised an instant blister on +the face or hand.</p> +<p>Our night, as often happens in the Tropics, was not altogether undisturbed; +for, shortly after I had become unconscious of the chorus of toads and +cicadas, my hammock came down by the head. Then I was woke by +a sudden bark close outside, exactly like that of a clicketting fox; +but as the dogs did not reply or give chase, I presumed it to be the +cry of a bird, possibly a little owl. Next there rushed down the +mountain a storm of wind and rain, which made the coco-leaves flap and +creak, and rattle against the gable of the house; and set every door +and window banging, till they were caught and brought to reason. +And between the howls of the wind I became aware of a strange noise +from seaward—a booming, or rather humming most like that which +a locomotive sometimes makes when blowing off steam. It was faint +and distant, but deep and strong enough to set one guessing its cause. +The sea beating into caves seemed, at first, the simplest answer. +But the water was so still on our side of the island, that I could barely +hear the lap of the ripple on the shingle twenty yards off; and the +nearest surf was a mile or two away, over a mountain a thousand feet +high. So puzzling vainly, I fell asleep, to awake, in the gray +dawn, to the prettiest idyllic picture, through the half-open door, +of two kids dancing on a stone at the foot of a coconut tree, with a +background of sea and dark rocks.</p> +<p>As we went to bathe we heard again, in perfect calm, the same mysterious +booming sound, and were assured by those who ought to have known, that +it came from under the water, and was most probably made by none other +than the famous musical or drum fish; of whom one had heard, and hardly +believed, much in past years.</p> +<p>Mr. Joseph, author of the <i>History of Trinidad</i> from which I +have so often quoted, reports that the first time he heard this singular +fish was on board a schooner, at anchor off Chaguaramas.</p> +<p>‘Immediately under the vessel I heard a deep and not unpleasant +sound, similar to those one might imagine to proceed from a thousand +Æolian harps; this ceased, and deep twanging notes succeeded; +these gradually swelled into an uninterrupted stream of singular sounds +like the booming of a number of Chinese gongs under the water; to these +succeeded notes that had a faint resemblance to a wild chorus of a hundred +human voices singing out of tune in deep bass.’</p> +<p>‘In White’s <i>Voyage</i> <i>to Cochin China</i>,’ +adds Mr. Joseph, ‘there is as good a description of this, or a +similar submarine concert, as mere words can convey: this the voyager +heard in the Eastern seas. He was told the singers were a flat +kind of fish; he, however, did not see them.’</p> +<p>‘Might not this fish,’ he asks, ‘or one resembling +it in vocal qualities, have given rise to the fable of the Sirens?’</p> +<p>It might, certainly, if the fact be true. Moreover, Mr. Joseph +does not seem to be aware that the old Spanish Conquistadores had a +myth that music was to be heard in this very Gulf of Paria, and that +at certain seasons the Nymphs and Tritons assembled therein, and with +ravishing strains sang their watery loves. The story of the music +has been usually treated as a sailor’s fable, and the Sirens and +Tritons supposed to be mere stupid manatis, or sea-cows, coming in as +they do still now and then to browse on mangrove shoots and turtle-grass: +<a name="citation110"></a><a href="#footnote110">{110}</a> but if the +story of the music be true, the myth may have had a double root.</p> +<p>Meanwhile I see Hardwicke’s <i>Science Gossip</i> for March +gives an extract from a letter of M. O. de Thoron, communicated by him +to the Académie des Sciences, December 1861, which confirms Mr. +Joseph’s story. He asserts that in the Bay of Pailon, in +Esmeraldos, Ecuador, <i>i.e</i>. on the Pacific Coast, and also up more +than one of the rivers, he has heard a similar sound, attributed by +the natives to a fish which they call ‘The Siren,’ or ‘Musico.’ +At first, he says, he thought it was produced by a fly, or hornet of +extraordinary size; but afterwards, having advanced a little farther, +he heard a multitude of different voices, which harmonised together, +imitating a church organ to great perfection. The good people +of Trinidad believe that the fish which makes this noise is the trumpet-fish, +or Fistularia—a beast strange enough in shape to be credited with +strange actions: but ichthyologists say positively no: that the noise +(at least along the coast of the United States) is made by a Pogonias, +a fish somewhat like a great bearded perch, and cousin of the Maigre +of the Mediterranean, which is accused of making a similar purring or +grunting noise, which can be heard from a depth of one hundred and twenty +feet, and guides the fishermen to their whereabouts.</p> +<p>How the noise is made is a question. Cuvier was of opinion +that it was made by the air-bladder, though he could not explain how: +but the truth, if truth it be, seems stranger still. These fish, +it seems, have strong bony palates and throat-teeth for crushing shells +and crabs, and make this wonderful noise simply by grinding their teeth +together.</p> +<p>I vouch for nothing, save that I heard this strange humming more +than once. As for the cause of it, I can only say, as was said +of yore, that ‘I hold it for rashness to determine aught amid +such fertility of Nature’s wonders.’</p> +<p>One afternoon we made an attempt on the other Guacharo cave, which +lies in the cliff on the landward side of the Monos Boca. But, +alas! the wind had chopped a little to the northward; a swell was rolling +in through the Boca; and when we got within twenty yards of the low-browed +arch our crew lay on their oars and held a consultation, of which there +could but be one result. They being white gentlemen, and not Negroes, +could trust themselves and each other, and were ready, as I know well, +to ‘dare all that became a man.’ But every now and +then a swell rolled in high enough to have cracked our sculls against +the top, and out again deep enough to have staved the boat against the +rocks. If we went to wreck, the current was setting strongly out +to sea; and the Boca was haunted by sharks, and (according to the late +Colonel Hamilton Smith) by a worse monster still, namely, the giant +ray, <a name="citation111a"></a><a href="#footnote111a">{111a}</a> which +goes by the name of devil-fish on the Carolina shores. He saw, +he says, one of these monsters rise in this very Boca, at a sailor who +had fallen overboard, cover him with one of his broad wings, and sweep +him down into the depths. And, on the whole, if Guacharos are +precious, so is life. So, like Gyges of old, we ‘elected +to survive,’ and rowed away with wistful eyes, determining to +get Guacharos—a determination which was never carried out—from +one of the limestone caverns of the northern mountains.</p> +<p>And now it may be asked, and reasonably enough, what Guacharos <a name="citation111b"></a><a href="#footnote111b">{111b}</a> +are; and why five English gentlemen and a canny Scots coastguardman +should think it worth while to imperil their lives to obtain them.</p> +<p>I cannot answer better than by giving Humboldt’s account of +the Cave of Caripe, on the Spanish main hard by, where he discovered +them, or rather described them to civilised Europe, for the first time:—</p> +<p>‘The Cueva del Guacharo is pierced in the vertical profile +of a rock. The entrance is towards the south, and forms a vault +eighty feet broad and seventy-two feet high. This elevation is +but a fifth less than the colonnade of the Louvre. The rock that +surmounts the grotto is covered with trees of gigantic height. +The Mammee-tree and the Genipa, with large and shining leaves, raise +their branches vertically towards the sky; while those of the Courbaril +and the Erythrina form, as they extend themselves, a thick vault of +verdure. Plants of the family of Pothos with succulent stems, +Oxalises, and Orchideæ of a singular construction, rise in the +driest clefts of the rocks; while creeping plants waving in the winds +are interwoven in festoons before the opening of the cavern. We +distinguished in these festoons a Bignonia of a violet blue, the purple +Dolichos, and, for the first time, that magnificent Solandra, the orange +flower of which has a fleshy tube more than four inches long. +The entrances of grottoes, like the view of cascades, derive their principal +charm from the situation, more or less majestic, in which they are placed, +and which in some sort determines the character of the landscape. +What a contrast between the Cueva of Caripe and those caverns of the +north crowned with oaks and gloomy larch-trees!</p> +<p>‘But this luxury of vegetation embellishes not only the outside +of the vault, it appears even in the vestibule of the grotto. +We saw with astonishment plantain-leaved Heliconias, eighteen feet high, +the Praga palm-trees, and arborescent Arums follow the banks of the +river, even to those subterranean places. The vegetation continues +in the Cave of Caripe, as in the deep crevices of the Andes, half excluded +from the light of day; and does not disappear till, advancing in the +interior, we reach thirty or forty paces from the entrance. . . .</p> +<p>‘The Guacharo quits the cavern at nightfall, especially when +the moon shines. It is almost the only frugivorous nocturnal bird +that is yet known; the conformation of its feet sufficiently shows that +it does not hunt like our owls. It feeds on very hard fruits, +as the Nutcracker and the Pyrrhocorax. The latter nestles also +in clefts of rocks, and is known under the name of night-crow. +The Indians assured us that the Guacharo does not pursue either the +lamellicorn insects, or those phalænæ which serve as food +to the goat-suckers. It is sufficient to compare the beaks of +the Guacharo and goat-sucker to conjecture how much their manners must +differ. It is difficult to form an idea of the horrible noise +occasioned by thousands of these birds in the dark part of the cavern, +and which can only be compared to the croaking of our crows, which in +the pine forests of the north live in society, and construct their nests +upon trees the tops of which touch each other. The shrill and +piercing cries of the Guacharos strike upon the vaults of the rocks, +and are repeated by the echo in the depth of the cavern. The Indians +showed us the nests of these birds by fixing torches to the end of a +long pole. These nests were fifty or sixty feet high above our +heads, in holes in the shape of funnels, with which the roof of the +grotto is pierced like a sieve. The noise increased as we advanced, +and the birds were affrighted by the light of the torches of copal. +When this noise ceased a few minutes around us we heard at a distance +the plaintive cries of the birds roosting in other ramifications of +the cavern. It seemed as if these bands answered each other alternately.</p> +<p>‘The Indians enter into the Cueva del Guacharo once a year, +near midsummer, armed with poles, by means of which they destroy the +greater part of the nests. At this season several thousands of +birds are killed; and the old ones, as if to defend their brood, hover +over the heads of the Indians, uttering terrible cries. The young, +which fall to the ground, are opened on the spot. Their peritoneum +is extremely loaded with fat, and a layer of fat reaches from the abdomen +to the anus, forming a kind of cushion between the legs of the bird. +This quantity of fat in frugivorous animals, not exposed to the light, +and exerting very little muscular motion, reminds us of what has been +long since observed in the fattening of geese and oxen. It is +well known how favourable darkness and repose are to this process. +The nocturnal birds of Europe are lean, because, instead of feeding +on fruits, like the Guacharo, they live on the scanty produce of their +prey. At the period which is commonly called at Caripe the “oil +harvest,” the Indians build huts with palm-leaves near the entrance, +and even in the porch of the cavern. Of these we still saw some +remains. There, with a fire of brushwood, they melt in pots of +clay the fat of the young birds just killed. This fat is known +by the name of butter or oil (<i>manteca</i> or <i>aceite</i>) of the +Guacharo. It is half liquid, transparent without smell, and so +pure that it may be kept above a year without becoming rancid. +At the convent of Caripe no other oil is used in the kitchen of the +monks but that of the cavern; and we never observed that it gave the +aliments a disagreeable taste or smell.</p> +<p>‘Young Guacharos have been sent to the port or Cumana, and +lived there several days without taking any nourishment, the seeds offered +to them not suiting their taste. When the crops and gizzards of +the young birds are opened in the cavern, they are found to contain +all sorts of hard and dry fruits, which furnish, under the singular +name of Guacharo seed (<i>semilla del Guacharo</i>), a very celebrated +remedy against intermittent fevers. The old birds carry these +seeds to their young. They are carefully collected and sent to +the sick at Cariaco, and other places of the low regions, where fevers +are prevalent. . . .</p> +<p>‘The natives connect mystic ideas with this cave, inhabited +by nocturnal birds; they believe that the souls of their ancestors sojourn +in the deep recesses of the cavern. “Man,” say they, +“should avoid places which are enlightened neither by the sun” +(<i>Zis</i>) “nor by the moon” (<i>Nuna</i>). To go +and join the Guacharos is to rejoin their fathers, is to die. +The magicians (<i>piaches</i>) and the poisoners (<i>imorons</i>) perform +their nocturnal tricks at the entrance of the cavern, to conjure the +chief of the evil spirits (<i>ivorokiamo</i>). Thus in every climate +the first fictions of nations resemble each other, those especially +which relate to two principles governing the world, the abode of souls +after death, the happiness of the virtuous, and the punishment of the +guilty. The most different and barbarous languages present a certain +number of images which are the same, because they have their source +in the nature of our intellect and our sensations. Darkness is +everywhere connected with the idea of death. The Grotto of Caripe +is the Tartarus of the Greeks; and the Guacharos, which hover over the +rivulet, uttering plaintive cries, remind us of the Stygian birds. . +. .</p> +<p>‘The missionaries, with all their authority, could not prevail +on the Indians to penetrate farther into the cavern. As the vault +grew lower, the cries of the Guacharos became more shrill. We +were obliged to yield to the pusillanimity of our guides, and trace +back our steps. The appearance of the cavern was indeed very uniform. +We find that a bishop of St. Thomas of Guiana had gone farther than +ourselves. He had measured nearly two thousand five hundred feet +from the mouth to the spot where he stopped, though the cavern reached +farther. The remembrance or this fact was preserved in the convent +of Caripe, without the exact period being noted. The bishop had +provided himself with great torches of white wax of Castille. +We had torches composed only of the bark of trees and native resin. +The thick smoke which issues from these torches, in a narrow subterranean +passage, hurts the eyes and obstructs the respiration.</p> +<p>‘We followed the course of the torrent to go out of the cavern. +Before our eyes were dazzled by the light of day, we saw, without the +grotto, the water of the river sparkling amid the foliage of the trees +that concealed it. It was like a picture placed in the distance, +and to which the mouth of the cavern served as a frame. Having +at length reached the entrance, and seated ourselves on the banks of +the rivulet, we rested after our fatigue. We were glad to be beyond +the hoarse cries of the birds, and to leave a place where darkness does +not offer even the charm of silence and tranquillity. We could +scarcely persuade ourselves that the name of the Grotto of Caripe had +hitherto remained unknown in Europe. The Guacharos alone would +have been sufficient to render it celebrated. These nocturnal +birds have been nowhere yet discovered except in the mountains of Caripe +and Cumanacoa.’</p> +<p>So much from the great master, who was not aware (never having visited +Trinidad) that the Guacharo was well known there under the name of Diablotin. +But his account of Caripe was fully corroborated by my host, who had +gone there last year, and, by the help of the magnesium light, had penetrated +farther into the cave than either the bishop or Humboldt. He had +brought home also several Guacharos from the Trinidad caves, all of +which died on the passage, for want, seemingly, of the oily nuts on +which they feed. A live Guacharo has, as yet, never been seen +in Europe; and to get one safe to the Zoological Gardens, as well as +to get one or two corpses for the Cambridge Museum, was our hope—a +hope still, alas! unfulfilled. A nest, however, of the Guacharo +has been brought to England by my host since my departure; a round lump +of mud, of the size and shape of a large cheese, with a shallow depression +on the top, in which the eggs are laid. A list of the seeds found +in the stomachs of Guacharos by my friend Mr. Prestoe of the Botanical +Gardens, Port of Spain, will be found in an Appendix.</p> +<p>We rowed away, toward our island paradise. But instead of going +straight home, we turned into a deep cove called Ance Maurice—all +coves in the French islands are called Ances—where was something +to be seen, and not to be forgotten again. We grated in, over +a shallow bottom of pebbles interspersed with gray lumps of coral pulp, +and of Botrylli, azure, crimson, and all the hues of the flower-garden; +and landed on the bank of a mangrove swamp, bored everywhere with the +holes of land-crabs. One glance showed how these swamps are formed: +by that want of tide which is the curse of the West Indies.</p> +<p>At every valley mouth the beating of the waves tends all the year +round to throw up a bank of sand and shingle, damming the land-water +back to form a lagoon. This might indeed empty itself during the +floods of the rainy season; but during the dry season it must remain +a stagnant pond, filling gradually with festering vegetable matter from +the hills, beer-coloured, and as hideous to look at as it is to smell. +Were there a tide, as in England, of from ten to twenty feet, that swamp +would be drained twice a day to nearly that depth; and healthy vegetation, +as in England, establish itself down to the very beach. A tide +of a foot or eighteen inches only, as is too common in the West Indies, +will only drain the swamp to that depth; and probably, if there be any +strong pebble-bearing surf outside, not at all. So there it all +lies, festering in the sun, and cooking poison day and night; while +the mangroves and graceful white roseaux <a name="citation115a"></a><a href="#footnote115a">{115a}</a> +(tall canes) kindly do their best to lessen the mischief, by rooting +in the slush, and absorbing the poison with their leaves. A white +man, sleeping one night on the edge of that pestilential little triangle, +half an acre in size, would be in danger of catching a fever and ague, +which would make a weaker man of him for the rest of his life. +And yet so thoroughly fitted for the climate is the Negro, that not +ten yards from the edge of the mud stood a comfortable negro-house, +with stout healthy folk therein, evidently well to do in the world, +to judge from the poultry, and the fruit-trees and provision-ground +which stretched up the glen.</p> +<p>Through the provision-ground we struggled up, among weeds as high +as our shoulders; so that it was difficult, as usual, to distinguish +garden from forest. But no matter to the black owner. The +weeds were probably of only six weeks’ growth; and when they got +so high that he actually could not find his tanias <a name="citation115b"></a><a href="#footnote115b">{115b}</a> +among them, he would take cutlass and hoe, and make a lazy raid upon +them, or rather upon a quarter of them, certain of two facts; that in +six weeks more they would be all as high as ever; and that if they were, +it did not matter; for so fertile is the soil, so genial the climate, +that he would get in spite of them more crop off the ground than he +needed. ‘Pity the poor weeds. Is there not room enough +in the world for them and for us?’ seems the Negro’s motto. +But he knows his own business well enough, and can exert himself when +he really needs to do so; and if the weeds harmed him seriously he would +make short work with them. Still this soil, and this climate, +put a premium on bad farming, as they do on much else that is bad.</p> +<p>Up we pushed along the narrow path, past curious spiral flags <a name="citation115c"></a><a href="#footnote115c">{115c}</a> +just throwing out their heads of delicate white or purple flower, and +under the shade of great Balisiers or wild plantains, <a name="citation115d"></a><a href="#footnote115d">{115d}</a> +with leaves six or eight feet long; and many another curious plant unknown +to me; and then through a little copse, of which we had to beware, for +it was all black Roseau <a name="citation115e"></a><a href="#footnote115e">{115e}</a>—a +sort of dwarf palm some fifteen feet high, whose stems are covered with +black steel needles, which, on being touched, run right through your +finger, or your hand, if you press hard enough, and then break off; +on which you cut them out if you can. If you cannot, they are +apt, like needles, to make voyages about among the muscles, and reappear +at some unexpected spot, causing serious harm. Of all the vegetable +pests of the forest, none, not even the croc-chien, is so ugly a neighbour +as certain varieties of black Roseau.</p> +<p>All this while—I fear I may be prolix: but one must write as +one walked, stopping every moment to seize something new, and longing +for as many pairs of eyes as a spider—all this while, I say, we +heard the roar of the trade-surf growing louder and louder in front; +and pushing cautiously through the Roseau, found ourselves on a cliff +thirty feet high, and on the other side of the island.</p> +<p>Now it was plain how the Bocas had been made; for here was one making.</p> +<p>Before us seethed a shallow horse-shoe bay, almost a lake, some two +hundred yards across inside, but far narrower at the mouth. Into +it, between two lofty points of hard rock, worn into caves and pillars +and natural arches, the trade-surf came raging in from the north, hurling +columns of foam right and left, and then whirling round and round beneath +us upon a narrow shore of black sand with such fury that one seemed +to see the land torn away by each wave. The cliffs, some thirty +feet high where we stood, rose to some hundred at the mouth, in intense +black and copper and olive shadows, with one bright green tree in front +of a cave’s mouth, on which, it seemed, the sun had never shone; +while a thousand feet overhead were glimpses of the wooded mountain-tops, +with tender slanting lights, for the sun was growing low, through blue-gray +mist on copse and lawn high above. A huge dark-headed Balata, +<a name="citation116a"></a><a href="#footnote116a">{116a}</a> like a +storm-torn Scotch pine, crowned the left-hand cliff; two or three young +Fan-palms, <a name="citation116b"></a><a href="#footnote116b">{116b}</a> +just ready to topple headlong, the right-hand one; and beyond all, through +the great gateway gleamed, as elsewhere, the foam-flecked hazy blue +of the Caribbean Sea.</p> +<p>We stood spellbound for a minute at the sudden change of scene and +of feeling. From the still choking blazing steam of the leeward +glen, we had stepped in a moment into coolness and darkness, pervaded +by the delicious rush of the north-eastern wind; into a hidden sanctuary +of Nature where one would have liked to build, and live and die: had +not a second glance warned us that to die was the easiest of the three. +For the whole cliff was falling daily into the sea, and it was hardly +safe to venture to the beach for fear of falling stones and earth.</p> +<p>Down, however, we went, by a natural ladder of Matapalo roots, and +saw at once how the cove was being formed. The rocks are probably +Silurian; and if so, of quite immeasurable antiquity. But instead +of being hard, as Silurian rocks are wont to be, they are mere loose +beds of dark sand and shale, yellow with sulphur, or black with carbonaceous +matter, amid which strange flakes and nodules of white quartz lie loose, +ready to drop out at the blow of every wave. The strata, too, +sloped upward and outward toward the sea, which is therefore able to +undermine them perpetually; and thus the searching surge, having once +formed an entrance in the cliff face, between what are now the two outer +points, has had nought to do but to gnaw inward; and will gnaw, till +the Isle of Monos is cut sheer in two, and the ‘Ance Biscayen,’ +as the wonderful little bay is called, will join itself to the Ance +Maurice and the Gulf of Paria. In two or three generations hence +the little palm-wood will have fallen into the sea. In two or +three more the negro house and garden and the mangrove swamp will be +gone likewise: and in their place the trade-surf will be battering into +the Gulf of Paria from the Northern Sea, through just such a mountain +chasm as we saw at Huevos; and a new Boca will have been opened.</p> +<p>But not, understand, a deep and navigable one, as long as the land +retains its present level. To make that, there must be a general +subsidence of the land and sea bottom around. For surf, when eating +into land, gnaws to little deeper than low-water mark: no deeper, probably, +than the bottoms of the troughs between the waves. Its tendency +is—as one may see along the Ramsgate cliffs—to pare the +land away into a flat plain, just covered by a shallow sea. No +surf or currents could nave carved out the smaller Bocas to a depth +of between twenty and eighty fathoms; much less the great Boca of the +Dragon’s Mouth, between Chacachacarra and the Spanish Main, to +a depth of more than seventy fathoms. They are sunken mountain +passes, whose sides have been since carved into upright cliffs by the +gnawing of the sea; and, as Mr. Wall well observes, <a name="citation117"></a><a href="#footnote117">{117}</a> +‘the situation of the Bocas is in a depression of the range, perhaps +of the highest antiquity.’</p> +<p>We wandered along the beach, looking up at a cliff clothed, wherever +it was not actually falling away, with richest verdure down to the water’s +edge; but in general utterly bare, falling away too fast to give root-hold +to any plant. We lay down on the black sand, and gazed, and gazed, +and picked up quartz crystals fallen from above, and wondered how the +cove had got its name. Had some old Biscayan whaler, from Biarritz +or St. Jean de Luz, wandered into these seas in search of fish, when, +in the beginning of the seventeenth century, he and his fellows had +killed out all the Right Whales of the Bay of Biscay? And had +he, missing the Bocas, been wrecked and perished, as he may well have +done, against those awful walls? At last we turned to re-ascend—for +the tide was rising—after our leader had congratulated us on being, +perhaps, the only white men who had ever seen Ance Biscayen—a +congratulation which was premature; for, as we went to climb up the +Matapalo-root ladder, we were stopped by several pairs of legs coming +down it, which belonged, it seemed, to a bathing party of pleasant French +people, ‘marooning’ (as picnicking is called here) on the +island; and after them descended the yellow frock of a Dominican monk, +who, when landed, was discovered to be an old friend, now working hard +among the Roman Catholic Negroes of Port of Spain.</p> +<p>On the way back to our island paradise we found along the shore two +plants worth notice—one, a low tree, with leaves somewhat like +box, but obovate (larger at the tip than at the stalk), and racemes +of little white flowers of a delicious honey-scent. <a name="citation118a"></a><a href="#footnote118a">{118a}</a> +It ought to be, if it be not yet, introduced into England, as a charming +addition to the winter hothouse. As for the other plant, would +that it could be introduced likewise, or rather that, if introduced, +it would flower in a house; for it is a glorious climber, second only +to that which poor Dr. Krueger calls ‘the wonderful Norantea,’ +which shall be described in its place. You see a tree blazing +with dark gold, passing into orange, and that to red; and on nearing +it find it tiled all over with the flowers of a creeper, <a name="citation118b"></a><a href="#footnote118b">{118b}</a> +arranged in flat rows of spreading brushes, some foot or two long, and +holding each hundreds of flowers, growing on one side only of the twig, +and turning their multitudinous golden and orange stamens upright to +the sun. There—I cannot describe it. It must be seen +first afar off, and then close, to understand the vagaries of splendour +in which Nature indulges here. And yet the Norantea, common in +the high woods, is even more splendid, and, in a botanist’s eyes, +a stranger vagary still.</p> +<p>On past the whaling quay. It was deserted; for the whales had +not yet come in, and there was no chance of seeing a night scene which +is described as horribly beautiful—the sharks around a whale while +flensing is going on, each monster bathed in phosphorescent light, which +makes his whole outline, and every fin, even his evil eyes and teeth, +visible far under water, as the glittering fiend comes up from below, +snaps his lump out of the whale’s side, and is shouldered out +of the way by his fellows. We were unlucky indeed, in the matter +of sharks; for, with the exception of a problematical back-fin or two, +we saw none in the West Indies, though they were swarming round us.</p> +<p>The next day the boat’s head was turned homewards. And +what had been learnt at the little bay of Alice Biscayen suggested, +as we went on, a fresh geological question. How the outer islands +of the Bocas had been formed, or were being formed, was clear enough. +But what about the inner islands? Gaspar Grande, and Diego, and +the Five Islands, and the peninsula—or island—of Punta Grande? +How were these isolated lumps of limestone hewn out into high points, +with steep cliffs, not to the windward, but to the leeward? What +made the steep cliff at the south end of Punta Grande, on which a mangrove +swamp now abuts? No trade-surf, no current capable of doing that +work, has disturbed the dull waters of the ‘Golfo Triste,’ +as the Spaniards named the Gulf of Paria, since the land was of anything +like its present shape. And gradually we began to dream of a time +when the Bocas did not exist; when the Spanish Main was joined to the +northern mountains of the island by dry land, now submerged or eaten +away by the trade-surf; when the northern currents of the Orinoco, instead +of escaping through the Bocas as now, were turned eastward, past these +very islands, and along the foot of the northern mountains, over what +is now the great lowland of Trinidad, depositing those rich semi alluvial +strata which have been since upheaved, and sawing down along the southern +slope of the mountains those vast beds of shingle and quartz boulders +which now form as it were a gigantic ancient sea-beach right across +the island. A dream it may be: but one which seemed reasonable +enough to more than one in the boat, and which subsequent observations +tended to verify.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VII: THE HIGH WOODS</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>I have seen them at last. I have been at last in the High Woods, +as the primeval forest is called here; and they are not less, but more, +wonderful than I had imagined them. But they must wait awhile; +for in reaching them, though they were only ten miles off, I passed +through scenes so various, and so characteristic of the Tropics, that +I cannot do better than sketch them one by one.</p> +<p>I drove out in the darkness of the dawn, under the bamboos, and Bauhinias, +and palms which shade the road between the Botanic Gardens and the savannah, +toward Port of Spain. The frogs and cicalas had nearly finished +their nightly music. The fireflies had been in bed since midnight. +The air was heavy with the fragrance of the Bauhinias, and after I passed +the great Australian Blue-gum which overhangs the road, and the Wallaba-tree, +<a name="citation120a"></a><a href="#footnote120a">{120a}</a> with its +thin curved pods dangling from innumerable bootlaces six feet long, +almost too heavy with the fragrance of the ‘white Ixora.’ +<a name="citation120b"></a><a href="#footnote120b">{120b}</a> +A flush of rose was rising above the eastern mountains, and it was just +light enough to see overhead the great flowers of the ‘Bois chataigne,’ +<a name="citation120c"></a><a href="#footnote120c">{120c}</a> among +its horse-chestnut-like leaves; red flowers as big as a child’s +two hands, with petals as long as its fingers. Children of Mylitta +the moon goddess, they cannot abide the day; and will fall, brown and +shrivelled, before the sun grows high, after one night of beauty and +life, and probably of enjoyment. Even more swiftly fades an even +more delicate child of the moon, the <i>Ipomœa</i>, <i>Bona-nox</i>, +whose snow-white patines, as broad as the hand, open at nightfall on +every hedge, and shrivel up with the first rays of dawn.</p> +<p>On through the long silent street of Port of Spain, where the air +was heavy with everything but the fragrance of Ixoras, and the dogs +and vultures sat about the streets, and were all but driven over every +few yards, till I picked up a guide—will he let me say a friend?—an +Aberdeenshire Scot, who hurried out fresh from his bath, his trusty +cutlass on his hip, and in heavy shooting-boots and gaiters; for no +clothing, be it remembered, is too strong for the bush; and those who +enter it in the white calico garments in which West-India planters figure +on the stage, are like to leave in it, not only their clothes, but their +skin besides.</p> +<p>In five minutes more we were on board the gig, and rowing away south +over the muddy mirror; and in ten minutes more the sun was up, and blazing +so fiercely that we were glad to cool ourselves in fancy, by talking +over salmon-fishings in Scotland and New Brunswick, and wadings in icy +streams beneath the black pine-woods.</p> +<p>Behind us were the blue mountains, streaked with broad lights and +shades by the level sun. On our left the interminable low line +of bright green mangrove danced and quivered in the mirage, and loomed +up in front, miles away, till single trees seemed to hang in air far +out at sea. On our right, hot mists wandered over the water, blotting +out the horizon, till the coasting craft, with distorted sails and masts, +seemed afloat in smoke. One might have fancied oneself in the +Wash off Sandringham on a burning summer’s noon.</p> +<p>Soon logs and stumps, standing out of the water, marked the mouth +of the Caroni; and we had to take a sweep out seaward to avoid its mud-banks. +Over that very spot, now unnavigable, Raleigh and his men sailed in +to conquer Trinidad.</p> +<p>On one log a huge black and white heron moped all alone, looking +in the mist as tall as a man; and would not move for all our shouts. +Schools of fish dimpled the water; and brown pelicans fell upon them, +dashing up fountains of silver. The trade-breeze, as it rose, +brought off the swamps a sickly smell, suggestive of the need of coffee, +quinine, Angostura bitters, or some other febrifuge. In spite +of the glorious sunshine, the whole scene was sad, desolate, almost +depressing, from its monotony, vastness, silence; and we were glad, +when we neared the high tree which marks the entrance of the Chaguanas +Creek, and turned at last into a recess in the mangrove bushes; a desolate +pool, round which the mangrove roots formed an impenetrable net. +As far as the eye could pierce into the tangled thicket, the roots interlaced +with each other, and arched down into the water in innumerable curves, +by no means devoid of grace, but hideous just because they were impenetrable. +Who could get over those roots, or through the scrub which stood stilted +on them, letting down at every yard or two fresh air-roots from off +its boughs, to add fresh tangle, as they struck into the mud, to the +horrible imbroglio? If one had got in among them, I fancied, one +would never have got out again. Struggling over and under endless +trap-work, without footing on it or on the mud below, one must have +sunk exhausted in an hour or two, to die of fatigue and heat, or chill +and fever.</p> +<p>Let the mangrove foliage be as gay and green as it may—and +it is gay and green—a mangrove swamp is a sad, ugly, evil place; +and so I felt that one to be that day.</p> +<p>The only moving things were some large fish, who were leaping high +out of water close to the bushes, glittering in the sun. They +stopped as we came up: and then all was still, till a slate-blue heron +<a name="citation122a"></a><a href="#footnote122a">{122a}</a> rose lazily +off a dead bough, flapped fifty yards up the creek, and then sat down +again. The only sound beside the rattle of our oars was the metallic +note of a pigeon in the high tree, which I mistook then and afterwards +for the sound of a horn.</p> +<p>On we rowed, looking out sharply right and left for an alligator +basking on the mud among the mangrove roots. But none appeared, +though more than one, probably, was watching us, with nothing of him +above water but his horny eyes. The heron flapped on ahead, and +settled once more, as if leading us on up the ugly creek, which grew +narrower and fouler, till the oars touched the bank on each side, and +drove out of the water shoals of four-eyed fish, ridiculous little things +about as long as your hand, who, instead of diving to the bottom like +reasonable fish, seemed possessed with the fancy that they could succeed +better in the air, or on land; and accordingly jumped over each other’s +backs, scrambled out upon the mud, swam about with their goggle-eyes +projecting above the surface of the water, and, in fact, did anything +but behave like fish.</p> +<p>This little creature (Star-gazer, <a name="citation122b"></a><a href="#footnote122b">{122b}</a> +as some call him) is, you must understand, one of the curiosities of +Trinidad and of the Guiana Coast. He looks, on the whole, like +a gray mullet, with a large blunt head, out of which stand, almost like +horns, the eyes, from which he takes his name. You may see, in +Wood’s <i>Illustrated Natural History</i>, a drawing of him, which +is—I am sorry to say—one of the very few bad ones in the +book; and read how, ‘at a first glance, the fish appears to possess +four distinct eyes, each of these organs being divided across the middle, +and apparently separated into two distinct portions. In fact an +opaque band runs transversely across the corner of the eye, and the +iris, or coloured portion, sends out two processes, which meet each +other under the transverse band of the cornea, so that the fish appears +to possess even a double pupil. Still, on closer investigation, +the connection, between the divisions of the pupil are apparent, and +can readily be seen in the young fish. The lens is shaped something +like a jargonelle pear, and so arranged that its broad extremity is +placed under the large segment of the cornea.’</p> +<p>These strangely specialised eyes—so folks believe here—the +fish uses by halves. With the lower halves he sees through the +water, with the upper halves through the air; and, elevated by this +quaint privilege, he aspires to be a terrestrial animal, emulating, +I presume, the alligators around, and tries to take his walks upon the +mud. You may see, as you go down to bathe on the east coast, a +group of black dots, in pairs, peering up out of the sand, at the very +highest verge of the surf-line. As you approach them, they leap +up, and prove themselves to belong to a party of four-eyes, who run—there +is no other word—down the beach, dash into the roaring surf, and +the moment they see you safe in the sea run back again on the next wave, +and begin staring at the sky once more. He who sees four-eyes +for the first time without laughing must be much wiser, or much stupider, +than any man has a right to be.</p> +<p>Suddenly the mangroves opened, and the creek ended in a wharf, with +barges alongside. Baulks of strange timbers lay on shore. +Sheds were full of empty sugar-casks, ready for the approaching crop-time. +A truck was waiting for us on a tramway; and we scrambled on shore on +a bed of rich black mud, to be received, of course, in true West Indian +fashion, with all sorts of courtesies and kindnesses.</p> +<p>And here let me say, that those travellers who complain of discourtesy +in the West Indies can have only themselves to thank for it. The +West Indian has self-respect, and will not endure people who give themselves +airs. He has prudence too, and will not endure people whom he +expects to betray his hospitality by insulting him afterwards in print. +But he delights in pleasing, in giving, in showing his lovely islands +to all who will come and see them; Creole, immigrant, coloured or white +man, Spaniard, Frenchman, Englishman, or Scotchman, each and all, will +prove themselves thoughtful hosts and agreeable companions, if they +be only treated as gentlemen usually expect to be treated elsewhere. +On board a certain steamer, it was once proposed that the Royal Mail +Steam Packet Company should issue cheap six-month season tickets to +the West Indies, available for those who wished to spend the winter +in wandering from island to island. The want of hotels was objected, +naturally enough, by an Englishman present. But he was answered +at once, that one or two good introductions to a single island would +ensure hospitality throughout the whole archipelago.</p> +<p>A long-legged mule, after gibbing enough to satisfy his own self-respect, +condescended to trot off with us up the tramway, which lay along a green +drove strangely like one in the Cambridgeshire fens. But in the +ditches grew a pea with large yellow flower-spikes, which reminded us +that we were not in England; and beyond the ditches rose on either side, +not wheat and beans, but sugar-cane ten and twelve feet high. +And a noble grass it is, with its stems as thick as one’s wrist, +tillering out below in bold curves over the well-hoed dark soil, and +its broad bright leaves falling and folding above in curves as bold +as those of the stems: handsome enough thus, but more handsome still, +I am told, when the ‘arrow,’ as the flower is called, spreads +over the cane-piece a purple haze, which flickers in long shining waves +before the breeze. One only fault it has; that, from the luxuriance +of its growth, no wind can pass through it; and that therefore the heat +of a cane-field trace is utterly stifling. Here and there we passed +a still uncultivated spot; a desolate reedy swamp, with pools, and stunted +alder-like trees, reminding us again of the Deep Fens, while the tall +chimneys of the sugar-works, and the high woods beyond, completed the +illusion. One might have been looking over Holm Fen toward Caistor +Hanglands; or over Deeping toward the remnants of the ancient Bruneswald.</p> +<p>Soon, however, we had a broad hint that we were not in the Fens, +but in a Tropic island. A window in heaven above was suddenly +opened; out of it, without the warning cry of Gardyloo—well known +in Edinburgh of old—a bucket of warm water, happily clean, was +emptied on each of our heads; and the next moment all was bright again. +A thunder-shower, without a warning thunder-clap, was to me a new phenomenon, +which was repeated several times that day. The suddenness and +the heaviness of the tropic showers at this season is as amusing as +it is trying. The umbrella or the waterproof must be always ready, +or you will get wet through. And getting wet here is a much more +serious matter than in a temperate climate, where you may ride or walk +all day in wet clothes and take no harm; for the rapid radiation, produced +by the intense sunshine, causes a chill which may beget, only too easily, +fever and ague not to be as easily shaken off.</p> +<p>The cause of these rapid and heavy showers is simple enough. +The trade-wind, at this season of the year, is saturated with steam +from the ocean which it has crossed; and the least disturbance in its +temperature, from ascending hot air or descending cold, precipitates +the steam in a sudden splash of water, out of a cloud, if there happens +to be one near; if not, out of the clear air. Therefore it is +that these showers, when they occur in the daytime, are most common +about noon; simply because then the streams of hot air rise most frequently +and rapidly, to struggle with the cooler layers aloft. There is +thunder, of course, in the West Indies, continuous and terrible. +But it occurs after midsummer, at the breaking up of the dry season +and coming on of the wet.</p> +<p>At last the truck stopped at a manager’s house with a Palmiste, +<a name="citation124"></a><a href="#footnote124">{124}</a> or cabbage-palm, +on each side of the garden gate, a pair of columns which any prince +would have longed for as ornaments for his lawn. It is the fashion +here, and a good fashion it is, to leave the Palmistes, a few at least, +when the land is cleared; or to plant them near the house, merely on +account of their wonderful beauty. One Palmiste was pointed out +to me, in a field near the road, which had been measured by its shadow +at noon, and found to be one hundred and fifty-three feet in height. +For more than a hundred feet the stem rose straight, smooth, and gray. +Then three or four spathes of flowers, four or five feet long each, +jutted out and upward like; while from below them, as usual, one dead +leaf, twenty feet long or more, dangled head downwards in the breeze. +Above them rose, as always, the green portion of the stem for some twenty +feet; and then the flat crown of feathers, as dark as yew, spread out +against the blue sky, looking small enough up there, though forty feet +at least in breadth. No wonder if the man who possessed such a +glorious object dared not destroy it, though he spared it for a different +reason from that for which the Negroes spare, whenever they can, the +gigantic Ceibas, or silk cotton trees. These latter are useless +as timber; and their roots are, of course, hurtful to the canes. +But the Negro is shy of felling the Ceiba. It is a magic tree, +haunted by spirits. There are ‘too much jumbies in him,’ +the Negro says; and of those who dare to cut him down some one will +die, or come to harm, within the year. In Jamaica, says my friend +Mr. Gosse, ‘they believe that if a person throws a stone at the +trunk, he will be visited with sickness, or other misfortune. +When they intend to cut one down, they first pour rum at the root as +a propitiatory offering.’ The Jamaica Negro, however, fells +them for canoes, the wood being soft, and easily hollowed. But +here, as in Demerara, the trees are left standing about in cane-pieces +and pastures to decay into awful and fantastic shapes, with prickly +spurs and board-walls of roots, high enough to make a house among them +simply by roofing them in; and a flat crown of boughs, some seventy +or eighty feet above the ground, each bough as big as an average English +tree, from which dangles a whole world, of lianes, matapalos, orchids, +wild pines with long air-roots or gray beards; and last, but not least, +that strange and lovely parasite, the <i>Rhipsalis cassytha</i>, which +you mistake first for a plume of green sea-weed, or a tress of Mermaid’s +hair which has got up there by mischance, and then for some delicate +kind of pendent mistletoe; till you are told, to your astonishment, +that it is an abnormal form of Cactus—a family which it resembles, +save in its tiny flowers and fruit, no more than it resembles the Ceiba-tree +on which it grows; and told, too, that, strangely enough, it has been +discovered in Angola—the only species of the Cactus tribe in the +Old World.</p> +<p>And now we set ourselves to walk up to the Depôt, where the +Government timber was being felled, and the real ‘High Woods’ +to be seen at last. Our path lay, along the half-finished tramway, +through the first Cacao plantation I had ever seen, though, I am happy +to say, not the last by many a one.</p> +<p>Imagine an orchard of nut-trees, with very large long leaves. +Each tree is trained to a single stem. Among them, especially +near the path, grow plants of the common hothouse Datura, its long white +flowers perfuming all the air. They have been planted as landmarks, +to prevent the young Cacao-trees being cut over when the weeds are cleared. +Among them, too, at some twenty yards apart, are the stems of a tree +looking much like an ash, save that it is inclined to throw out broad +spurs, like a Ceiba. You look up, and see that they are Bois immortelles, +<a name="citation126"></a><a href="#footnote126">{126}</a> fifty or +sixty feet high, one blaze of vermilion against the blue sky. +Those who have stood under a Lombardy poplar in early spring, and looked +up at its buds and twigs, showing like pink coral against the blue sky, +and have felt the beauty of the sight, can imagine faintly—but +only faintly—the beauty of these <i>Madres de Cacao</i> (Cacao-mothers), +as they call them here, because their shade is supposed to shelter the +Cacao-trees, while the dew collected by their leaves keeps the ground +below always damp.</p> +<p>I turned my dazzled eyes down again, and looked into the delicious +darkness under the bushes. The ground was brown with fallen leaves, +or green with ferns; and here and there a slant ray of sunlight pierced +through the shade, and flashed on the brown leaves, and on a gray stem, +and on a crimson jewel which hung on the stem—and there, again, +on a bright orange one; and as my eye became accustomed to the darkness, +I saw that the stems and larger boughs, far away into the wood, were +dotted with pods, crimson or yellow or green, of the size and shape +of a small hand closed with the fingers straight out. They were +the Cacao-pods, full of what are called at home coco-nibs. And +there lay a heap of them, looking like a heap of gay flowers; and by +them sat their brown owner, picking them to pieces and laying the seeds +to dry on a cloth. I went up and told him that I came from England, +and never saw Cacao before, though I had been eating and drinking it +all my life; at which news he grinned amusement till his white teeth +and eyeballs made a light in that dark place, and offered me a fresh +broken pod, that I might taste the pink sour-sweet pulp in which the +rows of nibs lie packed, a pulp which I found very pleasant and refreshing.</p> +<p>He dries his Cacao-nibs in the sun, and, if he be a well-to-do and +careful man, on a stage with wheels, which can be run into a little +shed on the slightest shower of rain; picks them over and over, separating +the better quality from the worse; and at last sends them down on mule-back +to the sea, to be sold in London as Trinidad cocoa, or perhaps sold +in Paris to the chocolate makers, who convert them into chocolate, <i>Menier</i> +or other, by mixing them with sugar and vanilla, both, possibly, from +this very island. This latter fact once inspired an adventurous +German with the thought that he could make chocolate in Trinidad just +as well as in Paris. And (so goes the story) he succeeded. +But the fair Creoles would not buy it. It could not be good; it +could not be the real article, unless it had crossed the Atlantic twice +to and from that centre of fashion, Paris. So the manufacture, +which might have added greatly to the wealth of Trinidad, was given +up, and the ladies of the island eat nought but French chocolate, costing, +it is said, nearly four times as much as home made chocolate need cost.</p> +<p>As we walked on through the trace (for the tramway here was still +unfinished) one of my kind companions pointed out a little plant, which +bears in the island the ominous name of the Brinvilliers. <a name="citation127"></a><a href="#footnote127">{127}</a> +It is one of those deadly poisons too common in the bush, and too well +known to the negro Obi men and Obi-women. And as I looked at the +insignificant weed I wondered how the name of that wretched woman should +have spread to this remote island, and have become famous enough to +be applied to a plant. French Negroes may have brought the name +with them: but then arose another wonder. How were the terrible +properties of the plant discovered? How eager and ingenious must +the human mind be about the devil’s work, and what long practice—considering +its visual slowness and dulness—must it have had at the said work, +ever to have picked out this paltry thing among the thousand weeds of +the forest as a tool for its jealousy and revenge. It may have +taken ages to discover the Brinvilliers, and ages more to make its poison +generally known. Why not? As the Spaniards say, ‘The +devil knows many things, because he is old.’ Surely this +is one of the many facts which point toward some immensely ancient civilisation +in the Tropics, and a civilisation which may have had its ugly vices, +and have been destroyed thereby.</p> +<p>Now we left the Cacao grove: and I was aware, on each side of the +trace, of a wall of green, such as I had never seen before on earth, +not even in my dreams; strange colossal shapes towering up, a hundred +feet and more in height, which, alas! it was impossible to reach; for +on either side of the trace were fifty yards of half-cleared ground, +fallen logs, withes, huge stumps ten feet high, charred and crumbling; +and among them and over them a wilderness of creepers and shrubs, and +all the luxuriant young growth of the ‘rastrajo,’ which +springs up at once whenever the primeval forest is cleared—all +utterly impassable. These rastrajo forms, of course, were all +new to me. I might have spent weeks in botanising merely at them: +but all I could remark, or cared to remark, there as in other places, +was the tendency in the rastrajo toward growing enormous rounded leaves. +How to get at the giants behind was the only question to one who for +forty years had been longing for one peep at Flora’s fairy palace, +and saw its portals open at last. There was a deep gully before +us, where a gang of convicts was working at a wooden bridge for the +tramway, amid the usual abysmal mud of the tropic wet season. +And on the other side of it there was no rastrajo right and left of +the trace. I hurried down it like any schoolboy, dashing through +mud and water, hopping from log to log, regardless of warnings and offers +of help from good-natured Negroes, who expected the respectable elderly +‘buccra’ to come to grief; struggled perspiring up the other +side of the gully; and then dashed away to the left, and stopped short, +breathless with awe, in the primeval forest at last.</p> +<p>In the primeval forest; looking upon that upon which my teachers +and masters, Humboldt, Spix, Martius, Schomburgk, Waterton, Bates, Wallace, +Gosse, and the rest, had looked already, with far wiser eyes than mine, +comprehending somewhat at least of its wonders, while I could only stare +in ignorance. There was actually, then, such a sight to be seen +on earth; and it was not less, but far more wonderful than they had +said.</p> +<p>My first feeling on entering the high woods was helplessness, confusion, +awe, all but terror. One is afraid at first to venture in fifty +yards. Without a compass or the landmark of some opening to or +from which he can look, a man must be lost in the first ten minutes, +such a sameness is there in the infinite variety. That sameness +and variety make it impossible to give any general sketch of a forest. +Once inside, ‘you cannot see the wood for the trees.’ +You can only wander on as far as you dare, letting each object impress +itself on your mind as it may, and carrying away a confused recollection +of innumerable perpendicular lines, all straining upwards, in fierce +competition, towards the light-food far above; and next of a green cloud, +or rather mist, which hovers round your head, and rises, thickening +and thickening to an unknown height. The upward lines are of every +possible thickness, and of almost every possible hue; what leaves they +bear, being for the most part on the tips of the twigs, give a scattered, +mist-like appearance to the under-foliage. For the first moment, +therefore, the forest seems more open than an English wood. But +try to walk through it, and ten steps undeceive you. Around your +knees are probably Mamures, <a name="citation129a"></a><a href="#footnote129a">{129a}</a> +with creeping stems and fan-shaped leaves, something like those of a +young coconut palm. You try to brush through them, and are caught +up instantly by a string or wire belonging to some other plant. +You look up and round: and then you find that the air is full of wires—that +you are hung up in a network of fine branches belonging to half a dozen +different sorts of young trees, and intertwined with as many different +species of slender creepers. You thought at your first glance +among the tree-stems that you were looking through open air; you find +that you are looking through a labyrinth of wire-rigging, and must use +the cutlass right and left at every five steps. You push on into +a bed of strong sedge-like Sclerias, with cutting edges to their leaves. +It is well for you if they are only three, and not six feet high. +In the midst of them you run against a horizontal stick, triangular, +rounded, smooth, green. You take a glance along it right and left, +and see no end to it either way, but gradually discover that it is the +leaf-stalk of a young Cocorite palm. <a name="citation129b"></a><a href="#footnote129b">{129b}</a> +The leaf is five-and-twenty feet long, and springs from a huge ostrich +plume, which is sprawling out of the ground and up above your head a +few yards off. You cut the leaf-stalk through right and left, +and walk on, to be stopped suddenly (for you get so confused by the +multitude of objects that you never see anything till you run against +it) by a gray lichen-covered bar, as thick as your ankle. You +follow it up with your eye, and find it entwine itself with three or +four other bars, and roll over with them in great knots and festoons +and loops twenty feet high, and then go up with them into the green +cloud over your head, and vanish, as if a giant had thrown a ship’s +cables into the tree-tops. One of them, so grand that its form +strikes even the Negro and the Indian, is a Liantasse. <a name="citation129c"></a><a href="#footnote129c">{129c}</a> +You see that at once by the form of its cable—six or eight inches +across in one direction, and three or four in another, furbelowed all +down the middle into regular knots, and looking like a chain cable between +two flexible iron bars. At another of the loops, about as thick +as your arm, your companion, if you have a forester with you, will spring +joyfully. With a few blows of his cutlass he will sever it as +high up as he can reach, and again below, some three feet down, and, +while you are wondering at this seemingly wanton destruction, he lifts +the bar on high, throws his head back, and pours down his thirsty throat +a pint or more of pure cold water. This hidden treasure is, strange +as it may seem, the ascending sap, or rather the ascending pure rain-water +which has been taken up by the roots, and is hurrying aloft, to be elaborated +into sap, and leaf, and flower, and fruit, and fresh tissue for the +very stem up which it originally climbed, and therefore it is that the +woodman cuts the Water-vine through first at the top of the piece which +he wants, and not at the bottom, for so rapid is the ascent of the sap +that if he cut the stem below, the water would have all fled upwards +before he could cut it off above. Meanwhile, the old story of +Jack and the Bean-stalk comes into your mind. In such a forest +was the old dame’s hut, and up such a bean stalk Jack climbed, +to find a giant and a castle high above. Why not? What may +not be up there? You look up into the green cloud, and long for +a moment to be a monkey. There may be monkeys up there over your +head, burly red Howler, <a name="citation131a"></a><a href="#footnote131a">{131a}</a> +or tiny peevish Sapajou, <a name="citation131b"></a><a href="#footnote131b">{131b}</a> +peering down at you, but you cannot peer up at them. The monkeys, +and the parrots, and the humming birds, and the flowers, and all the +beauty, are upstairs—up above the green cloud. You are in +‘the empty nave of the cathedral,’ and ‘the service +is being celebrated aloft in the blazing roof.’</p> +<p>We will hope that, as you look up, you have not been careless enough +to walk on, for if you have you will be tripped up at once: nor to put +your hand out incautiously to rest it against a tree, or what not, for +fear of sharp thorns, ants, and wasps’ nests. If you are +all safe, your next steps, probably, as you struggle through the bush +between tree trunks of every possible size, will bring you face to face +with huge upright walls of seeming boards, whose rounded edges slope +upward till, as your eye follows them, you find them enter an enormous +stem, perhaps round, like one of the Norman pillars of Durham nave, +and just as huge, perhaps fluted, like one of William of Wykeham’s +columns at Winchester. There is the stem: but where is the tree? +Above the green cloud. You struggle up to it, between two of the +board walls, but find it not so easy to reach. Between you and +it are half a dozen tough strings which you had not noticed at first—the +eye cannot focus itself rapidly enough in this confusion of distances—which +have to be cut through ere you can pass. Some of them are rooted +in the ground, straight and tense, some of them dangle and wave in the +wind at every height. What are they? Air roots of wild Pines, +<a name="citation131c"></a><a href="#footnote131c">{131c}</a> or of +Matapalos, or of Figs, or of Seguines, <a name="citation131d"></a><a href="#footnote131d">{131d}</a> +or of some other parasite? Probably: but you cannot see. +All you can see is, as you put your chin close against the trunk of +the tree and look up, as if you were looking up against the side of +a great ship set on end, that some sixty or eighty feet up in the green +cloud, arms as big as English forest trees branch off; and that out +of their forks a whole green garden of vegetation has tumbled down twenty +or thirty feet, and half climbed up again. You scramble round +the tree to find whence this aerial garden has sprung: you cannot tell. +The tree-trunk is smooth and free from climbers; and that mass of verdure +may belong possibly to the very cables which you met ascending into +the green cloud twenty or thirty yards back, or to that impenetrable +tangle, a dozen yards on, which has climbed a small tree, and then a +taller one again, and then a taller still, till it has climbed out of +sight and possibly into the lower branches of the big tree. And +what are their species? what are their families? Who knows? +Not even the most experienced woodman or botanist can tell you the names +of plants of which he only sees the stems. The leaves, the flowers, +the fruit, can only be examined by felling the tree; and not even always +then, for sometimes the tree when cut refuses to fall, linked as it +is by chains of liane to all the trees around. Even that wonderful +water-vine which we cut through just now may be one of three or even +four different plants. <a name="citation132"></a><a href="#footnote132">{132}</a></p> +<p>Soon you will be struck by the variety of the vegetation, and will +recollect what you have often heard, that social plants are rare in +the tropic forests. Certainly they are rare in Trinidad; where +the only instances of social trees are the Moras (which I have never +seen growing wild) and the Moriche palms. In Europe, a forest +is usually made up of one dominant plant—of firs or of pines, +of oaks or of beeches, of birch or of heather. Here no two plants +seem alike. There are more species on an acre here than in all +the New Forest, Savernake, or Sherwood. Stems rough, smooth, prickly, +round, fluted, stilted, upright, sloping, branched, arched, jointed, +opposite-leaved, alternate-leaved, leaflets, or covered with leaves +of every conceivable pattern, are jumbled together, till the eye and +brain are tired of continually asking ‘What next?’ +The stems are of every colour—copper, pink, gray, green, brown, +black as if burnt, marbled with lichens, many of them silvery white, +gleaming afar in the bush, furred with mosses and delicate creeping +film-ferns, or laced with the air-roots of some parasite aloft. +Up this stem scrambles a climbing Seguine <a name="citation133a"></a><a href="#footnote133a">{133a}</a> +with entire leaves; up the next another quite different, with deeply-cut +leaves; <a name="citation133b"></a><a href="#footnote133b">{133b}</a> +up the next the Ceriman <a name="citation133c"></a><a href="#footnote133c">{133c}</a> +spreads its huge leaves, latticed and forked again and again. +So fast do they grow, that they have not time to fill up the spaces +between their nerves, and are, consequently full of oval holes; and +so fast does its spadix of flowers expand, that (as indeed do some other +Aroids) an actual genial heat and fire of passion, which may be tested +by the thermometer, or even by the hand, is given off during fructification. +Beware of breaking it, or the Seguines. They will probably give +off an evil smell, and as probably a blistering milk. Look on +at the next stem. Up it, and down again, a climbing fern <a name="citation133d"></a><a href="#footnote133d">{133d}</a> +which is often seen in hothouses has tangled its finely-cut fronds. +Up the next, a quite different fern is crawling, by pressing tightly +to the rough bark its creeping root-stalks, furred like a hare’s +leg. Up the next, the prim little Griffe-chatte <a name="citation133e"></a><a href="#footnote133e">{133e}</a> +plant has walked, by numberless clusters of small cats’-claws, +which lay hold of the bark. And what is this delicious scent about +the air? Vanille? Of course it is; and up that stem zigzags +the green fleshy chain of the Vanille Orchis. The scented pod +is far above, out of your reach; but not out of the reach of the next +parrot, or monkey, or negro hunter, who winds the treasure. And +the stems themselves: to what trees do they belong? It would be +absurd for one to try to tell you who cannot tell one-twentieth of them +himself. <a name="citation133f"></a><a href="#footnote133f">{133f}</a> +Suffice it to say, that over your head are perhaps a dozen kinds of +admirable timber, which might be turned to a hundred uses in Europe, +were it possible to get them thither: your guide (who here will be a +second hospitable and cultivated Scot) will point with pride to one +column after another, straight as those of a cathedral, and sixty to +eighty feet without branch or knob. That, he will say, is Fiddlewood; +<a name="citation133g"></a><a href="#footnote133g">{133g}</a> that a +Carapo, <a name="citation133h"></a><a href="#footnote133h">{133h}</a> +that a Cedar, <a name="citation133i"></a><a href="#footnote133i">{133i}</a> +that a Roble <a name="citation133j"></a><a href="#footnote133j">{133j}</a> +(oak); that, larger than all you have seen yet, a Locust; <a name="citation133k"></a><a href="#footnote133k">{133k}</a> +that a Poui; <a name="citation133l"></a><a href="#footnote133l">{133l}</a> +that a Guatecare, <a name="citation133m"></a><a href="#footnote133m">{133m}</a> +that an Olivier, <a name="citation133n"></a><a href="#footnote133n">{133n}</a> +woods which, he will tell you, are all but incorruptible, defying weather +and insects. He will show you, as curiosities, the smaller but +intensely hard Letter wood, <a name="citation133o"></a><a href="#footnote133o">{133o}</a> +Lignum vitæ, <a name="citation133p"></a><a href="#footnote133p">{133p}</a> +and Purple heart. <a name="citation134a"></a><a href="#footnote134a">{134a}</a> +He will pass by as useless weeds, Ceibas <a name="citation134b"></a><a href="#footnote134b">{134b}</a> +and Sandbox-trees, <a name="citation134c"></a><a href="#footnote134c">{134c}</a> +whose bulk appals you. He will look up, with something like a +malediction, at the Matapalos, which, every fifty yards, have seized +on mighty trees, and are enjoying, I presume, every different stage +of the strangling art, from the baby Matapalo, who, like the one which +you saw in the Botanic Garden, has let down his first air-root along +his victim’s stem, to the old sinner whose dark crown of leaves +is supported, eighty feet in air, on innumerable branching columns of +every size, cross-clasped to each other by transverse bars. The +giant tree on which his seed first fell has rotted away utterly, and +he stands in its place, prospering in his wickedness, like certain folk +whom David knew too well. Your guide walks on with a sneer. +But he stops with a smile of satisfaction as he sees lying on the ground +dark green glossy leaves, which are fading into a bright crimson; for +overhead somewhere there must be a Balata, <a name="citation134d"></a><a href="#footnote134d">{134d}</a> +the king of the forest; and there, close by, is his stem—a madder-brown +column, whose head may be a hundred and fifty feet or more aloft. +The forester pats the sides of his favourite tree, as a breeder might +that of his favourite racehorse. He goes on to evince his affection, +in the fashion of West Indians, by giving it a chop with his cutlass; +but not in wantonness. He wishes to show you the hidden virtues +of this (in his eyes) noblest of trees—how there issues out swiftly +from the wound a flow of thick white milk, which will congeal, in an +hour’s time, into a gum intermediate in its properties between +caoutchouc and gutta-percha. He talks of a time when the English +gutta-percha market shall be supplied from the Balatas of the northern +hills, which cannot be shipped away as timber. He tells you how +the tree is a tree of a generous, virtuous, and elaborate race—‘a +tree of God, which is full of sap,’ as one said of old of such—and +what could he say better, less or more? For it is a Sapota, cousin +to the Sapodilla, and other excellent fruit-trees, itself most excellent +even in its fruit-bearing power; for every five years it is covered +with such a crop of delicious plums, that the lazy Negro thinks it worth +his while to spend days of hard work, besides incurring the penalty +of the law (for the trees are Government property), in cutting it down +for the sake of its fruit. But this tree your guide will cut himself. +There is no gully between it and the Government station; and he can +carry it away; and it is worth his while to do so; for it will square, +he thinks, into a log more than three feet in diameter, and eighty, +ninety—he hopes almost a hundred—feet in length of hard, +heavy wood, incorruptible, save in salt water; better than oak, as good +as teak, and only surpassed in this island by the Poui. He will +make a stage round it, some eight feet high, and cut it above the spurs. +It will take his convict gang (for convicts are turned to some real +use in Trinidad) several days to get it down, and many more days to +square it with the axe. A trace must be made to it through the +wood, clearing away vegetation for which an European millionaire, could +he keep it in his park, would gladly pay a hundred pounds a yard. +The cleared stems, especially those of the palms, must be cut into rollers; +and the dragging of the huge log over them will be a work of weeks, +especially in the wet season. But it can be done, and it shall +be; so he leaves a significant mark on his new-found treasure, and leads +you on through the bush, hewing his way with light strokes right and +left, so carelessly that you are inclined to beg him to hold his hand, +and not destroy in a moment things so beautiful, so curious, things +which would be invaluable in an English hothouse.</p> +<p>And where are the famous Orchids? They perch on every bough +and stem: but they are not, with three or four exceptions, in flower +in the winter; and if they were, I know nothing about them—at +least, I know enough to know how little I know. Whosoever has +read Darwin’s <i>Fertilisation of Orchids</i>, and finds in his +own reason that the book is true, had best say nothing about the beautiful +monsters till he has seen with his own eyes more than his master.</p> +<p>And yet even the three or four that are in flower are worth going +many a mile to see. In the hothouse they seem almost artificial +from their strangeness: but to see them ‘natural,’ on natural +boughs, gives a sense of their reality, which no unnatural situation +can give. Even to look up at them perched on bough and stem, as +one rides by; and to guess what exquisite and fantastic form may issue, +in a few months or weeks, out of those fleshy, often unsightly, leaves, +is a strange pleasure; a spur to the fancy which is surely wholesome, +if we will but believe that all these things were invented by A Fancy, +which desires to call out in us, by contemplating them, such small fancy +as we possess; and to make us poets, each according to his power, by +showing a world in which, if rightly looked at, all is poetry.</p> +<p>Another fact will soon force itself on your attention, unless you +wish to tumble down and get wet up to your knees. The soil is +furrowed everywhere by holes; by graves, some two or three feet wide +and deep, and of uncertain length and shape, often wandering about for +thirty or forty feet, and running confusedly into each other. +They are not the work of man, nor of an animal; for no earth seems to +have been thrown out of them. In the bottom of the dry graves +you sometimes see a decaying root: but most of them just now are full +of water, and of tiny fish also, who burrow in the mud and sleep during +the dry season, to come out and swim during the wet. These graves +are, some of them, plainly quite new. Some, again, are very old; +for trees of all sizes are growing in them and over them.</p> +<p>What makes them? A question not easily answered. But +the shrewdest foresters say that they have held the roots of trees now +dead. Either the tree has fallen and torn its roots out of the +ground, or the roots and stumps have rotted in their place, and the +soil above them has fallen in.</p> +<p>But they must decay very quickly, these roots, to leave their quite +fresh graves thus empty: and—now one thinks of it—how few +fallen trees, or even dead sticks, there are about. An English +wood, if left to itself, would be cumbered with fallen timber; and one +has heard of forests in North America, through which it is all but impossible +to make way, so high are piled up, among the still-growing trees, dead +logs in every stage of decay. Such a sight may be seen in Europe, +among the high Silver-fir forests of the Pyrenees. How is it not +so here? How indeed? And how comes it—if you will +look again—that there are few or no fallen leaves, and actually +no leaf-mould? In an English wood there would be a foot—perhaps +two feet—of black soil, renewed by every autumn leaf fall. +Two feet? One has heard often enough of bison-hunting in Himalayan +forests among Deodaras one hundred and fifty feet high, and scarlet +Rhododendrons thirty feet high, growing in fifteen or twenty feet of +leaf-and-timber mould. And here, in a forest equally ancient, +every plant is growing out of the bare yellow loam, as it might in a +well-hoed garden bed. Is it not strange?</p> +<p>Most strange; till you remember where you are—in one of Nature’s +hottest and dampest laboratories. Nearly eighty inches of yearly +rain and more than eighty degrees of perpetual heat make swift work +with vegetable fibre, which, in our cold and sluggard clime, would curdle +into leaf-mould, perhaps into peat. Far to the north, in poor +old Ireland, and far to the south, in Patagonia, begin the zones of +peat, where dead vegetable fibre, its treasures of light and heat locked +up, lies all but useless age after age. But this is the zone of +illimitable sun-force, which destroys as swiftly as it generates, and +generates again as swiftly as it destroys. Here, when the forest +giant falls, as some tell me that they have heard him fall, on silent +nights, when the cracking of the roots below and the lianes aloft rattles +like musketry through the woods, till the great trunk comes down, with +a boom as of a heavy gun, re-echoing on from mountain-side to mountain-side; +then—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Nothing in him that doth fade,<br />But doth suffer an <i>air</i>-change<br />Into +something rich and strange.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>Under the genial rain and genial heat the timber tree itself, all +its tangled ruin of lianes and parasites, and the boughs and leaves +snapped off not only by the blow, but by the very wind, of the falling +tree—all melt away swiftly and peacefully in a few months—say +almost a few days—into the water, and carbonic acid, and sunlight, +out of which they were created at first, to be absorbed instantly by +the green leaves around, and, transmuted into fresh forms of beauty, +leave not a wrack behind. Explained thus—and this I believe +to be the true explanation—the absence of leaf-mould is one of +the grandest, as it is one of the most startling, phenomena of the forest.</p> +<p>Look here at a fresh wonder. Away in front of us a smooth gray +pillar glistens on high. You can see neither the top nor the bottom +of it. But its colour, and its perfectly cylindrical shape, tell +you what it is—a glorious Palmiste; one of those queens of the +forest which you saw standing in the fields; with its capital buried +in the green cloud and its base buried in that bank of green velvet +plumes, which you must skirt carefully round, for they are a prickly +dwarf palm, called here black Roseau. <a name="citation137a"></a><a href="#footnote137a">{137a}</a> +Close to it rises another pillar, as straight and smooth, but one-fourth +of the diameter—a giant’s walking-cane. Its head, +too, is in the green cloud. But near are two or three younger +ones only forty or fifty feet high, and you see their delicate feather +heads, and are told that they are Manacques; <a name="citation137b"></a><a href="#footnote137b">{137b}</a> +the slender nymphs which attend upon the forest queen, as beautiful, +though not as grand, as she.</p> +<p>The land slopes down fast now. You are tramping through stiff +mud, and those Roseaux are a sign of water. There is a stream +or gully near: and now for the first time you can see clear sunshine +through the stems; and see, too, something of the bank of foliage on +the other side of the brook. You catch sight, it may be, of the +head of a tree aloft, blazing with golden trumpet flowers, which is +a Poui; and of another lower one covered with hoar-frost, perhaps a +Croton; <a name="citation137c"></a><a href="#footnote137c">{137c}</a> +and of another, a giant covered with purple tassels. That is an +Angelim. Another giant overtops even him. His dark glossy +leaves toss off sheets of silver light as they flicker in the breeze; +for it blows hard aloft outside while you are in stifling calm. +That is a Balata. And what is that on high?—Twenty or thirty +square yards of rich crimson a hundred feet above the ground. +The flowers may belong to the tree itself. It may be a Mountain-mangrove, +<a name="citation137d"></a><a href="#footnote137d">{137d}</a> which +I have never seen, in flower: but take the glasses and decide. +No. The flowers belong to a liane. The ‘wonderful’ +Prince of Wales’s Feather <a name="citation137e"></a><a href="#footnote137e">{137e}</a> +has taken possession of the head of a huge Mombin, <a name="citation137f"></a><a href="#footnote137f">{137f}</a> +and tiled it all over with crimson combs which crawl out to the ends +of the branches, and dangle twenty or thirty feet down, waving and leaping +in the breeze. And over all blazes the cloudless blue.</p> +<p>You gaze astounded. Ten steps downward, and the vision is gone. +The green cloud has closed again over your head, and you are stumbling +in the darkness of the bush, half blinded by the sudden change from +the blaze to the shade. Beware. ‘Take care of the +Croc-chien!’ shouts your companion: and you are aware of, not +a foot from your face, a long, green, curved whip, armed with pairs +of barbs some four inches apart; and are aware also, at the same moment, +that another has seized you by the arm, another by the knees, and that +you must back out, unless you are willing to part with your clothes +first, and your flesh afterwards. You back out, and find that +you have walked into the tips—luckily only into the tips—of +the fern-like fronds of a trailing and climbing palm such as you see +in the Botanic Gardens. That came from the East, and furnishes +the rattan-canes. This <a name="citation138a"></a><a href="#footnote138a">{138a}</a> +furnishes the gri-gri-canes, and is rather worse to meet, if possible, +than the rattan. Your companion, while he helps you to pick the +barbs out, calls the palm laughingly by another name, ‘Suelta-mi-Ingles’; +and tells you the old story of the Spanish soldier at San Josef. +You are near the water now; for here is a thicket of Balisiers. <a name="citation138b"></a><a href="#footnote138b">{138b}</a> +Push through, under their great plantain-like leaves. Slip down +the muddy bank to that patch of gravel. See first, though, that +it is not tenanted already by a deadly Mapepire, or rattlesnake, which +has not the grace, as his cousin in North America has, to use his rattle.</p> +<p>The brooklet, muddy with last night’s rain, is dammed and bridged +by winding roots, in shape like the jointed wooden snakes which we used +to play with as children. They belong probably to a fig, whose +trunk is somewhere up in the green cloud. Sit down on one, and +look, around and aloft. From the soil to the sky, which peeps +through here and there, the air is packed with green leaves of every +imaginable hue and shape. Round our feet are Arums, <a name="citation138c"></a><a href="#footnote138c">{138c}</a> +with snow-white spadixes and hoods, one instance among many here of +brilliant colour developing itself in deep shade. But is the darkness +of the forest actually as great as it seems? Or are our eyes, +accustomed to the blaze outside, unable to expand rapidly enough, and +so liable to mistake for darkness air really full of light reflected +downward, again and again, at every angle, from the glossy surfaces +of a million leaves? At least we may be excused; for a bat has +made the same mistake, and flits past us at noonday. And there +is another—No; as it turns, a blaze of metallic azure off the +upper side of the wings proves this one to be no bat, but a Morpho—a +moth as big as a bat. And what was that second larger flash of +golden green, which dashed at the moth, and back to yonder branch not +ten feet off? A Jacamar <a name="citation138d"></a><a href="#footnote138d">{138d}</a>—kingfisher, +as they miscall her here, sitting fearless of man, with the moth in +her long beak. Her throat is snowy white, her under-parts rich +red brown. Her breast, and all her upper plumage and long tail, +glitter with golden green. There is light enough in this darkness, +it seems. But now a look again at the plants. Among the +white-flowered Arums are other Arums, stalked and spotted, of which +beware; for they are the poisonous Seguine-diable, <a name="citation139a"></a><a href="#footnote139a">{139a}</a> +the dumb-cane, of which evil tales were told in the days of slavery. +A few drops of its milk, put into the mouth of a refractory slave, or +again into the food of a cruel master, could cause swelling, choking, +and burning agony for many hours.</p> +<p>Over our heads bend the great arrow leaves and purple leafstalks +of the Tanias; <a name="citation139b"></a><a href="#footnote139b">{139b}</a> +and mingled with them, leaves often larger still: oval, glossy, bright, +ribbed, reflecting from their underside a silver light. They belong +to Arumas; <a name="citation139c"></a><a href="#footnote139c">{139c}</a> +and from their ribs are woven the Indian baskets and packs. Above +these, again, the Balisiers bend their long leaves, eight or ten feet +long apiece; and under the shade of the leaves their gay flower-spikes, +like double rows of orange and black birds’ beaks upside down. +Above them, and among them, rise stiff upright shrubs, with pairs of +pointed leaves, a foot long some of them, pale green above, and yellow +or fawn-coloured beneath. You may see, by the three longitudinal +nerves in each leaf, that they are Melastomas of different kinds—a +sure token they that you are in the Tropics—a probable token that +you are in Tropical America.</p> +<p>And over them, and among them, what a strange variety of foliage: +look at the contrast between the Balisiers and that branch which has +thrust itself among them, which you take for a dark copper-coloured +fern, so finely divided are its glossy leaves. It is really a +Mimosa—Bois Mulâtre, <a name="citation139d"></a><a href="#footnote139d">{139d}</a> +as they call it here. What a contrast again, the huge feathery +fronds of the Cocorite palms which stretch right away hither over our +heads, twenty and thirty feet in length. And what is that spot +of crimson flame hanging in the darkest spot of all from an under-bough +of that low weeping tree? A flower-head of the Rosa del Monte. +<a name="citation139e"></a><a href="#footnote139e">{139e}</a> +And what is that bright straw-coloured fox’s brush above it, with +a brown hood like that of an Arum, brush and hood nigh three feet long +each? Look—for you require to look more than once, sometimes +more than twice—here, up the stem of that Cocorite, or as much +of it as you can see in the thicket. It is all jagged with the +brown butts of its old fallen leaves; and among the butts perch broad-leaved +ferns, and fleshy Orchids, and above them, just below the plume of mighty +fronds, the yellow fox’s brush, which is its spathe of flower.</p> +<p>What next? Above the Cocorites dangle, amid a dozen different +kinds of leaves, festoons of a liane, or of two, for one has purple +flowers, the other yellow—Bignonias, Bauhinias—what not? +And through them a Carat <a name="citation140a"></a><a href="#footnote140a">{140a}</a> +palm has thrust its thin bending stem, and spread out its flat head +of fan-shaped leaves twenty feet long each: while over it, I verily +believe, hangs eighty feet aloft the head of the very tree upon whose +roots we are sitting. For amid the green cloud you may see sprigs +of leaf somewhat like that of a weeping willow; <a name="citation140b"></a><a href="#footnote140b">{140b}</a> +and there, probably, is the trunk to which they belong, or rather what +will be a trunk at last. At present it is like a number of round-edged +boards of every size, set on end, and slowly coalescing at their edges. +There is a slit down the middle of the trunk, twenty or thirty feet +long. You may see the green light of the forest shining through +it. Yes. That is probably the fig; or, if not, then something +else. For who am I, that I should know the hundredth part of the +forms on which we look?—And above all you catch a glimpse of that +crimson mass of Norantea which we admired just now; and, black as yew +against the blue sky and white cloud, the plumes of one Palmiste, who +has climbed toward the light, it may be for centuries, through the green +cloud; and now, weary and yet triumphant, rests her dark head among +the bright foliage of a Ceiba, and feeds unhindered on the sun.</p> +<p>There, take your tired eyes down again; and turn them right, or left, +or where you will, to see the same scene, and yet never the same. +New forms, new combinations; a wealth of creative Genius—let us +use the wise old word in its true sense—incomprehensible by the +human intellect or the human eye, even as He is who makes it all, Whose +garment, or rather Whose speech, it is. The eye is not filled +with seeing, or the ear with hearing; and never would be, did you roam +these forests for a hundred years. How many years would you need +merely to examine and discriminate the different species? And +when you had done that, how many more to learn their action and reaction +on each other? How many more to learn their virtues, properties, +uses? How many more to answer the perhaps ever unanswerable question—How +they exist and grow at all? By what miracle they are compacted +out of light, air, and water, each after its kind? How, again, +those kinds began to be, and what they were like at first? Whether +those crowded, struggling, competing shapes are stable or variable? +Whether or not they are varying still? Whether even now, as we +sit here, the great God may not be creating, slowly but surely, new +forms of beauty round us? Why not? If He chose to do it, +could He not do it? And even had you answered that question, which +would require whole centuries of observation as patient and accurate +as that which Mr. Darwin employed on Orchids and climbing plants, how +much nearer would you be to the deepest question of all—Do these +things exist, or only appear? Are they solid realities, or a mere +phantasmagoria, orderly indeed, and law-ruled, but a phantasmagoria +still; a picture-book by which God speaks to rational essences, created +in His own likeness? And even had you solved that old problem, +and decided for Berkeley or against him, you would still have to learn +from these forests a knowledge which enters into man, not through the +head, but through the heart; which (let some modern philosophers say +what they will) defies all analysis, and can be no more defined or explained +by words than a mother’s love. I mean, the causes and the +effects of their beauty; that ‘Æsthetic of plants,’ +of which Schleiden has spoken so well in that charming book of his, +<i>The Plant</i>, which all should read who wish to know somewhat of +‘The Open Secret.’</p> +<p>But when they read it, let them read with open hearts. For +that same ‘Open Secret’ is, I suspect, one of those which +God may hide from the wise and prudent, and yet reveal to babes.</p> +<p>At least, so it seemed to me, the first day that I went, awe struck, +into the High Woods; and so it seemed to me, the last day that I came, +even more awe-struck, out of them.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII: LA BREA</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>We were, of course, desirous to visit that famous Lake of Pitch, +which our old nursery literature described as one of the ‘Wonders +of the World.’ It is not that; it is merely a very odd, +quaint, unexpected, and only half-explained phenomenon: but no wonder. +That epithet should be kept for such matters as the growth of a crystal, +the formation of a cell, the germination of a seed, the coming true +of a plant, whether from a fruit or from a cutting: in a word, for any +and all those hourly and momentary miracles which were attributed of +old to some <i>Vis Formatrix</i> of nature; and are now attributed to +some other abstract formula, as they will be to some fresh one, and +to a dozen more, before the century is out; because the more accurately +and deeply they are investigated, the more inexplicable they will be +found.</p> +<p>So it is; but the ‘public’ are not inclined to believe +that so it is, and will not see, till their minds get somewhat of a +truly scientific training.</p> +<p>If any average educated person were asked—Which seemed to him +more wonderful, that a hen’s egg should always produce a chicken, +or that it should now and then produce a sparrow or a duckling?—can +it be doubted what answer he would give? or that it would be the wrong +answer? What answer, again, would he make to the question—Which +is more wonderful, that dwarfs and giants (<i>i.e</i>. people under +four feet six or over six feet six) should be exceedingly rare, or that +the human race is not of all possible heights from three inches to thirty +feet? Can it be doubted that in this case, as in the last, the +wrong answer would be given? He would defend himself, probably, +if he had a smattering of science, by saying that experience teaches +us that Nature works by ‘invariable laws’; by which he would +mean, usually unbroken customs; and that he has, therefore, a right +to be astonished if they are broken. But he would be wrong. +The just cause of astonishment is, that the laws are, on the whole, +invariable; that the customs are so seldom broken; that sun and moon, +plants and animals, grains of dust and vesicles of vapour, are not perpetually +committing some vagary or other, and making as great fools of themselves +as human beings are wont to do. Happily for the existence of the +universe, they do not. But how, and still more why, things in +general behave so respectably and loyally, is a wonder which is either +utterly inexplicable, or explicable, I hold, only on the old theory +that they obey Some One—whom we obey to a very limited extent +indeed. Not that this latter theory gets rid of the perpetual +and omnipresent element of wondrousness. If matter alone exists, +it is a wonder and a mystery how it obeys itself. If A Spirit +exists, it is a wonder and a mystery how He makes matter obey Him. +All that the scientific man can do is, to confess the presence of mystery +all day long; and to live in that wholesome and calm attitude of wonder +which we call awe and reverence; that so he may be delivered from the +unwholesome and passionate fits of wonder which we call astonishment, +the child of ignorance and fear, and the parent of rashness and superstition. +So will he keep his mind in the attitude most fit for seizing new facts, +whenever they are presented to him. So he will be able, when he +doubts of a new fact, to examine himself whether he doubts it on just +grounds; whether his doubt may not proceed from mere self-conceit, because +the fact does not suit his preconceived theories; whether it may not +proceed from an even lower passion, which he shares (being human) with +the most uneducated; namely, from dread of the two great bogies, Novelty +and Size—novelty, which makes it hard to convince the country +fellow that in the Tropics great flowers grow on tall trees, as they +do here on herbs; size, which makes it hard to convince him that in +far lands trees are often two and three hundred feet high, simply because +he has never seen one here a hundred feet high. It is not surprising, +but saddening, to watch what power these two phantoms have over the +minds of those who would be angry if they were supposed to be uneducated. +How often has one heard the existence of the sea-serpent declared impossible +and absurd, on these very grounds, by people who thought they were arguing +scientifically: the sea-serpent could not exist, firstly because—because +it was so odd, strange, new, in a word, and unlike anything that they +had ever seen or fancied; and, secondly, because it was so big. +The first argument would apply to a thousand new facts, which physical +science is daily proving to be true; and the second, when the reputed +size of the sea-serpent is compared with the known size of the ocean, +rather more silly than the assertion that a ten-pound pike could not +live in a half-acre pond, because it was too small to hold him. +The true arguments against the existence of a sea-serpent, namely, that +no Ophidian could live long under water, and that therefore the sea-serpent, +if he existed, would be seen continually at the surface; and again, +that the appearance taken for a sea-serpent has been proved, again and +again, to be merely a long line of rolling porpoises—these really +sound arguments would be nothing to such people, or only be accepted +as supplementing and corroborating their dislike to believe in anything +new, or anything a little bigger than usual.</p> +<p>But so works the average, <i>i.e</i>. the uneducated and barbaric +intellect, afraid of the New and the Big, whether in space or in time. +How the fear of those two phantoms has hindered our knowledge of this +planet, the geologist knows only too well.</p> +<p>It was excusable, therefore, that this Pitch Lake should be counted +among the wonders of the world; for it is, certainly, tolerably big. +It covers ninety-nine acres, and contains millions of tons of so-called +pitch.</p> +<p>Its first discoverers, of course, were not bound to see that a pitch +lake of ninety-nine acres was no more wonderful than any of the little +pitch wells—‘spues’ or ‘galls,’ as we +should call them in Hampshire—a yard across; or any one of the +tiny veins and lumps of pitch which abound in the surrounding forests; +and no less wonderful than if it had covered ninety-nine thousand acres +instead of ninety-nine. Moreover, it was a novelty. People +were not aware of the vast quantity of similar deposits which exist +up and down the hotter regions of the globe. And being new and +big too, its genesis demanded, for the comfort of the barbaric intellect, +a cataclysm, and a convulsion, and some sort of prodigious birth, which +was till lately referred, like many another strange object, to volcanic +action. The explanation savoured somewhat of a ‘bull’; +for what a volcano could do to pitch, save to burn it up into coke and +gases, it is difficult to see.</p> +<p>It now turns out that the Pitch Lake, like most other things, owes +its appearance on the surface to no convulsion or vagary at all, but +to a most slow, orderly, and respectable process of nature, by which +buried vegetable matter, which would have become peat, and finally brown +coal, in a temperate climate, becomes, under the hot tropic soil, asphalt +and oil, continually oozing up beneath the pressure of the strata above +it. Such, at least, is the opinion of Messrs. Wall and Sawkins, +the geological surveyors of Trinidad, and of several chemists whom they +quote; and I am bound to say, that all I saw at the lake and elsewhere, +during two separate visits, can be easily explained on their hypothesis, +and that no other possible cause suggests itself as yet. The same +cause, it may be, has produced the submarine spring of petroleum, off +the shore near Point Rouge, where men can at times skim the floating +oil off the surface of the sea; the petroleum and asphalt of the Windward +Islands and of Cuba, especially the well-known Barbadoes tar; and the +petroleum springs of the mainland, described by Humboldt, at Truxillo, +in the Gulf of Cumana; and ‘the inexhaustible deposits of mineral +pitch in the provinces of Merida and Coro, and, above all, in that of +Maracaybo. In the latter it is employed for caulking the ships +which navigate the lake.’ <a name="citation145"></a><a href="#footnote145">{145}</a> +But the reader shall hear what the famous lake is like, and judge for +himself. Why not? He may not be ‘scientific,’ +but, as Professor Huxley well says, what is scientific thought but common +sense well regulated?</p> +<p>Running down, then, by steamer, some thirty-six miles south from +Port of Spain, along a flat mangrove shore, broken only at one spot +by the conical hill of San Fernando, we arrived off a peninsula, whose +flat top is somewhat higher than the lowland right and left. The +uplands are rich with primeval forest, and perhaps always have been. +The lower land, right and left, was, I believe, cultivated for sugar, +till the disastrous epoch of 1846: but it is now furred over with rastrajo +woods.</p> +<p>We ran, on our first visit, past the pitch point of La Brea, south-westward +to Trois, where an industrial farm for convicts had been established +by my host the Governor. We were lifted on shore through a tumbling +surf; and welcomed by an intelligent and courteous German gentleman, +who showed us all that was to be seen; and what we saw was satisfactory +enough. The estate was paying, though this was only its third +year. An average number of 77 convicts had already cleared 195 +acres, of which 182 were under cultivation. Part of this had just +been reclaimed from pestilential swamp: a permanent benefit to the health +of the island. In spite of the exceptional drought of the year +before, and the subsequent plague of caterpillars, 83,000 pounds of +rice had been grown; and the success of the rice crop, it must be remembered, +will become more and more important to the island, as the increase of +Coolie labourers increases the demand for the grain. More than +half the plantains put in (22,000) were growing, and other vegetables +in abundance. But, above all, there were more than 7000 young +coco-palms doing well, and promising a perpetual source of wealth for +the future. For as the trees grow, and the crops raised between +them diminish, the coco-palms will require little or no care, but yield +fruit the whole year round without further expense; and the establishment +can then be removed elsewhere, to reclaim a fresh sheet of land.</p> +<p>Altogether, the place was a satisfactory specimen of what can be +effected in a tropical country by a Government which will govern. +Since then, another source of profitable employment for West Indian +convicts has been suggested to me. Bamboo, it is now found, will +supply an admirable material for paper; and I have been assured by paper-makers +that those who will plant the West Indian wet lands with bamboo for +their use, may realise enormous profits.</p> +<p>We scrambled back into the boat—had, of course, a heap of fruit, +bananas, oranges, pine-apples, tossed in after us—and ran back +again in the steamer to the famous La Brea.</p> +<p>As we neared the shore, we perceived that the beach was black as +pitch; and the breeze being off the land, the asphalt smell (not unpleasant) +came off to welcome us. We rowed in, and saw in front of a little +row of wooden houses a tall mulatto, in blue policeman’s dress, +gesticulating and shouting to us. He was the ward-policeman, and +I found him (as I did all the coloured police) able and courteous, shrewd +and trusty. These police are excellent specimens of what can be +made of the Negro, or half-Negro, if he be but first drilled, and then +given a responsibility which calls out his self-respect. He was +warning our crew not to run aground on one or other of the pitch reefs, +which here take the place of rocks. A large one, a hundred yards +off on the left, has been almost all dug away, and carried to New York +or to Paris to make asphalt pavement. The boat was run ashore, +under his directions, on a spit of sand between the pitch; and when +she ceased bumping up and down in the muddy surf, we scrambled out into +a world exactly the hue of its inhabitants—of every shade, from +jet-black to copper-brown. The pebbles on the shore were pitch. +A tide-pool close by was enclosed in pitch: a four-eyes was swimming +about in it, staring up at us; and when we hunted him, tried to escape, +not by diving, but by jumping on shore on the pitch, and scrambling +off between our legs. While the policeman, after profoundest courtesies, +was gone to get a mule cart to take us up to the lake, and planks to +bridge its water-channels, we took a look round at this oddest of corners +of the earth.</p> +<p>In front of us was the unit of civilisation—the police-station, +wooden, on wooden stilts (as all well-built houses are here), to ensure +a draught of air beneath them. We were, of course, asked to come +in and sit down, but preferred looking about, under our umbrellas; for +the heat was intense. The soil is half pitch, half brown earth, +among which the pitch sweals in and out, as tallow sweals from a candle. +It is always in slow motion under the heat of the tropic sun: and no +wonder if some of the cottages have sunk right and left in such a treacherous +foundation. A stone or brick house could not stand here: but wood +and palm-thatch are both light and tough enough to be safe, let the +ground give way as it will.</p> +<p>The soil, however, is very rich. The pitch certainly does not +injure vegetation, though plants will not grow actually in it. +The first plants which caught our eyes were pine-apples; for which La +Brea is famous. The heat of the soil, as well as of the air, brings +them to special perfection. They grow about anywhere, unprotected +by hedge or fence; for the Negroes here seem honest enough, at least +towards each other. And at the corner of the house was a bush +worth looking at, for we had heard of it for many a year. It bore +prickly, heart-shaped pods an inch long, filled with seeds coated with +a red waxy pulp.</p> +<p>This was a famous plant—<i>Bixa Orellana</i>, Roucou; and that +pulp was the well-known Arnotta dye of commerce. In England and +Holland it is used merely, I believe, to colour cheeses; but in the +Spanish Main, to colour human beings. The Indian of the Orinoco +prefers paint to clothes; and when he has ‘roucoued’ himself +from head to foot, considers himself in full dress, whether for war +or dancing. Doubtless he knows his own business best from long +experience. Indeed, as we stood broiling on the shore, we began +somewhat to regret that European manners and customs prevented our adopting +the Guaraon and Arawak fashion.</p> +<p>The mule-cart arrived; the lady of the party was put into it on a +chair, and slowly bumped and rattled past the corner of Dundonald Street—so +named after the old sea-hero, who was, in his lifetime, full of projects +for utilising this same pitch—and up a pitch road, with a pitch +gutter on each side.</p> +<p>The pitch in the road has been, most of it, laid down by hand, and +is slowly working down the slight incline, leaving pools and ruts full +of water, often invisible, because covered with a film of brown pitch-dust, +and so letting in the unwary walker over his shoes. The pitch +in the gutter-bank is in its native place, and as it spues slowly out +of the soil into the ditch in odd wreaths and lumps, we could watch, +in little, the process which has produced the whole deposit—probably +the whole lake itself.</p> +<p>A bullock-cart, laden with pitch, came jolting down past us; and +we observed that the lumps, when the fracture is fresh, have all a drawn-out +look; that the very air-bubbles in them, which are often very numerous, +are all drawn out likewise, long and oval, like the air-bubbles in some +ductile lavas.</p> +<p>On our left, as we went on, the bush was low, all of yellow Cassia +and white Hibiscus, and tangled with lovely convolvulus-like creepers, +Ipomœa and Echites, with white, purple, or yellow flowers. +On the right were negro huts and gardens, fewer and fewer as we went +on—all rich with fruit-trees, especially with oranges, hung with +fruit of every hue; and beneath them, of course, the pine-apples of +La Brea. Everywhere along the road grew, seemingly wild here, +that pretty low tree, the Cashew, with rounded yellow-veined leaves +and little green flowers, followed by a quaint pink and red-striped +pear, from which hangs, at the larger and lower end, a kidney-shaped +bean, which bold folk eat when roasted: but woe to those who try it +when raw, for the acrid oil blisters the lips; and even while the beans +are roasting, the fumes of the oil will blister the cook’s face +if she holds it too near the fire.</p> +<p>As we went onward up the gentle slope (the rise is one hundred and +thirty-eight feet in rather more than a mile), the ground became more +and more full of pitch, and the vegetation poorer and more rushy, till +it resembled, on the whole, that of an English fen. An Ipomœa +or two, and a scarlet-flowered dwarf Heliconia, kept up the tropic type, +as does a stiff brittle fern about two feet high. <a name="citation148a"></a><a href="#footnote148a">{148a}</a> +We picked the weeds, which looked like English mint or basil, and found +that most of them had three longitudinal nerves in each leaf, and were +really Melastomas, though dwarfed into a far meaner habit than that +of the noble forms we saw at Chaguanas, and again on the other side +of the lake. On the right, too, in a hollow, was a whole wood +of Groo-groo palms, gray stemmed, gray leaved; and here and there a +patch of white or black Roseau rose gracefully eight or ten feet high +among the reeds.</p> +<p>The plateau of pitch now widened out, and the whole ground looked +like an asphalt pavement, half overgrown with marsh-loving weeds, whose +roots feed in the sloppy water which overlies the pitch. But, +as yet, there was no sign of the lake. The incline, though gentle, +shuts off the view of what is beyond. This last lip of the lake +has surely overflowed, and is overflowing still, though very slowly. +Its furrows all curve downward; and it is, in fact, as one of our party +said, ‘a black glacier.’ The pitch, expanding under +the burning sun of day, must needs expand most towards the line of least +resistance, that is, downhill; and when it contracts again under the +coolness of night, it contracts, surely from the same cause, more downhill +than it does uphill; and so each particle never returns to the spot +whence it started, but rather drags the particles above it downward +toward itself. At least, so it seemed to us. Thus may be +explained the common mistake which is noticed by Messrs. Wall and Sawkins +<a name="citation148b"></a><a href="#footnote148b">{148b}</a> in their +admirable description of the lake.</p> +<p>‘All previous descriptions refer the bituminous matter scattered +over the La Brea district, and especially that between the village and +the lake, to streams which have issued at some former epoch from the +lake, and extended into the sea. This supposition is totally incorrect, +as solidification would have probably ensued before it had proceeded +one-tenth of the distance; and such of the asphalt as has undoubtedly +escaped from the lake has not advanced more than a few yards, and always +presents the curved surfaces already described, and never appears as +an extended sheet.’</p> +<p>Agreeing with this statement as a whole, I nevertheless cannot but +think it probable that a great deal of the asphalt, whether it be in +large masses or in scattered veins, may be moving very slowly downhill, +from the lake to the sea, by the process of expansion by day, and contraction +by night; and may be likened to a caterpillar, or rather caterpillars +innumerable, progressing by expanding and contracting their rings, having +strength enough to crawl downhill, but not strength enough to back uphill +again.</p> +<p>At last we surmounted the last rise, and before us lay the famous +lake—not at the bottom of a depression, as we expected, but at +the top of a rise, whence the ground slopes away from it on two sides, +and rises from it very slightly on the two others. The black pool +glared and glittered in the sun. A group of islands, some twenty +yards wide, were scattered about the middle of it. Beyond it rose +a noble forest of Moriche fan-palms; <a name="citation149"></a><a href="#footnote149">{149}</a> +and to the right of them high wood with giant Mombins and undergrowth +of Cocorite—a paradise on the other side of the Stygian pool.</p> +<p>We walked, with some misgivings, on to the asphalt, and found it +perfectly hard. In a few yards we were stopped by a channel of +clear water, with tiny fish and water-beetles in it; and, looking round, +saw that the whole lake was intersected with channels, so unlike anything +which can be seen elsewhere, that it is not easy to describe them.</p> +<p>Conceive a crowd of mushrooms, of all shapes, from ten to fifty feet +across, close together side by side, their tops being kept at exactly +the same level, their rounded rims squeezed tight against each other; +then conceive water poured on them so as to fill the parting seams, +and in the wet season, during which we visited it, to overflow the tops +somewhat. Thus would each mushroom represent, tolerably well, +one of the innumerable flat asphalt bosses, which seem to have sprung +up each from a separate centre, while the parting seams would be of +much the same shape as those in the asphalt, broad and shallow atop, +and rolling downward in a smooth curve, till they are at bottom mere +cracks, from two to ten feet deep. Whether these cracks actually +close up below, and the two contiguous masses of pitch become one, cannot +be seen. As far as the eye goes down, they are two, though pressed +close to each other. Messrs. Wall and Sawkins explain the odd +fact clearly and simply. The oil, they say, which the asphalt +contains when it rises first, evaporates in the sun, of course most +on the outside of the heap, leaving a tough coat of asphalt, which has, +generally, no power to unite with the corresponding coat of the next +mass. Meanwhile, Mr. Manross, an American gentleman, who has written +a very clever and interesting account of the lake, <a name="citation150"></a><a href="#footnote150">{150}</a> +seems to have been so far deceived by the curved and squeezed edges +of these masses, that he attributes to each of them a revolving motion, +and supposes that the material is continually passing from the centre +to the edges, when it ‘rolls under,’ and rises again in +the middle. Certainly the strange stuff looks, at the first glance, +as if it were behaving in this way; and certainly, also, his theory +would explain the appearance of sticks and logs in the pitch. +But Messrs. Wall and Sawkins say that they observed no such motion; +nor did we: and I agree with them, that it is not very obvious to what +force, or what influence, it could be attributable. We must, therefore, +seek for some other way of accounting for the sticks—which utterly +puzzled us, and which Mr. Manross well describes as ‘numerous +pieces of wood which, being involved in the pitch, are constantly coming +to the surface. They are often several feet in length, and five +or six inches in diameter. On caching the surface they generally +assume an upright position, one end being detained in the pitch, while +the other is elevated by the lifting of the middle. They may be +seen at frequent intervals over the lake, standing up to the height +of two or even three feet. They look like stumps of trees protruding +through the pitch; but their parvenu character is curiously betrayed +by a ragged cap of pitch which invariably covers the top, and hangs +down like hounds’ ears on either side.’</p> +<p>Whence do they come? Have they been blown on to the lake, or +left behind by man? or are they fossil trees, integral parts of the +vegetable stratum below which is continually rolling upward? or are +they of both kinds? I do not know. Only this is certain, +as Messrs. Wall and Sawkins have pointed out, that not only ‘the +purer varieties of asphalt, such as approach or are identical with asphalt +glance, have been observed’ (though not, I think, in the lake +itself) ‘in isolated masses, where there was little doubt of their +proceeding from ligneous substances of larger dimensions, such as roots +and pieces of trunks and branches;’ but moreover, that ‘it +is also necessary to admit a species of conversion by contact; since +pieces of wood included accidentally in the asphalt, for example, by +dropping from overhanging vegetation, are often found partially transformed +into the material.’ This is a statement which we verified +again and again; as we did the one which follows, namely, that the hollow +bubbles which abound on the surface of the pitch ‘generally contain +traces of the lighter portions of vegetation,’ and ‘are +manifestly derived from leaves, etc., which are blown about the lake +by the wind, and are covered with asphalt, and as they become asphalt +themselves, give off gases, which form bubbles round them.’</p> +<p>But how is it that those logs stand up out of the asphalt, with asphalt +caps and hounds’ ears (as Mr. Manross well phrases it) on the +tops of them?</p> +<p>We pushed on across the lake, over the planks which the Negroes laid +down from island to island. Some, meanwhile, preferred a steeple-chase +with water-jumps, after the fashion of the midshipmen on a certain second +visit to the lake. How the Negroes grinned delight and surprise +at the vagaries of English lads—a species of animal altogether +new to them. And how they grinned still more when certain staid +and portly dignitaries caught the infection, and proved, by more than +one good leap, that they too had been English schoolboys—alas! +long, long ago.</p> +<p>So, whether by bridging, leaping, or wading, we arrived at last at +the little islands, and found them covered with a thick, low scrub; +deep sedge, and among them Pinguins, like huge pine-apples without the +apple; gray wild Pines—parasites on Matapalos, which of course +have established themselves, like robbers and vagrants as they are, +everywhere; a true Holly, with box-like leaves; and a rare Cocoa-plum, +<a name="citation152"></a><a href="#footnote152">{152}</a> very like +the holly in habit, which seems to be all but confined to these little +patches of red earth, afloat on the pitch. Out of the scrub, when +we were there, flew off two or three night-jars, very like our English +species, save that they had white in the wings; and on the second visit, +one of the midshipmen, true to the English boy’s birds’-nesting +instinct, found one of their eggs, white-spotted, in a grass nest.</p> +<p>Passing these little islands, which are said (I know not how truly) +to change their places and number, we came to the very fountains of +Styx, to that part of the lake where the asphalt is still oozing up.</p> +<p>As the wind set toward us, we soon became aware of an evil smell—petroleum +and sulphuretted hydrogen at once—which gave some of us a headache. +The pitch here is yellow and white with sulphur foam; so are the water-channels; +and out of both water and pitch innumerable bubbles of gas arise, loathsome +to the smell. We became aware also that the pitch was soft under +our feet. We left the impression of our boots; and if we had stood +still awhile, we should soon have been ankle-deep. No doubt there +are spots where, if a man stayed long enough, he would be slowly and +horribly engulfed. ‘But,’ as Mr. Manross says truly, +‘in no place is it possible to form those bowl-like depressions +round the observer described by former travellers.’ What +we did see is, that the fresh pitch oozes out at the lines of least +resistance, namely, in the channels between the older and more hardened +masses, usually at the upper ends of them; so that one may stand on +pitch comparatively hard, and put one’s hand into pitch quite +liquid, which is flowing softly out, like some ugly fungoid growth, +such as may be seen in old wine-cellars, into the water. One such +pitch-fungus had grown several yards in length in the three weeks between +our first and second visit; and on another, some of our party performed +exactly the same feat as Mr. Manross—</p> +<p>‘In one of the star-shaped pools of water, some five feet deep, +a column of pitch had been forced perpendicularly up from the bottom. +On reaching the surface of the water it had formed a sort of centre +table, about four feet in diameter, but without touching the sides of +the pool. The stem was about a foot in diameter. I leaped +out on this table, and found that it not only sustained my weight, but +that the elasticity of the stem enabled me to rock it from side to side. +Pieces torn from the edges of this table sank readily, showing that +it had been raised by pressure, and not by its buoyancy.’</p> +<p>True, though strange: but stranger still did it seem to us, when +we did at last what the Negroes asked us, and dipped our hands into +the liquid pitch, to find that it did not soil the fingers. The +old proverb, that one cannot touch pitch without being defiled, happily +does not stand true here, or the place would be intolerably loathsome. +It can be scraped up, moulded into any shape you will; wound in a string +(as was done by one of the midshipmen) round a stick, and carried off: +but nothing is left on the hand save clean gray mud and water. +It may be kneaded for an hour before the mud be sufficiently driven +out of it to make it sticky. This very abundance of earthy matter +it is which, while it keeps the pitch from soiling, makes it far less +valuable than it would be were it pure.</p> +<p>It is easy to understand whence this earthy matter (twenty or thirty +per cent) comes. Throughout the neighbourhood the ground is full, +to the depth of hundreds of feet, of coaly and asphaltic matter. +Layers of sandstone or of shale containing this decayed vegetable, alternate +with layers which contain none. And if, as seems probable, the +coaly matter is continually changing into asphalt and oil, and then +working its way upward through every crack and pore, to escape from +the enormous pressure of the superincumbent soil, it must needs carry +up with it innumerable particles of the soils through which it passes.</p> +<p>In five minutes we had seen, handled, and smelt enough to satisfy +us with this very odd and very nasty vagary of tropic nature; and as +we did not wish to become faint and ill, between the sulphuretted hydrogen +and the blaze of the sun reflected off the hot black pitch, we hurried +on over the water-furrows, and through the sedge-beds to the farther +shore—to find ourselves in a single step out of an Inferno into +a Paradiso.</p> +<p>We looked back at the foul place, and agreed that it is well for +the human mind that the Pitch Lake was still unknown when Dante wrote +that hideous poem of his—the opprobrium (as I hold) of the Middle +Age. For if such were the dreams of its noblest and purest genius, +what must have been the dreams of the ignoble and impure multitude? +But had he seen this lake, how easy, how tempting too, it would have +been to him to embody in imagery the surmise of a certain ‘Father,’ +and heighten the torments of the lost beings, sinking slowly into that +black Bolge beneath the baking rays of the tropic sun, by the sight +of the saved, walking where we walked, beneath cool fragrant shade, +among the pillars of a temple to which the Parthenon is mean and small.</p> +<p>Sixty feet and more aloft, the short smooth columns of the Moriches +<a name="citation154"></a><a href="#footnote154">{154}</a> towered around +us, till, as we looked through the ‘pillared shade,’ the +eye was lost in the green abysses of the forest. Overhead, their +great fan leaves form a groined roof, compared with which that of St. +Mary Redcliff, or even of King’s College, is as clumsy as all +man’s works are beside the works of God; and beyond the Moriche +wood, ostrich plumes packed close round madder-brown stems, formed a +wall to our temple, which bore such tracery, carving, painting, as would +have stricken dumb with awe and delight him who ornamented the Loggie +of the Vatican. True, all is ‘still-life’ here: no +human forms, hardly even that of a bird, is mixed with the vegetable +arabesques. A higher state of civilisation, ages after we are +dead, may introduce them, and complete the scene by peopling it with +a race worthy of it. But the Creator, at least, has done His part +toward producing perfect beauty, all the more beautiful from its contrast +with the ugliness outside. For the want of human beings fit for +all that beauty, man is alone to blame; and when we saw approach us, +as the only priest of such a temple, a wild brown man, who feeds his +hogs on Moriche fruit and Mombin plums, and whose only object was to +sell us an ant-eater’s skin, we thought to ourselves—knowing +the sad history of the West Indies—what might this place have +become, during the three hundred and fifty years which have elapsed +since Columbus first sailed round it, had men—calling themselves +Christian, calling themselves civilised—possessed any tincture +of real Christianity, of real civilisation? What a race, of mingled +Spaniard and Indian, might have grown up throughout the West Indies. +What a life, what a society, what an art, what a science it might have +developed ere now, equalling, even surpassing, that of Ionia, Athens, +and Sicily, till the famed isles and coasts of Greece should have been +almost forgotten in the new fame of the isles and coasts of the Caribbean +Sea.</p> +<p>What might not have happened, had men but tried to copy their Father +in heaven? What has happened is but too well known, since, in +July 1498, Columbus, coming hither, fancied (and not so wrongly) that +he had come to the ‘base of the Earthly Paradise.’</p> +<p>What might not have been made, with something of justice and mercy, +common sense and humanity, of these gentle Arawaks and Guaraons. +What was made of them, almost ere Columbus was dead, may be judged from +this one story, taken from Las Casas:—<a name="citation155"></a><a href="#footnote155">{155}</a></p> +<p>‘There was a certain man named Juan Bono, who was employed +by the members of the Audiencia of St. Domingo to go and obtain Indians. +He and his men, to the number of fifty or sixty, landed on the Island +of Trinidad. Now the Indians of Trinidad were a mild, loving, +credulous race, the enemies of the Caribs, who ate human flesh. +On Juan Bono’s landing, the Indians, armed with bows and arrows, +went to meet the Spaniards, and to ask them who they were, and what +they wanted. Juan Bono replied, that his crew were good and peaceful +people, who had come to live with the Indians; upon which, as the commencement +of good fellowship, the natives offered to build houses for the Spaniards. +The Spanish captain expressed a wish to have one large house built. +The accommodating Indians set about building it. It was to be +in the form of a bell, and to be large enough for a hundred persons +to live in. On any great occasion it would hold many more. +Every day, while this house was being built, the Spaniards were fed +with fish, bread, and fruit by their good-natured hosts. Juan +Bono was very anxious to see the roof on, and the Indians continued +to work at the building with alacrity. At last it was completed, +being two storeys high, and so constructed that those within could not +see those without. Upon a certain day, Juan Bono collected the +Indians together—men, women, and children—in the building, +“to see,” as he told them, “what was to be done.”</p> +<p>‘Whether they thought they were coming to some festival, or +that they were to do something more for the great house, does not appear. +However, there they all were, four hundred of them, looking with much +delight at their own handiwork. Meanwhile, Juan Bono brought his +men round the building, with drawn swords in their hands; then, having +thoroughly entrapped his Indian friends, he entered with a party of +armed men and bade the Indians keep still, or he would kill them. +They did not listen to him, but rushed to the door. A horrible +massacre ensued. Some of the Indians forced their way out; but +many of them, stupefied at what they saw, and losing heart, were captured +and bound. A hundred, however, escaped, and snatching up their +arms, assembled in one of their own houses, and prepared to defend themselves. +Juan Bono summoned them to surrender: they would not hear of it; and +then, as Las Casas says, “he resolved to pay them completely for +the hospitality and kind treatment he had received,” and so, setting +fire to the house, the whole hundred men, together with some women and +children, were burnt alive. The Spanish captain and his men retired +to the ships with their captives; and his vessel happening to touch +at Porto Rico, when the Jeronimite Fathers were there, gave occasion +to Las Casas to complain of this proceeding to the Fathers, who, however, +did nothing in the way of remedy or punishment. The reader will +be surprised to hear the Clerigo’s authority for this deplorable +narrative. It is Juan Bono himself. “From his own +mouth I heard that which I write.” Juan Bono acknowledged +that never in his life had he met with the kindness of father or mother +but in the island of Trinidad. “Well, then, man of perdition, +why did you reward them with such ungrateful wickedness and cruelty?”—“On +my faith, padre, because they (he meant the Auditors) gave me for destruction +(he meant instruction) to take them in peace, if I could not by war.”’</p> +<p>Such was the fate of the poor gentle folk who for unknown ages had +swung their hammocks to the stems of these Moriches, spinning the skin +of the young leaves into twine, and making sago from the pith, and thin +wine from the sap and fruit, while they warned their children not to +touch the nests of the humming-birds, which even till lately swarmed +around the lake. For—so the Indian story ran—once +on a time a tribe of Chaymas built their palm-leaf ajoupas upon the +very spot where the lake now lies, and lived a merry life. The +sea swarmed with shellfish and turtle, and the land with pine-apples; +the springs were haunted by countless flocks of flamingoes and horned +screamers, pajuis and blue ramiers; and, above all, by humming-birds. +But the foolish Chaymas were blind to the mystery and the beauty of +the humming-birds, and would not understand how they were no other than +the souls of dead Indians, translated into living jewels; and so they +killed them in wantonness, and angered ‘The Good Spirit.’ +But one morning, when the Guaraons came by, the Chayma village had sunk +deep into the earth, and in its place had risen this lake of pitch. +So runs the tale, told some forty years since to M. Joseph, author of +a clever little history of Trinidad, by an old half-caste Indian, Señor +Trinidada by name, who was said then to be nigh one hundred years of +age.</p> +<p>Surely the people among whom such a myth could spring up, were worthy +of a nobler fate. Surely there were in them elements of ‘sweetness +and light,’ which might have been cultivated to some fine fruit, +had there been anything like sweetness and light in their first conquerors—the +offscourings, not of Spain and Portugal only, but of Germany, Italy, +and, indeed, almost every country in Europe. The present Spanish +landowners of Trinidad, be it remembered always, do not derive from +those old ruffians, but from noble and ancient families, who settled +in the island during the seventeenth century, bringing with them a Spanish +grace, Spanish simplicity, and Spanish hospitality, which their descendants +have certainly not lost. Were it my habit to ‘put people +into books,’ I would gladly tell in these pages of charming days +spent in the company of Spanish ladies and gentlemen. But I shall +only hint here at the special affection and respect with which they—and, +indeed, the French Creoles likewise—are regarded by Negro and +by Indian.</p> +<p>For there are a few Indians remaining in the northern mountains, +and specially at Arima—simple hamlet-folk, whom you can distinguish, +at a glance, from mulattoes or quadroons, by the tawny complexion, and +by a shape of eye, and length between the eye and the mouth, difficult +to draw, impossible to describe, but discerned instantly by any one +accustomed to observe human features. Many of them, doubtless, +have some touch of Negro blood, and are the offspring of ‘Cimarons’—‘Maroons,’ +as they are still called in Jamaica. These Cimarons were Negroes +who, even in the latter half of the sixteenth century (as may be read +in the tragical tale of John Oxenham, given in Hakluyt’s <i>Voyages</i>), +had begun to flee from their cruel masters into the forests, both in +the Islands and in the Main. There they took to themselves Indian +wives, who preferred them, it is said, to men of their own race, and +lived a jolly hunter’s life, slaying with tortures every Spaniard +who fell into their hands. Such, doubtless, haunted the northern +Cerros of Tocuche, Aripo, and Oropuche, and left some trace of themselves +among the Guaraons. Spanish blood, too, runs notoriously in the +veins of some of the Indians of the island; and the pure race here is +all but vanished. But out of these three elements has arisen a +race of cacao-growing mountaineers as simple and gentle, as loyal and +peaceable, as any in Her Majesty’s dominions. Dignified, +courteous, hospitable, according to their little means, they salute +the white Senor without defiance and without servility, and are delighted +if he will sit in their clay and palm ajoupas, and eat oranges and Malacca +apples <a name="citation157"></a><a href="#footnote157">{157}</a> from +their own trees, on their own freehold land.</p> +<p>They preserve, too, the old Guaraon arts of weaving baskets and other +utensils, pretty enough, from the strips of the Aruma leaves. +From them the Negro, who will not, or cannot, equal them in handicraft, +buys the pack in which wares are carried on the back, and the curious +strainer in which the Cassava is deprived of its poisonous juice. +So cleverly are the fibres twisted, that when the strainer is hung up, +with a stone weight at the lower end, the diameter of the strainer decreases +as its length increases, and the juice is squeezed out through the pores +to drip into a calabash, and, nowadays, to be thrown carefully away, +lest children or goats should drink it. Of old, it was kept with +care and dried down to a gum, and used to poison arrows, as it is still +used, I believe, on the Orinoco; now, its poisonous properties are expelled +by boiling it down into Cassaripe, which has a singular power of preserving +meat, and is the foundation of the ‘pepperpot’ of the colonists.</p> +<p>And this is all that remains of the once beautiful, deft, and happy +Indians of Trinidad, unless, indeed, some of them, warned by the fate +of the Indians of San Josef and the Northern Mountains, fled from such +tyrants as Juan Bono and Berreo across the Gulf of Paria, and, rejoining +their kinsmen on the mainland, gladly forgot the sight of that Cross +which was to them the emblem, not of salvation, but of destruction.</p> +<p>For once a year till of late—I know not whether the thing may +be seen still—a strange phantom used to appear at San Fernando, +twenty miles to the north. Canoes of Indians came mysteriously +across the Gulf of Paria from the vast swamps of the Orinoco; and the +naked folk landed, and went up through the town, after the Naparima +ladies (so runs the tale) had sent down to the shore garments for the +women, which were worn only through the streets, and laid by again as +soon as they entered the forest. Silent, modest, dejected, the +gentle savages used to vanish into the woods by paths known to their +kinsfolk centuries ago—paths which run, wherever possible, along +the vantage-ground of the topmost chines and ridges of the hills. +The smoke of their fires rose out of lonely glens, as they collected +the fruit of trees known only to themselves. In a few weeks their +wild harvest was over; they came back through San Fernando; made, almost +in silence, their little purchases in the town, and paddled away across +the gulf towards the unknown wildernesses from whence they came.</p> +<p>And now—as if sent to drive away sad thoughts and vain regrets—before +our feet lay a jest of Nature’s, almost as absurd as a ‘four-eyed +fish,’ or ‘calling-crab.’ A rough stick, of +the size of your little finger, lay on the pitch. We watched it +a moment, and saw that it was crawling—that it was a huge Caddis, +like those in English ponds and streams, though of a very different +family. They are the larvæ of Phryganeas—this of a +true moth. <a name="citation158"></a><a href="#footnote158">{158}</a> +The male of this moth will come out, as a moth should, and fly about +on four handsome wings. The female will never develop her wings, +but remain to her life’s end a crawling grub, like the female +of our own Vapourer moth, and that of our English Glow-worm. But +more, she will never (at least, in some species of this family) leave +her silk and bark case, but live and die, an anchoritess in narrow cell, +leaving behind her more than one puzzle for physiologists. The +case is fitted close to the body of the caterpillar, save at the mouth, +where it hangs loose in two ragged silken curtains. We all looked +at the creature, and it looked at us, with its last two or three joints +and its head thrust out of its house. Suddenly, disgusted at our +importunity, it laid hold of its curtains with two hands, right and +left, like a human being, folded them modestly over its head, held them +tight together, and so retired to bed, amid the inextinguishable laughter +of the whole party.</p> +<p>The noble Moriche palm delights in wet, at least in Trinidad and +on the lower Orinoco: but Schomburgk describes forests of them—if, +indeed, it be the same species—as growing in the mountains of +Guiana up to an altitude of four thousand feet. The soil in which +they grow here is half pitch pavement, half loose brown earth, and over +both, shallow pools of water, which will become much deeper in the wet +season; and all about float or lie their pretty fruit, the size of an +apple, and scaled like a fir-cone. They are last year’s, +empty and decayed. The ripe fruit contains first a rich pulpy +nut, and at last a hard cone, something like that of the vegetable ivory +palm, <a name="citation159"></a><a href="#footnote159">{159}</a> which +grows in the mainland, but not here. Delicious they are, and precious, +to monkeys and parrots, as well as to the Orinoco Indians, among whom +the Tamanacs, according to Humboldt, say, that when a man and woman +survived that great deluge, which the Mexicans call the age of water, +they cast behind them, over their heads, the fruits of the Moriche palm, +as Deucalion and Pyrrha cast stones, and saw the seeds in them produce +men and women, who repeopled the earth. No wonder, indeed, that +certain tribes look on this tree as sacred, or that the missionaries +should have named it the tree of life.</p> +<p>‘In the season of inundations these clumps of Mauritia, with +their leaves in the form of a fan, have the appearance of a forest rising +from the bosom of the waters. The navigator in proceeding along +the channels of the delta of the Oroonoco at night, sees with surprise +the summit of the palm-trees illumined by large fires. These are +the habitations of the Guaraons (Tivitivas and Waraweties of Raleigh), +which are suspended from the trunks of the trees. These tribes +hang up mats in the air, which they fill with earth, and kindle on a +layer of moist clay the fire necessary for their household wants. +They have owed their liberty and their political independence for ages +to the quaking and swampy soil, which they pass over in the time of +drought, and on which they alone know how to walk in security to their +solitude in the delta of the Oroonoco, to their abode on the trees, +where religious enthusiasm will probably never lead any American Stylites. +. . . The Mauritia palm-tree, the <i>tree of life</i> of the missionaries, +not only affords the Guaraons a safe dwelling during the risings of +the Oroonoco, but its shelly fruit, its farinaceous pith, its juice, +abounding in saccharine matter, and the fibres of its petioles, furnish +them with food, wine, and thread proper for making cords and weaving +hammocks. These customs of the Indians of the delta of the Oroonoco +were found formerly in the Gulf of Darien (Uraba), and in the greater +part of the inundated lands between the Guerapiche and the mouths of +the Amazon. It is curious to observe in the lowest degree of human +civilisation the existence of a whole tribe depending on one single +species of palm-tree, similar to those insects which feed on one and +the same flower, or on one and the same part of a plant.’ <a name="citation160"></a><a href="#footnote160">{160}</a></p> +<p>In a hundred yards more we were on dry ground, and the vegetation +changed at once. The Mauritias stopped short at the edge of the +swamp; and around us towered the smooth stems of giant Mombins, which +the English West Indians call hog-plums, according to the unfortunate +habit of the early settlers of discarding the sonorous and graceful +Indian and Spanish names of plants, and replacing them by names English, +or corruptions of the original, always ugly, and often silly and vulgar. +So the English call yon noble tree a hog-plum; the botanist (who must, +of course, use his world-wide Latin designation), <i>Spondias lutea</i>; +I shall, with the reader’s leave, call it a Mombin, by which name +it is, happily, known here, as it was in the French West Indies in the +days of good Père Labat. Under the Mombins the undergrowth +is, for the most part, huge fans of Cocorite palm, thirty or forty feet +high, their short rugged trunks, as usual, loaded with creepers, orchids, +birds’-nests, and huge round black lumps, which are the nests +of ants; all lodged among the butts of old leaves and the spathes of +old flowers. Here, as at Chaguanas, grand Cerimans and Seguines +scrambled twenty feet up the Cocorite trunks, delighting us by the luscious +life in the fat stem and fat leaves, and the brilliant, yet tender green, +which literally shone in the darkness of the Cocorite bower; and all, +it may be, the growth of the last six months; for, as was plain from +the charred stems of many Cocorites and Moriches, the fire had swept +through the wood last summer, destroying all that would burn. +And at the foot of the Cocorites, weltering up among and over their +roots, was pitch again; and here and there along the side of the path +were pitch springs, round bosses a yard or two across and a foot or +two high, each with a crater atop a few inches across, filled either +with water or with liquid and oozing pitch; and yet not interfering, +as far as could be seen, with the health of the vegetation which springs +out of it.</p> +<p>We followed the trace which led downhill, to the shore of the peninsula +farthest from the village. As we proceeded we entered forest still +unburnt, and a tangle of beauty such as we saw at Chaguanas. There +rose, once more, the tall cane-like Manacque palms, which we christened +the forest nymphs. The path was lined, as there, with the great +leaves of the Melastomas, throwing russet and golden light down from +their undersides. Here, as there, Mimosa leaflets, as fine as +fern or sea-weed, shiver in the breeze. A species of Balisier, +which we did not see there, carried crimson and black parrot beaks with +blue seed-vessels; a Canne de Rivière, <a name="citation161a"></a><a href="#footnote161a">{161a}</a> +with a stem eight feet high, wreathed round with pale green leaves in +spiral twists, unfolded hooded flowers of thinnest transparent white +wax, with each a blush of pink inside. Bunches of bright yellow +Cassia blossoms dangled close to our heads; white Ipomœas scrambled +over them again; and broad-leaved sedges, five feet high, carrying on +bright brown flower-heads, like those of our Wood-rush, blue, black, +and white shot for seeds. <a name="citation161b"></a><a href="#footnote161b">{161b}</a> +Overhead, sprawled and dangled the common Vine-bamboo, <a name="citation161c"></a><a href="#footnote161c">{161c}</a> +ugly and unsatisfactory in form, because it has not yet, seemingly, +made up its mind whether it will become an arborescent or a climbing +grass; and, meanwhile, tries to stand upright on stems quite unable +to support it, and tumbles helplessly into the neighbouring copsewood, +taking every one’s arm without asking leave. A few ages +hence, its ablest descendants will probably have made their choice, +if they have constitution enough to survive in the battle of life—which, +from the commonness of the plant, they seem likely to have. And +what their choice will be, there is little doubt. There are trees +here of a truly noble nature, whose ancestors have conquered ages since; +it may be by selfish and questionable means. But their descendants, +secure in their own power, can afford to be generous, and allow a whole +world of lesser plants to nestle in their branches, another world to +fatten round their feet. There are humble and modest plants, too, +here—and those some of the loveliest—which have long since +cast away all ambition, and are content to crouch or perch anywhere, +if only they may be allowed a chance ray of light, and a chance drop +of water wherewith to perfect their flowers and seed. But, throughout +the great republic of the forest, the motto of the majority is—as +it is, and always has been, with human beings—‘Every one +for himself, and the devil take the hindmost.’ Selfish competition, +overreaching tyranny, the temper which fawns and clings as long as it +is down, and when it has risen, kicks over the stool by which it climbed—these +and the other ‘works of the flesh’ are the works of the +average plant, as far as it can practise them. So by the time +the Bamboo-vine makes up its mind, it will have discovered, by the experience +of many generations, the value of the proverb, ‘Never do for yourself +what you can get another to do for you,’ and will have developed +into a true high climber, selfish and insolent, choking and strangling, +like yonder beautiful green pest, of which beware; namely, a tangle +of Razor-grass. <a name="citation162a"></a><a href="#footnote162a">{162a}</a> +The brother, in old times, of that broad-leaved sedge which carries +the shot-seeds, it has long since found it more profitable to lean on +others than to stand on its own legs, and has developed itself accordingly. +It has climbed up the shrubs some fifteen feet, and is now tumbling +down again in masses of the purest deep green, which are always softly +rounded, because each slender leaf is sabre-shaped, and always curves +inward and downward into the mass, presenting to the paper thousands +of minute saw-edges, hard enough and sharp enough to cut clothes, skin, +and flesh to ribands, if it is brushed in the direction of the leaves. +For shape and colour, few plants would look more lovely in a hothouse; +but it would soon need to be confined in a den by itself, like a jaguar +or an alligator.</p> +<p>Here, too, we saw a beautiful object, which was seen again more than +once about the high woods; a large flower, <a name="citation162b"></a><a href="#footnote162b">{162b}</a> +spreading its five flat orange-scarlet lobes round yellow bells. +It grows in little bunches, in the axils of pairs of fleshy leaves, +on a climbing vine. When plucked, a milky sap exudes from it. +It is a cousin of our periwinkles, and cousin, too, of the Thevetia, +which we saw at St. Thomas’s, and of the yellow Allamandas which +ornament hothouses at home, as this, and others of its family, especially +the yellow Odontadenia, surely ought to do. There are many species +of the family about, and all beautiful.</p> +<p>We passed too, in the path, an object curious enough, if not beautiful. +Up a smooth stem ran a little rib, seemingly of earth and dead wood, +almost straight, and about half an inch across, leading to a great brown +lump among the branches, as big as a bushel basket. We broke it +open, and found it a covered gallery, swarming with life. Brown +ant-like creatures, white maggot-like creatures, of several shapes and +sizes, were hurrying up and down, as busy as human beings in Cheapside. +They were Termites, ‘white ants’—of which of the many +species I know not—and the lump above was their nest. But +why they should find it wisest to perch their nest aloft is as difficult +to guess, as to guess why they take the trouble to build this gallery +up to it, instead of walking up the stem in the open air. It may +be that they are afraid of birds. It may be, too, that they actually +dislike the light. At all events, the majority of them—the +workers and soldiers, I believe, without exception—are blind, +and do all their work by an intensely developed sense of touch, and +it may be of smell and hearing also. Be that as it may, we should +have seen them, had we had time to wait, repair the breach in their +gallery, with as much discipline and division of labour as average human +workers in a manufactory, before the business of food-getting was resumed.</p> +<p>We hurried on along the trace, which now sloped rapidly downhill. +Suddenly, a loathsome smell defiled the air. Was there a gas-house +in the wilderness? Or had the pales of Paradise been just smeared +with bad coal-tar? Not exactly: but across the path crept, festering +in the sun, a black runnel of petroleum and water; and twenty yards +to our left stood, under a fast-crumbling trunk, what was a year or +two ago a little engine-house. Now roof, beams, machinery, were +all tumbled and tangled in hideous and somewhat dangerous ruin, over +a shaft, in the midst of which a rusty pump-cylinder gurgled, and clicked, +and bubbled, and spued, with black oil and nasty gas; a foul ulcer in +Dame Nature’s side, which happily was healing fast beneath the +tropic rain and sun. The creepers were climbing over it, the earth +crumbling into it, and in a few years more the whole would be engulfed +in forest, and the oil-spring, it is to be hoped, choked up with mud.</p> +<p>This is the remnant of one of the many rash speculations connected +with the Pitch Lake. At a depth of some two hundred and fifty +feet ‘oil was struck,’ as the American saying is. +But (so we were told) it would not rise in the boring, and had to be +pumped up. It could not, therefore, compete in price with the +Pennsylvanian oil, which, when tapped, springs out of the ground of +itself, to a height sometimes of many feet, under the pressure of the +superincumbent rocks, yielding enormous profits, and turning needy adventurers +into millionaires, though full half of the oil is sometimes wasted for +the want of means to secure it.</p> +<p>We passed the doleful spot with a double regret—for the nook +of Paradise which had been defiled, and for the good money which had +been wasted: but with a hearty hope, too, that, whatever natural beauty +may be spoilt thereby, the wealth of these asphalt deposits may at last +be utilised. Whether it be good that a few dozen men should ‘make +their fortunes’ thereby, depends on what use the said men make +of the said ‘fortunes’; and certainly it will not be good +for them if they believe, as too many do, that their dollars, and not +their characters, constitute their fortunes. But it is good, and +must be, that these treasures of heat and light should not remain for +ever locked up and idle in the wilderness; and we wished all success +to the enterprising American who had just completed a bargain with the +Government for a large supply of asphalt, which he hoped by his chemical +knowledge to turn to some profitable use.</p> +<p>Another turn brought us into a fresh nook of Paradise; and this time +to one still undefiled. We hurried down a narrow grass path, the +Cannes de Rivière and the Balisiers brushing our heads as we +passed; while round us danced brilliant butterflies, bright orange, +sulphur-yellow, black and crimson, black and lilac, and half a dozen +hues more, till we stopped, surprised and delighted. For beneath +us lay the sea, seen through a narrow gap of richest verdure.</p> +<p>On the left, low palms feathered over the path, and over the cliff. +On the right—when shall we see it again?—rose a young ‘Bois +flot,’ <a name="citation164"></a><a href="#footnote164">{164}</a> +of which boys make their fishing floats, with long, straight, upright +shoots, and huge crumpled, rounded leaves, pale rusty underneath—a +noble rastrajo plant, already, in its six months’ growth, some +twenty feet high. Its broad pale sulphur flowers were yet unopened; +but, instead, an ivy-leaved Ipomœa had climbed up it, and shrouded +it from head to foot with hundreds of white convolvulus-flowers; while +underneath it grew a tuft of that delicate silver-backed fern, which +is admired so much in hothouses at home. Between it and the palms +we saw the still, shining sea; muddy inshore, and a few hundred yards +out changing suddenly to bright green; and the point of the cove, which +seemed built up of bright red brick, fast crumbling into the sea, with +all its palms and cactuses, lianes and trees. Red stacks and skerries +stood isolated and ready to fall at the end of the point, showing that +the land has, even lately, extended far out to sea; and that Point Rouge, +like Point Courbaril and Point Galba—so named, one from some great +Locust-tree, the other from some great Galba—must have once stood +there as landmarks. Indeed all the points of the peninsula are +but remnants of a far larger sheet of land, which has been slowly eaten +up by the surges of the gulf; which has perhaps actually sunk bodily +beneath them, even as the remnant, I suspect, is sinking now. +We scrambled twenty feet down to the beach, and lay down, tired, under +a low cliff, feathered with richest vegetation. The pebbles on +which we sat were some of pitch, some of hard sandstone, but most of +them of brick; pale, dark, yellow, lavender, spotted, clouded, and half +a dozen more delicate hues; some coarse, some fine as Samian ware; the +rocks themselves were composed of an almost glassy substance, strangely +jumbled, even intercalated now and then with soft sand. This, +we were told, is a bit of the porcellanite formation of Trinidad, curious +to geologists, which reappears at several points in Erin, Trois, and +Cedros, in the extreme south-western horn of the island.</p> +<p>How was it formed, and when? That it was formed by the action +of fire, any child would agree who had ever seen a brick-kiln. +It is simply clay and sand baked, and often almost vitrified into porcelain-jasper. +The stratification is gone; the porcellanite has run together into irregular +masses, or fallen into them by the burning away of strata beneath; and +the cracks in it are often lined with bubbled slag.</p> +<p>But whence carne the fire? We must be wary about calling in +the <i>Deus e machina</i> of a volcano. There is no volcanic rock +in the neighbourhood, nor anywhere in the island; and the porcellanite, +says Mr. Wall, ‘is identically the same with the substances produced +immediately above or below seams of coal, which have taken fire, and +burnt for a length of time.’ There is lignite and other +coaly matter enough in the rocks to have burnt like coal, if it had +once been ignited; and the cause of ignition may be, as Mr. Wall suggests, +the decomposition of pyrites, of which also there is enough around. +That the heat did not come from below, as volcanic heat would have done, +is proved by the fact that the lignite beds underneath the porcellanite +are unburnt. We found asphalt under the porcellanite. We +found even one bit of red porcellanite with unburnt asphalt included +in it.</p> +<p>May not this strange formation of natural brick and china-ware be +of immense age—humanly, not geologically, speaking? May +it not be far older than the Pitch Lake above—older, possibly, +than the formation of any asphalt at all? And may not the asphalt +mingled with it have been squeezed into it and round it, as it is being +squeezed into and through the unburnt strata at so many points in Guapo, +La Brea, Oropuche, and San Fernando? At least, so it seemed to +us, as we sat on the shore, waiting for the boat to take us round to +La Brea, and drank in dreamily with our eyes the beauty of that strange +lonely place. The only living things, save ourselves, which were +visible were a few pelicans sleeping on a skerry, and a shoal of dolphins +rolling silently in threes—husband, wife, and little child—as +they fished their way along the tide mark between the yellow water and +the green. The sky blazed overhead, the sea below; the red rocks +and green forests blazed around; and we sat enjoying the genial silence, +not of darkness, but of light, not of death, but of life, as the noble +heat permeated every nerve, and made us feel young, and strong, and +blithe once more.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IX: SAN JOSEF</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>The road to the ancient capital of the island is pleasant enough, +and characteristic of the West Indies. Not, indeed, as to its +breadth, make, and material, for they, contrary to the wont of West +India roads, are as good as they would be in England, but on account +of the quaint travellers along it, and the quaint sights which are to +be seen over every hedge. You pass all the races of the island +going to and from town or field-work, or washing clothes in some clear +brook, beside which a solemn Chinaman sits catching for his dinner strange +fishes, known to my learned friend, Dr. Günther, and perhaps to +one or two other men in Europe; but certainly not to me. Always +somebody or something new and strange is to be seen, for eight most +pleasant miles.</p> +<p>The road runs at first along a low cliff foot, with an ugly Mangrove +swamp, looking just like an alder-bed at home, between you and the sea; +a swamp which it would be worth while to drain by a steam-pump, and +then plant with coconuts or bamboos; for its miasma makes the southern +corner of Port of Spain utterly pestilential. You cross a railroad, +the only one in the island, which goes to a limestone quarry, and so +out along a wide straight road, with negro cottages right and left, +embowered in fruit and flowers. They grow fewer and finer as you +ride on; and soon you are in open country, principally of large paddocks. +These paddocks, like all West Indian ones, are apt to be ragged with +weeds and scrub. But the coarse broad-leaved grasses seem to keep +the mules in good condition enough, at least in the rainy season. +Most of these paddocks have, I believe, been under cane cultivation +at some time or other; and have been thrown into grass during the period +of depression dating from 1845. It has not been worth while, as +yet, to break them up again, though the profits of sugar-farming are +now, or at least ought to be, very large. But the soil along this +line is originally poor and sandy; and it is far more profitable to +break up the rich vegas, or low alluvial lands, even at the trouble +of clearing them of forest. So these paddocks are left, often +with noble trees standing about in them, putting one in mind—if +it were not for the Palmistes and Bamboos and the crowd of black vultures +over an occasional dead animal—of English parks.</p> +<p>But few English parks have such backgrounds. To the right, +the vast southern flat, with its smoking engine-house chimneys and bright +green cane-pieces, and, beyond all, the black wall of the primeval forest; +and to the left, some half mile off, the steep slopes of the green northern +mountains blazing in the sun, and sending down, every two or three miles, +out of some charming glen, a clear pebbly brook, each winding through +its narrow strip of vega. The vega is usually a highly cultivated +cane-piece, where great lizards sit in the mouths of their burrows, +and watch the passer by with intense interest. Coolies and Negroes +are at work in it: but only a few; for the strength of the hands is +away at the engine-house, making sugar day and night. There is +a piece of cane in act of being cut. The men are hewing down the +giant grass with cutlasses; the women stripping off the leaves, and +then piling the cane in carts drawn by mules, the leaders of which draw +by rope traces two or three times as long as themselves. You wonder +why such a seeming waste of power is allowed, till you see one of the +carts stick fast in a mud-hole, and discover that even in the West Indies +there is a good reason for everything, and that the Creoles know their +own business best. For the wheelers, being in the slough with +the cart, are powerless; but the leaders, who have scrambled through, +are safe on dry land at the end of their long traces, and haul out their +brethren, cart and all, amid the yells, and I am sorry to say blows, +of the black gentlemen in attendance. But cane cutting is altogether +a busy, happy scene. The heat is awful, and all limbs rain perspiration: +yet no one seems to mind the heat; all look fat and jolly; and they +have cause to do so, for all, at every spare moment, are sucking sugar-cane.</p> +<p>You pull up, and take off your hat to the party. The Negroes +shout, ‘Marnin’, sa!’ The Coolies salaam gracefully, +hand to forehead. You return the salaam, hand to heart, which +is considered the correct thing on the part of a superior in rank; whereat +the Coolies look exceedingly pleased; and then the whole party, without +visible reason, burst into shouts of laughter.</p> +<p>The manager rides up, probably under an umbrella, as you are, and +a pleasant and instructive chat follows, wound up, usually, if the house +be not far off, by an invitation to come in and have a light drink; +an invitation which, considering the state of the thermometer, you will +be tempted to accept, especially as you know that the claret and water +will be excellent. And so you dawdle on, looking at this and that +new and odd sight, but most of all feasting your eyes on the beauty +of the northern mountains, till you reach the gentle rise on which stands, +eight miles from Port of Spain, the little city of San Josef. +We should call it, here in England, a village: still, it is not every +village in England which has fought the Dutch, and earned its right +to be called a city by beating some of the bravest sailors of the seventeenth +century. True, there is not a single shop in it with plate-glass +windows: but what matters that, if its citizens have all that civilised +people need, and more, and will heap what they have on the stranger +so hospitably that they almost pain him by the trouble which they take? +True, no carriages and pairs, with powdered footmen, roll about the +streets; and the most splendid vehicles you are likely to meet are American +buggies—four-wheeled gigs with heads, and aprons through which +the reins can be passed in wet weather. But what matters that, +as long as the buggies keep out sun and rain effectually, and as long +as those who sit in them be real gentlemen, and those who wait for them +at home, whether in the city, or the estates around, be real ladies? +As for the rest—peace, plenty, perpetual summer, time to think +and read—(for there are no daily papers in San Josef)—and +what can man want more on earth? So I thought more than once, +as I looked at San Josef nestling at the mouth of its noble glen, and +said to myself,—If the telegraph cable were but laid down the +islands, as it will be in another year or two, and one could hear a +little more swiftly and loudly the beating of the Great Mother’s +heart at home, then would San Josef be about the most delectable spot +which I have ever seen for a cultivated and civilised man to live, and +work, and think, and die in.</p> +<p>San Josef has had, nevertheless, its troubles and excitements more +than once since it defeated the Dutch. Even as late as 1837, it +was, for a few hours, in utter terror and danger from a mutiny of free +black recruits. No one in the island, civil or military, seems +to have been to blame for the mishap. It was altogether owing +to the unwisdom of military authorities at home, who seem to have fancied +that they could transform, by a magical spurt of the pen, heathen savages +into British soldiers.</p> +<p>The whole tragedy—for tragedy it was—is so curious, and +so illustrative of the negro character, and of the effects of the slave +trade, that I shall give it at length, as it stands in that clever little +<i>History of Trinidad</i>, by M. Thomas, which I have quoted more than +once:—</p> +<p>‘Donald Stewart, or rather Dâaga, <a name="citation170"></a><a href="#footnote170">{170}</a> +was the adopted son of Madershee, the old and childless king of the +tribe called Paupaus, a race that inhabit a tract of country bordering +on that of the Yarrabas. These races are constantly at war with +each other.</p> +<p>‘Dâaga was just the man whom a savage, warlike, and depredatory +tribe would select for their chieftain, as the African Negroes choose +their leaders with reference to their personal prowess. Dâaga +stood six feet six inches without shoes. Although scarcely muscular +in proportion, yet his frame indicated in a singular degree the union +of irresistible strength and activity. His head was large; his +features had all the peculiar traits which distinguish the Negro in +a remarkable degree; his jaw was long, eyes large and protruded, high +cheek-bones, and flat nose; his teeth were large and regular. +He had a singular cast in his eyes, not quite amounting to that obliquity +of the visual organs denominated a squint, but sufficient to give his +features a peculiarly forbidding appearance;—his forehead, however, +although small in proportion to his enormous head, was remarkably compact +and well formed. The whole head was disproportioned, having the +greater part of the brain behind the ears; but the greatest peculiarity +of this singular being was his voice. In the course of my life +I never heard such sounds uttered by human organs as those formed by +Dâaga. In ordinary conversation he appeared to me to endeavour +to soften his voice—it was a deep tenor; but when a little excited +by any passion (and this savage was the child of passion) his voice +sounded like the low growl of a lion, but when much excited it could +be compared to nothing so aptly as the notes of a gigantic brazen trumpet.</p> +<p>‘I repeatedly questioned this man respecting the religion of +his tribe. The result of his answers led me to infer that the +Paupaus believed in the existence of a future state; that they have +a confused notion of several powers, good and evil, but these are ruled +by one supreme being called Holloloo. This account of the religion +of Dâaga was confirmed by the military chaplain who attended him +in his last moments. He also informed me that he believed in predestination;—at +least he said that Holloloo, he knew, had ordained that he should come +to white man’s country and be shot.</p> +<p>‘Dâaga, having made a successful predatory expedition +into the country of the Yarrabas, returned with a number of prisoners +of that nation. These he, as usual, took, bound and guarded, towards +the coast to sell to the Portuguese. The interpreter, his countryman, +called these Portuguese white gentlemen. The white gentlemen proved +themselves more than a match for the black gentlemen; and the whole +transaction between the Portuguese and Paupaus does credit to all concerned +in this gentlemanly traffic in human flesh.</p> +<p>‘Dâaga sold his prisoners; and under pretence of paying +him, he and his Paupau guards were enticed on board a Portuguese vessel;—they +were treacherously overpowered by the Christians, who bound them beside +their late prisoners, and the vessel sailed over “the great salt +water.”</p> +<p>‘This transaction caused in the breast of the savage a deep +hatred against all white men—a hatred so intense that he frequently, +during and subsequent to the mutiny, declared he would eat the first +white man he killed; yet this cannibal was made to swear allegiance +to our Sovereign on the Holy Evangelists, and was then called a British +soldier.</p> +<p>‘On the voyage the vessel on board which Dâaga had been +entrapped was captured by the British. He could not comprehend +that his new captors liberated him: he had been over reached and trepanned +by one set of white men, and he naturally looked on his second captors +as more successful rivals in the human, or rather inhuman, Guinea trade; +therefore this event lessened not his hatred for white men in the abstract.</p> +<p>‘I was informed by several of the Africans who came with him +that when, during the voyage, they upbraided Dâaga with being +the cause of their capture, he pacified them by promising that when +they should arrive in white man’s country, he would repay their +perfidy by attacking them in the night. He further promised that +if the Paupaus and the Yarrabas would follow him, he would fight his +way back to Guinea. This account was fully corroborated by many +of the mutineers, especially those who were shot with Dâaga: they +all said the revolt never would have happened but for Donald Stewart, +as he was called by the officers; but Africans who were not of his tribe +called him Longa-longa, on account of his height.</p> +<p>‘Such was this extraordinary man, who led the mutiny I am about +to relate.</p> +<p>‘A quantity of captured Africans having been brought hither +from the islands of Grenada and Dominica, they were most imprudently +induced to enlist as recruits in the 1st West India Regiment. +True it is, we have been told they did this voluntarily: but, it may +be asked, if they had any will in the matter, how could they understand +the duties to be imposed on them by becoming soldiers, or how comprehend +the nature of an oath of allegiance? without which they could not, legally +speaking, be considered as soldiers. I attended the whole of the +trials of these men, and well know how difficult it was to make them +comprehend any idea which was at all new to them by means of the best +interpreters procurable.</p> +<p>‘It has been said that by making those captured Negroes soldiers, +a service was rendered them: this I doubt. Formerly it was most +true that a soldier in a black regiment was better off than a slave; +but certainly a free African in the West Indies now is infinitely in +a better situation than a soldier, not only in a pecuniary point of +view, but in almost every other respect.</p> +<p>‘To the African savage, while being drilled into the duties +of a soldier, many things seem absolute tyranny which would appear to +a civilised man a mere necessary restraint. To keep the restless +body of an African Negro in a position to which he has not been accustomed—to +cramp his splay-feet, with his great toes standing out, into European +shoes made for feet of a different form—to place a collar round +his neck, which is called a stock, and which to him is cruel torture—above +all, to confine him every night to his barracks—are almost insupportable. +One unacquainted with the habits of the Negro cannot conceive with what +abhorrence he looks on having his disposition to nocturnal rambles checked +by barrack regulations. <a name="citation172"></a><a href="#footnote172">{172}</a></p> +<p>‘Formerly the “King’s man,” as the black +soldier loved to call himself, looked (not without reason) contemptuously +on the planter’s slave, although he himself was after all but +a slave to the State: but these recruits were enlisted shortly after +a number of their recently imported countrymen were wandering freely +over the country, working either as free labourers, or settling, to +use an apt American phrase, as squatters; and to assert that the recruit, +while under military probation, is better off than the free Trinidad +labourer, who goes where he lists and earns as much in one day as will +keep him for three days, is an absurdity. Accordingly we find +that Lieutenant-Colonel Bush, who commanded the 1st West India Regiment, +thought that the mutiny was mainly owing to the ill advice of their +civil, or, we should rather say, unmilitary countrymen. This, +to a certain degree, was the fact: but, by the declaration of Dâaga +and many of his countrymen, it is evident the seeds of mutiny were sown +on the passage from Africa.</p> +<p>‘It has been asserted that the recruits were driven to mutiny +by hard treatment of their commanding officers. There seems not +the slightest truth in this assertion; they were treated with fully +as much kindness as their situation would admit of, and their chief +was peculiarly a favourite of Colonel Bush and the officers, notwithstanding +Dâaga’s violent and ferocious temper often caused complaints +to be brought against him.</p> +<p>‘A correspondent of the <i>Naval and Military Gazette</i> was +under an apprehension that the mutineers would be joined by the prædial +apprentices of the circumjacent estates: not the slightest foundation +existed for this apprehension. Some months previous to this Dâaga +had planned a mutiny, but this was interrupted by sending a part of +the Paupau and Yarraba recruits to St. Lucia. The object of all +those conspiracies was to get back to Guinea, which they thought they +could accomplish by marching to eastward.</p> +<p>‘On the night of the 17th of June 1837, the people of San Josef +were kept awake by the recruits, about 280 in number, singing the war-song +of the Paupaus. This wild song consisted of a short air and chorus. +The tone was, although wild, not inharmonious, and the words rather +euphonious. As near as our alphabet can convey them, they ran +thus:—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>“Dangkarrée<br />Au fey,<br />Oluu werrei,<br />Au lay,”</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>which may be rendered almost literally by the following couplet:—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>Air by the chief: “Come to plunder, come to slay;”<br />Chorus +of followers: “We are ready to obey.”</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘About three o’clock in the morning their war-song (highly +characteristic of a predatory tribe) became very loud, and they commenced +uttering their war-cry. This is different from what we conceive +the Indian war-whoop to be: it seems to be a kind of imitation of the +growl of wild beasts, and has a most thrilling effect.</p> +<p>‘Fire now was set to a quantity of huts built for the accommodation +of African soldiers to the northward of the barracks, as well as to +the house of a poor black woman called Dalrymple. These burnt +briskly, throwing a dismal glare over the barracks and picturesque town +of San Josef, and overpowering the light of the full moon, which illumined +a cloudless sky. The mutineers made a rush at the barrack-room, +and seized on the muskets and fusees in the racks. Their leader, +Dâaga, and a daring Yarraba named Ogston instantly charged their +pieces; the former of these had a quantity of ball-cartridges, loose +powder, and ounce and pistol-balls, in a kind of gray worsted cap. +He must have provided himself with these before the mutiny. How +he became possessed of them, especially the pistol-balls, I never could +learn; probably he was supplied by his unmilitary countrymen: pistol-balls +are never given to infantry. Previous to this Dâaga and +three others made a rush at the regimental store-room, in which was +deposited a quantity of powder. An old African soldier, named +Charles Dickson, interfered to stop them, on which Maurice Ogston, the +Yarraba chief, who had armed himself with a sergeant’s sword, +cut down the faithful African. When down Dâaga said, in +English, “Ah, you old soldier, you knock down.” Dixon +was not Dâaga’s countryman, hence he could not speak to +him in his own language. The Paupau then levelled his musket and +shot the fallen soldier, who groaned and died. The war-yells, +or rather growls, of the Paupaus and Yarrabas now became awfully thrilling, +as they helped themselves to cartridges: most of them were fortunately +blank, or without ball. Never was a premeditated mutiny so wild +and ill planned. Their chief, Dâaga, and Ogston seemed to +have had little command of the subordinates, and the whole acted more +like a set of wild beasts who had broken their cages than men resolved +on war.</p> +<p>‘At this period, had a rush been made at the officers’ +quarters by one half (they were more than 200 in number), and the other +half surrounded the building, not one could have escaped. Instead +of this they continued to shout their war-song, and howl their war-notes; +they loaded their pieces with ball-cartridge, or blank cartridge and +small stones, and commenced firing at the long range of white buildings +in which Colonel Bush and his officers slept. They wasted so much +ammunition on this useless display of fury that the buildings were completely +riddled. A few of the old soldiers opposed them, and were wounded; +but it fortunately happened that they were, to an inconceivable degree, +ignorant of the right use of firearms—holding their muskets in +their hands when they discharged them, without allowing the butt-end +to rest against their shoulders or any part of their bodies. This +fact accounts for the comparatively little mischief they did in proportion +to the quantity of ammunition thrown away.</p> +<p>‘The officers and sergeant-major escaped at the back of the +building, while Colonel Bush and Adjutant Bentley came down a little +hill. The colonel commanded the mutineers to lay down their arms, +and was answered by an irregular discharge of balls, which rattled amongst +the leaves of a tree under which he and the adjutant were standing. +On this Colonel Bush desired Mr. Bentley to make the best of his way +to St. James’s Barracks for all the disposable force of the 89th +Regiment. The officers made good their retreat, and the adjutant +got into the stable where his horse was. He saddled and bridled +the animal while the shots were coming into the stable, without either +man or beast getting injured. The officer mounted, but had to +make his way through the mutineers before he could get into San Josef, +the barracks standing on an eminence above the little town. On +seeing the adjutant mounted, the mutineers set up a thrilling howl, +and commenced firing at him. He discerned the gigantic figure +of Dâaga (<i>alias</i> Donald Stewart), with his musket at the +trail: he spurred his horse through the midst of them; they were grouped, +but not in line. On looking back he saw Dâaga aiming at +him; he stooped his head beside his horse’s neck, and effectually +sheltered himself from about fifty shots aimed at him. In this +position he rode furiously down a steep hill leading from the barracks +to the church, and was out of danger. His escape appears extraordinary: +but he got safe to town, and thence to St. James’s, and in a short +time, considering it is eleven miles distant, brought out a strong detachment +of European troops; these, however, did not arrive until the affair +was over.</p> +<p>‘In the meantime a part of the officers’ quarters was +bravely defended by two old African soldiers, Sergeant Merry and Corporal +Plague. The latter stood in the gallery, near the room in which +were the colours; he was ineffectually fired at by some hundreds, yet +he kept his post, shot two of the mutineers, and, it is said, wounded +a third. Such is the difference between a man acquainted with +the use of firearms and those who handle them as mops are held.</p> +<p>‘In the meantime Colonel Bush got to a police-station above +the barracks, and got muskets and a few cartridges from a discharged +African soldier who was in the police establishment. Being joined +by the policemen, Corporal Craven <a name="citation175"></a><a href="#footnote175">{175}</a> +and Ensign Pogson, they concealed themselves on an eminence above, and +as the mutineers (about 100 in number) approached, the fire of muskets +opened on them from the little ambush. The little party fired +separately, loading as fast as they discharged their pieces; they succeeded +in making the mutineers change their route.</p> +<p>‘It is wonderful what little courage the savages in general +showed against the colonel and his little party; who absolutely beat +them, although but a twenty-fifth of their number, and at their own +tactics, <i>i.e</i>. bush fighting.</p> +<p>‘A body of the mutineers now made towards the road to Maraccas, +when the colonel and his three assistants contrived to get behind a +silk-cotton tree, and recommenced firing on them. The Africans +hesitated and set forward, when the little party continued to fire on +them; they set up a yell, and retreated down the hill.</p> +<p>‘A part of the mutineers now concealed themselves in the bushes +about San Josef barracks. These men, after the affair was over, +joined Colonel Bush, and with a mixture of cunning and effrontery smiled +as though nothing had happened, and as though they were glad to see +him; although, in general, they each had several shirts and pairs of +trousers on preparatory for a start to Guinea, by way of Band de l’Est. +<a name="citation176a"></a><a href="#footnote176a">{176a}</a></p> +<p>‘In the meantime the San Josef militia were assembled, to the +number of forty. Major Giuseppi, and Captain and Adjutant Rousseau, +of the second division of militia forces, took command of them. +They were in want of flints, powder, and balls—to obtain these +they were obliged to break open a merchant’s store; however, the +adjutant so judiciously distributed his little force as to hinder the +mutineers from entering the town, or obtaining access to the militia +arsenal, wherein there was a quantity of arms. Major Chadds and +several old African soldiers joined the militia, and were by them supplied +with arms.</p> +<p>‘A good deal of skirmishing occurred between the militia and +detached parties of the mutineers, which uniformly ended in the defeat +of the latter. At length Dâaga appeared to the right of +a party of six, at the entrance of the town; they were challenged by +the militia, and the mutineers fired on them, but without effect. +Only two of the militia returned the fire, when all but Dâaga +fled. He was deliberately reloading his piece, when a militiaman, +named Edmond Luce, leaped on the gigantic chief, who would have easily +beat him off, although the former was a strong young man of colour: +but Dâaga would not let go his gun; and, in common with all the +mutineers, he seemed to have no idea of the use of the bayonet. +Dâaga was dragging the militiaman away, when Adjutant Rousseau +came to his assistance, and placed a sword to Dâaga’s breast. +Doctor Tardy and several others rushed on the tall Negro, who was soon, +by the united efforts of several, thrown down and secured. It +was at this period that he repeatedly exclaimed, while he bit his own +shoulder, “The first white man I catch after this I will eat him.” +<a name="citation176b"></a><a href="#footnote176b">{176b}</a></p> +<p>‘Meanwhile about sixteen of the mutineers, led by the daring +Ogston, took the road to Arima; in order, as they said, to commence +their march to Guinea: but fortunately the militia of that village, +composed principally of Spaniards, Indians, and Sambos, assembled. +A few of these met them and stopped their march. A kind of parley +(if intercourse carried on by signs could be so called) was carried +on between the parties. The mutineers made signs that they wished +to go forward, while the few militiamen endeavoured to detain them, +expecting a reinforcement momently. After a time the militia agreed +to allow them to approach the town; as they were advancing they were +met by the commandant, Martin Sorzano, Esq., with sixteen more militiamen. +The commandant judged it imprudent to allow the Africans to enter the +town with their muskets full cocked and poised ready to fire. +An interpreter was now procured, and the mutineers were told that if +they would retire to their barracks the gentlemen present would intercede +for their pardon. The Negroes refused to accede to these terms, +and while the interpreter was addressing some, the rest tried to push +forward. Some of the militia opposed them by holding their muskets +in a horizontal position, on which one of the mutineers fired, and the +militia returned the fire. A <i>mêlée</i> commenced, +in which fourteen mutineers were killed and wounded. The fire +of the Africans produced little effect: they soon took to flight amid +the woods which flanked the road. Twenty-eight of them were taken, +amongst whom was the Yarraba chief, Ogston. Six had been killed, +and six committed suicide by strangling and hanging themselves in the +woods. Only one man was wounded amongst the militia, and he but +slightly, from a small stone fired from a musket of one of the Yarrabas.</p> +<p>‘The quantity of ammunition expended by the mutineers, and +the comparatively little mischief done by them, was truly astonishing. +It shows how little they understood the use of firearms. Dixon +was killed, and several of the old African soldiers were wounded, but +not one of the officers was in the slightest degree hurt.</p> +<p>‘I have never been able to get a correct account of the number +of lives this wild mutiny cost, but believe it was not less than forty, +including those slain by the militia at Arima; those shot at San Josef; +those who died of their wounds (and most of the wounded men died); the +six who committed suicide; the three that were shot by sentence of the +court-martial, and one who was shot while endeavouring to escape (Satchell).</p> +<p>‘A good-looking young man, named Torrens, was brought as prisoner +to the presence of Colonel Bush. The colonel wished to speak to +him, and desired his guards to liberate him; on which the young savage +shook his sleeve, in which was concealed a razor, made a rush at the +colonel, and nearly succeeded in cutting his throat. He slashed +the razor in all directions until he made an opening: he rushed through +this; and, notwithstanding he was fired at, and I believe wounded, he +effected his escape, was subsequently retaken, and again made his escape +with Satchell, who after this was shot by a policeman.</p> +<p>‘Torrens was retaken, tried, and recommended to mercy. +Of this man’s fate I am unable to speak, not knowing how far the +recommendation to mercy was attended to. In appearance he seemed +the mildest and best-looking of the mutineers, but his conduct was the +most ferocious of any. The whole of the mutineers were captured +within one week of the mutiny, save this man, who was taken a month +after.</p> +<p>‘On the 19th of July, Donald Stewart, otherwise Dâaga, +was brought to a court-martial. On the 21st William Satchell was +tried. On the 22d a court-martial was held on Edward Coffin; and +on the 24th one was held on the Yarraba chief, Maurice Ogston, whose +country name was, I believe, Mawee. Torrens was tried on the 29th.</p> +<p>‘The sentences of these courts-martial were unknown until the +14th of August, having been sent to Barbadoes in order to be submitted +to the Commander-in-Chief, Lieutenant-General Whittingham, who approved +of the decision of the courts, which was that Donald Stewart (Dâaga), +Maurice Ogston, and Edward Coffin should suffer death by being shot, +and that William Satchell should be transported beyond seas during the +term of his natural life. I am unacquainted with the sentence +of Torrens.</p> +<p>‘Donald Stewart, Maurice Ogston, and Edward Coffin were executed +on the 16th of August 1837, at San Josef Barracks. Nothing seemed +to have been neglected which could render the execution solemn and impressive; +the scenery and the weather gave additional awe to the melancholy proceedings. +Fronting the little eminence where the prisoners were shot was the scene +where their ill-concerted mutiny commenced. To the right stood +the long range of building on which they had expended much of their +ammunition for the purpose of destroying their officers. The rest +of the panorama was made up of an immense view of forest below them, +and upright masses of mountains above them. Over those, heavy +bodies of mist were slowly sailing, giving a sombre appearance to the +primeval woods which, in general, covered both mountains and plains. +The atmosphere indicated an inter-tropical morning during the rainy +season, and the sun shone resplendently between dense columns of clouds.</p> +<p>‘At half-past seven o’clock the condemned men asked to +be allowed to eat a hearty meal, as they said persons about to be executed +in Guinea were always indulged with a good repast. It is remarkable +that these unhappy creatures ate most voraciously, even while they were +being brought out of their cell for execution.</p> +<p>‘A little before the mournful procession commenced, the condemned +men were dressed from head to foot in white habiliments trimmed with +black; their arms were bound with cords. This is not usual in +military executions, but was deemed necessary on the present occasion. +An attempt to escape, on the part of the condemned, would have been +productive of much confusion, and was properly guarded against.</p> +<p>‘The condemned men displayed no unmanly fear. On the +contrary, they steadily kept step to the Dead March which the band played; +yet the certainty of death threw a cadaverous and ghastly hue over their +black features, while their singular and appropriate costume, and the +three coffins being borne before them, altogether rendered it a frightful +picture: hence it was not to be wondered at that two of the European +soldiers fainted.</p> +<p>‘The mutineers marched abreast. The tall form and horrid +looks of Dâaga were almost appalling. The looks of Ogston +were sullen, calm, and determined; those of Coffin seemed to indicate +resignation.</p> +<p>‘At eight o’clock they arrived at the spot where three +graves were dug; here their coffins were deposited. The condemned +men were made to face to westward; three sides of a hollow square were +formed, flanked on one side by a detachment of the 89th Regiment and +a party of artillery, while the recruits, many of whom shared the guilt +of the culprits, were appropriately placed in the line opposite them. +The firing-party were a little in advance of the recruits.</p> +<p>‘The sentence of the courts-martial, and other necessary documents, +having been read by the fort adjutant, Mr. Meehan, the chaplain of the +forces, read some prayers appropriated for these melancholy occasions. +The clergyman then shook hands with the three men about to be sent into +another state of existence. Dâaga and Ogston coolly gave +their hands: Coffin wrung the chaplain’s hand affectionately, +saying, in tolerable English, “I am now done with the world.”</p> +<p>‘The arms of the condemned men, as has been before stated, +were bound, but in such a manner as to allow them to bring their hands +to their heads. Their night-caps were drawn over their eyes. +Coffin allowed his to remain, but Ogston and Dâaga pushed theirs +up again. The former did this calmly; the latter showed great +wrath, seeming to think himself insulted; and his deep metallic voice +sounded in anger above that of the provost-marshal, <a name="citation179"></a><a href="#footnote179">{179}</a> +as the latter gave the words “Ready! present!” But +at this instant his vociferous daring forsook him. As the men +levelled their muskets at him, with inconceivable rapidity he sprang +bodily round, still preserving his squatting posture, and received the +fire from behind; while the less noisy, but more brave, Ogston looked +the firing-party full in the face as they discharged their fatal volley.</p> +<p>‘In one instant all three fell dead, almost all the balls of +the firing-party having taken effect. The savage appearance and +manner of Dâaga excited awe. Admiration was felt for the +calm bravery of Ogston, while Edward Coffin’s fate excited commiseration.</p> +<p>‘There were many spectators of this dreadful scene, and amongst +others a great concourse of Negroes. Most of these expressed their +hopes that after this terrible example the recruits would make good +soldiers.’</p> +<p>Ah, stupid savages. Yes: but also—ah, stupid civilised +people.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER X: NAPARIMA AND MONTSERRAT</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>I had a few days of pleasant wandering in the centre of the island, +about the districts which bear the names of Naparima and Montserrat; +a country of such extraordinary fertility, as well as beauty, that it +must surely hereafter become the seat of a high civilisation. +The soil seems inexhaustibly rich. I say inexhaustibly; for as +fast as the upper layer is impoverished, it will be swept over by the +tropic rains, to mingle with the vegas, or alluvial flats below, and +thus enriched again, while a fresh layer of virgin soil is exposed above. +I have seen, cresting the highest ridges of Montserrat, ten feet at +least of fat earth, falling clod by clod right and left upon the gardens +below. There are, doubtless, comparatively barren tracts of gravel +toward the northern mountains; there are poor sandy lands, likewise, +at the southern part of the island, which are said, nevertheless, to +be specially fitted for the growth of cotton: but from San Fernando +on the west coast to Manzanilla on the east, stretches a band of soil +which seems to be capable of yielding any conceivable return to labour +and capital, not omitting common sense.</p> +<p>How long it has taken to prepare this natural garden for man is one +of those questions of geological time which have been well called of +late ‘appalling.’ How long was it since the ‘older +Parian’ rocks (said to belong to the Neocomian, or green-sand, +era) of Point à Pierre were laid down at the bottom of the sea? +How long since a still unknown thickness of tertiary strata in the Nariva +district laid down on them? How long since not less than six thousand +feet of still later tertiary strata laid down on them again? What +vast, though probably slow, processes changed that sea-bottom from one +salt enough to carry corals and limestones, to one brackish enough to +carry abundant remains of plants, deposited probably by the Orinoco, +or by some river which then did duty for it? Three such periods +of disturbance have been distinguished, the net result of which is, +that the strata (comparatively recent in geological time) have been +fractured, tilted, even set upright on end, over the whole lowland. +Trinidad seems to have had its full share of those later disturbances +of the earth-crust, which carried tertiary strata up along the shoulders +of the Alps; which upheaved the chalk of the Isle of Wight, setting +the tertiary beds of Alum Bay upright against it; which even, after +the Age of Ice, thrust up the Isle of Moen in Denmark and the Isle of +Ely in Cambridgeshire, entangling the boulder clay among the chalk—how +long ago? Long enough ago, in Trinidad at least, to allow water—probably +the estuary waters of the Orinoco—to saw all the upheaved layers +off at the top into one flat sea-bottom once more, leaving as projections +certain harder knots of rock, such as the limestones of Mount Tamana; +and, it may be, the curious knoll of hard clay rock under which nestles +the town of San Fernando. Long enough ago, also, to allow that +whole sea-bottom to be lifted up once more, to the height, in one spot, +of a thousand feet, as the lowland which occupies six-sevenths of the +Isle of Trinidad. Long enough ago, again, to allow that lowland +to be sawn out into hills and valleys, ridges and gulleys, which are +due to the action of Colonel George Greenwood’s geologic panacea, +‘Rain and Rivers,’ and to nothing else. Long enough +ago, once more, for a period of subsidence, as I suspect, to follow +the period of upheaval; a period at the commencement of which Trinidad +was perhaps several times as large as it is now, and has gradually been +eaten away by the surf, as fresh pieces of the soft cliffs have been +brought, by the sinking of the land, face to face with its slow but +sure destroyer.</p> +<p>And how long ago began the epoch—the very latest which this +globe has seen, which has been long enough for all this? The human +imagination can no more grasp that time than it can grasp the space +between us and the nearest star.</p> +<p>Such thoughts were forced upon me as the steamer stopped off San +Fernando; and I saw, some quarter of a mile out at sea, a single stack +of rock, which is said to have been joined to the mainland in the memory +of the fathers of this generation; and on shore, composed, I am told, +of the same rock, that hill of San Fernando which forms a beacon by +sea and land for many a mile around. An isolated boss of the older +Parian, composed of hardened clay which has escaped destruction, it +rises, though not a mile long and a third of a mile broad, steeply to +a height of nearly six hundred feet, carrying on its cliffs the remains +of a once magnificent vegetation. Now its sides are quarried for +the only road-stone met with for miles around; cultivated for pasture, +in which the round-headed mango-trees grow about like oaks at home; +or terraced for villas and gardens, the charm of which cannot be told +in words. All round it, rich sugar estates spread out, with the +noble Palmistes left standing here and there along the roads and terraces; +and everywhere is activity and high cultivation, under the superintendence +of gentlemen who are prospering, because they deserve to prosper.</p> +<p>Between the cliff and the shore nestles the gay and growing little +town, which was, when we took the island in 1795, only a group of huts. +In it I noted only one thing which looked unpleasant. The negro +houses, however roomy and comfortable, and however rich the gardens +which surrounded them, were mostly patched together out of the most +heterogeneous and wretched scraps of wood; and on inquiry I found that +the materials were, in most cases, stolen; that when a Negro wanted +to build a house, instead of buying the materials, he pilfered a board +here, a stick there, a nail somewhere else, a lock or a clamp in a fourth +place, about the sugar-estates, regardless of the serious injury which +he caused to working buildings; and when he had gathered a sufficient +pile, hidden safely away behind his neighbour’s house, the new +hut rose as if by magic. This continual pilfering, I was assured, +was a serious tax on the cultivation of the estates around. But +I was told, too, frankly enough, by the very gentleman who complained, +that this habit was simply an heirloom from the bad days of slavery, +when the pilfering of the slaves from other estates was connived at +by their own masters, on the ground that if A’s Negroes robbed +B, B’s Negroes robbed C, and so all round the alphabet; one more +evil instance of the demoralising effect of a state of things which, +wrong in itself, was sure to be the parent of a hundred other wrongs.</p> +<p>Being, happily for me, in the Governor’s suite, I had opportunities +of seeing the interior of the island which an average traveller could +not have; and I looked forward with interest to visiting new settlements +in the forests of the interior, which very few inhabitants of the island, +and certainly no strangers, had as yet seen. Our journey began +by landing on a good new jetty, and being transferred at once to the +tramway which adjoined it. A truck, with chairs on it, as usual +here, carried us off at a good mule-trot; and we ran in the fast-fading +light through a rolling hummocky country, very like the lowlands of +Aberdeenshire, or the neighbourhood of Waterloo, save that, as night +came on, the fireflies flickered everywhere among the canes, and here +and there the palms and Ceibas stood up, black and gaunt, against the +sky. At last we escaped from our truck, and found horses waiting, +on which we floundered, through mud and moonlight, to a certain hospitable +house, and found a hungry party, who had been long waiting for a dinner +worth the waiting.</p> +<p>It was not till next morning that I found into what a charming place +I had entered overnight. Around were books, pictures, china, vases +of flowers, works of art, and all appliances of European taste, even +luxury; but in a house utterly un-European. The living rooms, +all on the first floor, opened into each other by doorless doorways, +and the walls were of cedar and other valuable woods, which good taste +had left still unpapered. Windowless bay windows, like great port-holes, +opened from each of them into a gallery which ran round the house, sheltered +by broad sloping eaves. The deep shade of the eaves contrasted +brilliantly with the bright light outside; and contrasted too with the +wooden pillars which held up the roof, and which seemed on their southern +sides white-hot in the blazing sunshine.</p> +<p>What a field was there for native art; for richest ornamentation +of these pillars and those beams. Surely Trinidad, and the whole +of northern South America, ought to become some day the paradise of +wood carvers, who, copying even a few of the numberless vegetable and +animal forms around, may far surpass the old wood-carving schools of +Burmah and Hindostan. And I sat dreaming of the lianes which might +be made to wreathe the pillars; the flowers, fruits, birds, butterflies, +monkeys, kinkajous, and what not, which might cluster about the capitals, +or swing along the beams. Let men who have such materials, and +such models, proscribe all tawdry and poor European art—most of +it a bad imitation of bad Greek, or worse Renaissance—and trust +to Nature and the facts which lie nearest them. But when will +a time come for the West Indies when there will be wealth and civilisation +enough to make such an art possible? Soon, if all the employers +of labour were like the gentleman at whose house we were that day, and +like some others in the same island.</p> +<p>And through the windows and between the pillars of the gallery, what +a blaze of colour and light. The ground-floor was hedged in, a +few feet from the walls, with high shrubs, which would have caused unwholesome +damp in England, but were needed here for shade. Foreign Crotons, +Dracænas, Cereuses, and a dozen more curious shapes—among +them a ‘cup-tree,’ with concave leaves, each of which would +hold water. It was said to come from the East, and was unknown +to me. Among them, and over the door, flowering creepers tangled +and tossed, rich with flowers; and beyond them a circular-lawn (rare +in the West Indies), just like an English one, save that the shrubs +and trees which bounded it were hothouse plants. A few Carat-palms +<a name="citation184"></a><a href="#footnote184">{184}</a> spread their +huge fan-leaves among the curious flowering trees; other foreign palms, +some of them very rare, beside them; and on the lawn opposite my bedroom +window stood a young Palmiste, which had been planted barely eight years, +and was now thirty-eight feet in height, and more than six feet in girth +at the butt. Over the roofs of the outhouses rose scarlet Bois +immortelles, and tall clumps of Bamboo reflecting blue light from their +leaves even under a cloud; and beyond them and below them to the right, +a park just like an English one carried stately trees scattered on the +turf, and a sheet of artificial water. Coolies, in red or yellow +waistcloths, and Coolie children, too, with nothing save a string round +their stomachs (the smaller ones at least), were fishing in the shade. +To the left, again, began at once the rich cultivation of the rolling +cane-fields, among which the Squire had left standing, somewhat against +the public opinion of his less tasteful neighbours, tall Carats, carrying +their heads of fan-leaves on smooth stalks from fifty to eighty feet +high, and Ceibas—some of them the hugest I had ever seen. +Below in the valley were the sugar-works; and beyond this half-natural, +half-artificial scene rose, some mile off, the lowering wall of the +yet untouched forest.</p> +<p>It had taken only fifteen years, but fifteen years of hard work, +to create this paradise. And only the summer before, all had been +well-nigh swept away again. During the great drought the fire +had raged about the woods. Estate after estate around had been +reduced to ashes. And one day our host’s turn came. +The fire burst out of the woods at three different points. All +worked with a will to stop it by cutting traces. But the wind +was wild; burning masses from the tree-tops were hurled far among the +canes, and all was lost. The canes burnt like shavings, exploding +with a perpetual crackle at each joint. In a few hours the whole +estate—works, coolie barracks, negro huts—was black ash; +and the house only, by extreme exertion, saved. But the ground +had scarcely cooled when replanting and rebuilding commenced; and now +the canes were from ten to twelve feet high, the works nearly ready +for the coming crop-time, and no sign of the fire was left, save a few +leafless trees, which we found, on riding up to them, to be charred +at the base.</p> +<p>And yet men say that the Englishman loses his energy in a tropic +climate.</p> +<p>We had a charming Sunday there, amid charming society, down even +to the dogs and cats; and not the least charming object among many was +little Franky, the Coolie butler’s child, who ran in and out with +the dogs, gay in his little cotton shirt, and melon-shaped cap, and +silver bracelets, and climbed on the Squire’s knee, and nestled +in his bosom, and played with his seals; and looked up trustingly into +our faces with great soft eyes, like a little brown guazu-pita fawn +out of the forest. A happy child, and in a happy place.</p> +<p>Then to church at Savanna Grande, riding of course; for the mud was +abysmal, and it was often safer to ride in the ditch than on the road. +The village, with a tramway through it, stood high and healthy. +The best houses were those of the Chinese. The poorer Chinese +find peddling employments and trade about the villages, rather than +hard work on the estates; while they cultivate on ridges, with minute +care, their favourite sweet potato. Round San Fernando, a Chinese +will rent from a sugar-planter a bit of land which seems hopelessly +infested with weeds, even of the worst of all sorts—the creeping +Para grass <a name="citation186"></a><a href="#footnote186">{186}</a>—which +was introduced a generation since, with some trouble, as food for cattle, +and was supposed at first to be so great a boon that the gentleman who +brought it in received public thanks and a valuable testimonial. +The Chinaman will take the land for a single year, at a rent, I believe, +as high as a pound an acre, grow on it his sweet potato crop, and return +it to the owner, cleared, for the time being, of every weed. The +richer shopkeepers have each a store: but they disdain to live at it. +Near by each you see a comfortable low house, with verandahs, green +jalousies, and often pretty flowers in pots; and catch glimpses inside +of papered walls, prints, and smart moderator-lamps, which seem to be +fashionable among the Celestials. But for one fashion of theirs, +I confess, I was not prepared.</p> +<p>We went to church—a large, airy, clean, wooden one—which +ought to have had a verandah round to keep off the intolerable sunlight, +and which might, too, have had another pulpit. For in getting +up to preach in a sort of pill-box on a long stalk, I found the said +stalk surging and nodding so under my weight, that I had to assume an +attitude of most dignified repose, and to beware of ‘beating the +drum ecclesiastic,’ or ‘clanging the Bible to shreds,’ +for fear of toppling into the pews of the very smart, and really very +attentive, brown ladies below. A crowded congregation it was, +clean, gay, respectable and respectful, and spoke well both for the +people and for their clergyman. But—happily not till the +end of the sermon—I became aware, just in front of me, of a row +of smartest Paris bonnets, net-lace shawls, brocades, and satins, fit +for duchesses; and as the centre of each blaze of finery—‘offam +non faciem,’ as old Ammianus Marcellinus has it—the unmistakable +visage of a Chinese woman. Whether they understood one word; what +they thought of it all; whether they were there for any purpose save +to see and be seen, were questions to which I tried in vain, after service, +to get an answer. All that could be told was, that the richer +Chinese take delight in thus bedizening their wives on high days and +holidays; not with tawdry cheap finery, but with things really expensive, +and worth what they cost, especially the silks and brocades; and then +in sending them, whether for fashion or for loyalty’s sake, to +an English church. Be that as it may, there they were, ladies +from the ancient and incomprehensible Mowery Land, like fossil bones +of an old world sticking out amid the vegetation of the new; and we +will charitably hope that they were the better for being there.</p> +<p>After church we wandered about the estate to see huge trees. +One Ceiba, left standing in a cane-piece, was very grand, from the multitude +and mass of its parasites and its huge tresses of lianes; and grand +also from its form. The prickly board-wall spurs were at least +fifteen feet high, some of them, where they entered the trunk; and at +the summit of the trunk, which could not have been less than seventy +or eighty feet, one enormous limb (itself a tree) stuck out quite horizontally, +and gave a marvellous notion of strength. It seemed as if its +length must have snapped it off, years since, where it joined the trunk; +or as if the leverage of its weight must have toppled the whole tree +over. But the great vegetable had known its own business best, +and had built itself up right cannily; and stood, and will stand for +many a year, perhaps for many a century, if the Matapalos do not squeeze +out its life. I found, by the by, in groping my way to that tree +through canes twelve feet high, that one must be careful, at least with +some varieties of cane, not to get cut. The leaf-edges are finely +serrated; and more, the sheaths of the leaves are covered with prickly +hairs, which give the Coolies sore shins if they work bare-legged. +The soil here, as everywhere, was exceedingly rich, and sawn out into +rolling mounds and steep gullies—sometimes almost too steep for +cane-cultivation—by the tropic rains. If, as cannot be doubted, +denudation by rain has gone on here, for thousands of years, at the +same pace at which it goes on now, the amount of soil removed must be +very great; so great, that the Naparimas may have been, when they were +first uplifted out of the Gulf, hundreds of feet higher than they are +now.</p> +<p>Another tree we went to see in the home park, of which I would have +gladly obtained a photograph. A Poix doux, <a name="citation187a"></a><a href="#footnote187a">{187a}</a> +some said it was; others that it was a Figuier. <a name="citation187b"></a><a href="#footnote187b">{187b}</a> +I incline to the former belief, as the leaves seemed to me pinnated: +but the doubt was pardonable enough. There was not a leaf on the +tree which was not nigh one hundred feet over our heads. For size +of spurs and wealth of parasites the tree was almost as remarkable as +the Ceiba I mentioned just now. But the curiosity of the tree +was a Carat-palm which had started between its very roots; had run its +straight and slender stem up parallel with the bole of its companion, +and had then pierced through the head of the tree, and all its wilderness +of lianes, till it spread its huge flat crown of fans among the highest +branches, more than a hundred feet aloft. The contrast between +the two forms of vegetation, each so grand, but as utterly different +in every line as they are in botanical affinities, and yet both living +together in such close embrace, was very noteworthy; a good example +of the rule, that while competition is most severe between forms most +closely allied, forms extremely wide apart may not compete at all, because +each needs something which the other does not.</p> +<p>On our return I was introduced to the ‘Uncle Tom’ of +the neighbourhood, who had come down to spend Sunday at the Squire’s +house. He was a middle-sized Negro, in cast of features not above +the average, and Isaac by name. He told me how he had been born +in Baltimore, a slave to a Quaker master; how he and his wife Mary, +during the second American war, ran away, and after hiding three days +in the bush, got on board a British ship of war, and so became free. +He then enlisted into one of the East Indian regiments, and served some +years; as a reward for which he had given him his five acres of land +in Trinidad, like others of his corps. These Negro yeomen-veterans, +let it be said in passing, are among the ablest and steadiest of the +coloured population. Military service has given them just enough +of those habits of obedience of which slavery gives too much—if +the obedience of a mere slave, depending not on the independent will, +but on brute fear, is to be called obedience at all.</p> +<p>Would that in this respect, as in some others, the white subject +of the British crown were as well off as the black one. Would +that during the last fifty years we had followed the wise policy of +the Romans, and by settling our soldiers on our colonial frontiers, +established there communities of loyal, able, and valiant citizens. +Is it too late to begin now? Is there no colony left as yet not +delivered over to a self-government which actually means, more and more—according +to the statements of those who visit the colonies—government by +an Irish faction; and which will offer a field for settling our soldiers +when they have served their appointed time; so strengthening ourselves, +while we reward a class of men who are far more respectable, and far +more deserving, than most of those on whom we lavish our philanthropy?</p> +<p>Surely such men would prove as good subjects as old Isaac and his +comrades. For fifty-three years, I was told, he had lived and +worked in Trinidad, always independent; so independent, indeed, that +the very last year, when all but starving, like many of the coloured +people, from the long drought which lasted nearly eighteen months, he +refused all charity, and came down to this very estate to work for three +months in the stifling cane-fields, earning—or fancying that he +earned—his own livelihood. A simple, kindly, brave Christian +man he seemed, and all who knew him spoke of him as such. The +most curious fact, however, which I gleaned from him was his recollection +of his own ‘conversion.’ His Mary, of whom all spoke +as a woman of a higher intellect than he, had ‘been in the Gospel’ +several years before him, and used to read and talk to him; but, he +said, without effect. At last he had a severe fever; and when +he fancied himself dying, had a vision. He saw a grating in the +floor, close by his bed, and through it the torments of the lost. +Two souls he remembered specially; one ‘like a singed hog,’ +the other ‘all over black like a charcoal spade.’ +He looked in fear, and heard a voice cry, ‘Behold your sins.’ +He prayed; promised, if he recovered, to try and do better: and felt +himself forgiven at once.</p> +<p>This was his story, which I have set down word for word; and of which +I can only say, that its imagery is no more gross, its confusion between +the objective and subjective no more unphilosophical, than the speech +on similar matters of many whom we are taught to call divines, theologians, +and saints.</p> +<p>At all events, this crisis in his life produced, according to his +own statement, not merely a religious, but a moral change. He +became a better man henceforth. He had the reputation, among those +who knew him well, of being altogether a good man. If so, it matters +little what cause he assigned for the improvement. Wisdom is justified +of all her children; and, I doubt not, of old black Isaac among the +rest.</p> +<p>In 1864 he had a great sorrow. Old Mary, trying to smoke the +mosquitoes out of her house with a charcoal-pan, set fire, in her shortsightedness, +to the place; and everything was burned—the savings of years, +the precious Bible among the rest. The Squire took her down to +his house, and nursed her: but she died in two days of cold and fright; +and Isaac had to begin life again alone. Kind folks built up his +ajoupa, and started him afresh; and, to their astonishment, Isaac grew +young again, and set to work for himself. He had depended too +much for many years on his wife’s superior intellect: now he had +to act for himself; and he acted. But he spoke of her, like any +knight of old, as of a guardian goddess—his guardian still in +the other world, as she had been in this.</p> +<p>He was happy enough, he said: but I was told that he had to endure +much vexation from the neighbouring Negroes, who were Baptists, narrow +and conceited; and who—just as the Baptists of the lower class +in England would be but too apt to do—tormented him by telling +him that he was not sure of heaven, because he went to church instead +of joining their body. But he, though he went to chapel in wet +weather, clung to his own creed like an old soldier; and came down to +Massa’s house to spend the Sunday whenever there was a Communion, +walking some five miles thither, and as much back again.</p> +<p>So much I learnt concerning old Isaac. And when in the afternoon +he toddled away, and back into the forest, what wonder if I felt like +Wordsworth after his talk with the old leech-gatherer?—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p> ‘And when he ended,<br />I could have laughed +myself to scorn to find<br />In that decrepit man so firm a mind;<br />God, +said I, be my help and stay secure,<br />I’ll think of thee, leech-gatherer, +on the lonely moor.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>On the Monday morning there was a great parade. All the Coolies +were to come up to see the Governor; and after breakfast a long line +of dark people arrived up the lawn, the women in their gaudiest muslins, +and some of them in cotton velvet jackets of the richest colours. +The Oriental instinct for harmonious hues, and those at once rich and +sober, such as may be seen in Indian shawls, is very observable even +in these Coolies, low-caste as most of them are. There were bangles +and jewels among them in plenty; and as it was a high day and a holiday, +the women had taken out the little gold or silver stoppers in their +pierced nostrils, and put in their place the great gold ring which hangs +down over the mouth, and is considered by them, as learned men tell +us it was by Rebekah at the well, a special ornament. The men +stood by themselves; the women by themselves; the children grouped in +front; and a merrier, healthier, shrewder looking party I have seldom +seen. Complaints there were none. All seemed to look on +the Squire as a father, and each face brightened when he spoke to them +by name. But the great ceremony was the distributing by the Governor +of red and yellow sweetmeats to the children out of a huge dish held +up by the Hindoo butler, while Franky, in a long night-shirt of crimson +cotton velvet, acted as aide-de-camp, and took his perquisites freely. +Each of the little brown darlings got its share, the boys putting them +into the flap of their waistcloths, the girls into the front of their +veils; and some of the married women seemed ready enough to follow the +children’s example; some of them, indeed, were little more than +children themselves. The pleasure of the men at the whole ceremony +was very noticeable, and very pleasant. Well fed, well cared for, +well taught (when they will allow themselves to be so), and with a local +medical man appointed for their special benefit, Coolies under such +a master ought to be, and are, prosperous and happy. Exceptions +there are, and must be. Are there none among the workmen of English +manufacturers and farmers? Abuses may spring up, and do. +Do none spring up in London and elsewhere? But the Government +has the power to interfere, and uses that power. These poor people +are sufficiently protected by law from their white employers; what they +need most is protection for the newcomers against the usury, or swindling, +by people of their own race, especially Hindoos of the middle class, +who are covetous and ill-disposed, and who use their experience of the +island for their own selfish advantage. But that evil also Government +is doing its best to put down. Already the Coolies have a far +larger amount of money in the savings’ banks of the island than +the Negroes; and their prosperity can be safely trusted to wise and +benevolent laws, enforced by men who can afford to stand above public +opinion, as well as above private interest. I speak, of course, +only of Trinidad, because only Trinidad I have seen. But what +I say I know intimately to be true.</p> +<p>The parade over—and a pleasant sight it was, and one not easily +to be forgotten—we were away to see the Salse, or ‘mud-volcano,’ +near Monkey Town, in the forest to the south-east. The cross-roads +were deep in mud, all the worse because it was beginning to dry on the +surface, forming a tough crust above the hasty-pudding which, if broken +through, held the horse’s leg suspended as in a vice, and would +have thrown him down, if it were possible to throw down a West-Indian +horse. We passed in one place a quaint little relic of the older +world; a small sugar-press, rather than mill, under a roof of palm-leaf, +which was worked by hand, or a donkey, just as a Spanish settler would +have worked it three hundred years ago. Then on through plenty +of garden cultivation, with all the people at their doors as we passed, +fat and grinning: then up to a good high-road, and a school for Coolies, +kept by a Presbyterian clergyman, Mr. Morton—I must be allowed +to mention his name—who, like a sensible man, wore a white coat +instead of the absurd regulation black one, too much affected by all +well-to-do folk, lay as well as clerical, in the West Indies. +The school seemed good enough in all ways. A senior class of young +men—including one who had had his head nearly cut off last year +by misapplication of that formidable weapon the cutlass, which every +coloured man and woman carries in the West Indies—could read pretty +well; and the smaller children—with as much clothing on as they +could be persuaded to wear—were a sight pleasant to see. +Among them, by the by, was a little lady who excited my astonishment. +She was, I was told, twelve years old. She sat summing away on +her slate, bedizened out in gauze petticoat, velvet jacket—between +which and the petticoat, of course, the waist showed just as nature +had made it—gauze veil, bangles, necklace, nose-jewel; for she +was a married woman, and her Papa (Anglicè, husband) wished her +to look her best on so important an occasion.</p> +<p>This over-early marriage among the Coolies is a very serious evil, +but one which they have brought with them from their own land. +The girls are practically sold by their fathers while yet children, +often to wealthy men much older than they. Love is out of the +question. But what if the poor child, as she grows up, sees some +one, among that overplus of men, to whom she, for the first time in +her life, takes a fancy? Then comes a scandal; and one which is +often ended swiftly enough by the cutlass. Wife-murder is but +too common among these Hindoos, and they cannot be made to see that +it is wrong. ‘I kill my own wife. Why not? I +kill no other man’s wife,’ was said by as pretty, gentle, +graceful a lad of two-and-twenty as one need see; a convict performing, +and perfectly, the office of housemaid in a friend’s house. +There is murder of wives, or quasi-wives now and then, among the baser +sort of Coolies—murder because a poor girl will not give her ill-earned +gains to the ruffian who considers her as his property. But there +is also law in Trinidad, and such offences do not go unpunished.</p> +<p>Then on through Savanna Grande and village again, and past more sugar +estates, and past beautiful bits of forest, left, like English woods, +standing in the cultivated fields. One batch of a few acres on +the side of a dell was very lovely. Huge Figuiers and Huras were +mingled with palms and rich undergrowth, and lighted up here and there +with purple creepers.</p> +<p>So we went on, and on, and into the thick forest, and what was, till +Sir Ralph Woodford taught the islanders what an European road was like, +one of the pattern royal roads of the island. Originally an Indian +trace, it had been widened by the Spaniards, and transformed from a +line of mud six feet broad to one of thirty. The only pleasant +reminiscence which I have about it was the finding in flower a beautiful +parasite, undescribed by Griesbach; <a name="citation192"></a><a href="#footnote192">{192}</a> +a ‘wild pine’ with a branching spike of crimson flowers, +purple tipped, which shone in the darkness of the bush like a great +bunch of rosebuds growing among lily-leaves.</p> +<p>The present Governor, like Sir Ralph Woodford before him, has been +fully aware of the old saying—which the Romans knew well, and +which the English did not know, and only rediscovered some century since—that +the ‘first step in civilisation is to make roads; the second, +to make more roads; and the third, to make more roads still.’</p> +<p>Through this very district (aided by men whose talents he had the +talent to discover and employ) he has run wide, level, and sound roads, +either already completed or in progress, through all parts of the island +which I visited, save the precipitous glens of the northern shore.</p> +<p>Of such roads we saw more than one in the next few days. That +day we had to commit ourselves, when we turned off the royal road, to +one of the old Spanish-Indian jungle tracks. And here is a recipe +for making one:—Take a railway embankment of average steepness, +strew it freely with wreck, rigging and all, to imitate the fallen timber, +roots, and lianes—a few flagstones and boulders here and there +will be quite in place; plant the whole with the thickest pheasant-cover; +set a field of huntsmen to find their way through it at the points of +least resistance three times a week during a wet winter; and if you +dare follow their footsteps, you will find a very accurate imitation +of a forest-track in the wet season.</p> +<p>At one place we seemed to be fairly stopped. We plunged and +slid down into a muddy brook, luckily with a gravel bar on which the +horses could stand, at least one by one; and found opposite us a bank +of smooth clay, bound with slippery roots, some ten feet high. +We stood and looked at it, and the longer we looked—in hunting +phrase—the less we liked it. But there was no alternative. +Some one jumped off, and scrambled up on his hands and knees; his horse +was driven up the bank to him—on its knees, likewise, more than +once—and caught staggering among boughs and mud; and by the time +the whole cavalcade was over, horses and men looked as if they had been +brickmaking for a week.</p> +<p>But here again the cunning of these horses surprised me. On +one very steep pitch, for instance, I saw before me two logs across +the path, two feet and more in diameter, and what was worse, not two +feet apart. How the brown cob meant to get over I could not guess; +but as he seemed not to falter or turn tail, as an English horse would +have done, I laid the reins on his neck and watched his legs. +To my astonishment, he lifted a fore-leg out of the abyss of mud, put +it between the logs, where I expected to hear it snap; clawed in front, +and shuffled behind; put the other over the second log, the mud and +water splashing into my face, and then brought the first freely out +from between the logs, and—horrible to see—put a hind one +in. Thus did he fairly walk through the whole; stopped a moment +to get his breath; and then staggered and scrambled upward again, as +if he had done nothing remarkable. Coming back, by the by, those +two logs lay heavy on my heart for a mile ere I neared them. He +might get up over them; but how would he get down again? And I +was not surprised to hear more than one behind me say, ‘I think +I shall lead over.’ But being in front, if I fell, I could +only fall into the mud, and not on the top of a friend. So I let +the brown cob do what he would, determined to see how far a tropic horse’s +legs could keep him up; and, to my great amusement, he quietly leapt +the whole, descending five or six feet into a pool of mud, which shot +out over him and me, half blinding us for the moment; then slid away +on his haunches downward; picked himself up; and went on as usual, solemn, +patient, and seemingly stupid as any donkey.</p> +<p>We had some difficulty in finding our quest, the Salse, or mud-volcano. +But at last, out of a hut half buried in verdure on the edge of a little +clearing, there tumbled the quaintest little old black man, cutlass +in hand, and, without being asked, went on ahead as our guide. +Crook-backed, round-shouldered, his only dress a ragged shirt and ragged +pair of drawers, he had evidently thriven upon the forest life for many +a year. He did not walk nor run, but tumbled along in front of +us, his bare feet plashing from log to log and mud-heap to mud-heap, +his gray woolly head wagging right and left, and his cutlass brushing +almost instinctively at every bough he passed, while he turned round +every moment to jabber something, usually in Creole French, which, of +course, I could not understand.</p> +<p>He led us well, up and down, and at last over a flat of rich muddy +ground, full of huge trees, and of their roots likewise, where there +was no path at all. The solitude was awful; so was the darkness +of the shade; so was the stifling heat; and right glad we were when +we saw an opening in the trees, and the little man quickened his pace, +and stopped with an air of triumph not unmixed with awe on the edge +of a circular pool of mud and water some two or three acres in extent.</p> +<p>‘Dere de debbil’s woodyard,’ said he, with somewhat +bated breath. And no wonder; for a more doleful, uncanny, half-made +spot I never saw. The sad forest ringed it round with a green +wall, feathered down to the ugly mud, on which, partly perhaps from +its saltness, partly from the changeableness of the surface, no plant +would grow, save a few herbs and creepers which love the brackish water. +Only here and there an Echites had crawled out of the wood and lay along +the ground, its long shoots gay with large cream-coloured flowers and +pairs of glossy leaves; and on it, and on some dead brushwood, grew +a lovely little parasitic Orchis, an Oncidium, with tiny fans of leaves, +and flowers like swarms of yellow butterflies.</p> +<p>There was no track of man, not even a hunter’s footprint; but +instead, tracks of beasts in plenty. Deer, quenco, <a name="citation194a"></a><a href="#footnote194a">{194a}</a> +and lapo, <a name="citation194b"></a><a href="#footnote194b">{194b}</a> +with smaller animals, had been treading up and down, probably attracted +by the salt water. They were safe enough, the old man said. +No hunter dare approach the spot. There were ‘too much jumbies’ +here; and when one of the party expressed a wish to lie out there some +night, in the hope of good shooting, the Negro shook his head. +He would ‘not do that for all the world. De debbil come +out here at night, and walk about;’ and he was much scandalised +when the young gentleman rejoined that the chance of such a sight would +be an additional reason for bivouacking there.</p> +<p>So we walked out upon the mud, which was mostly hard enough, past +shallow pools of brackish water, smelling of asphalt, toward a group +of little mud-volcanoes on the farther side. These curious openings +into the nether-world are not permanent. They choke up after a +while, and fresh ones appear in another part of the area, thus keeping +the whole clear of plants.</p> +<p>They are each some two or three feet high, of the very finest mud, +which leaves no feeling of grit on the fingers or tongue, and dries, +of course, rapidly in the sun. On the top, or near the top, of +each is a round hole, a finger’s breadth, polished to exceeding +smoothness, and running down through the cone as far as we could dig. +From each oozes perpetually, with a clicking noise of gas-bubbles, water +and mud; and now and then, losing their temper, they spirt out their +dirt to a considerable height; a feat which we did not see performed, +but which is so common that we were in something like fear and trembling +while we opened a cone with our cutlasses. For though we could +hardly have been made dirtier than we were, an explosion in our faces +of mud with ‘a faint bituminous smell,’ and impregnated +with ‘common salt, a notable proportion of iodine, and a trace +of carbonate of soda and carbonate of lime,’ <a name="citation195"></a><a href="#footnote195">{195}</a> +would have been both unpleasant and humiliating. But the most +puzzling thing about the place is, that out of the mud comes up—not +jumbies, but—a multitude of small stones, like no stones in the +neighbourhood; we found concretions of iron sand, and scales which seemed +to have peeled off them; and pebbles, quartzose, or jasper, or like +in appearance to flint; but all evidently long rolled on a sea-beach. +Messrs. Wall and Sawkins mention pyrites and gypsum as being found: +but we saw none, as far as I recollect. All these must have been +carried up from a considerable depth by the force of the same gases +which make the little mud-volcanoes.</p> +<p>Now and then this ‘Salse,’ so quiet when we saw it, is +said to be seized with a violent paroxysm. Explosions are heard, +and large discharges of mud, and even flame, are said to appear. +Some seventeen years ago (according to Messrs. Wall and Sawkins) such +an explosion was heard six miles off; and next morning the surface was +found quite altered, and trees had disappeared, or been thrown down. +But—as they wisely say—the reports of the inhabitants must +be received with extreme caution. In the autumn of last year, +some such explosion is said to have taken place at the Cedros Salse, +a place so remote, unfortunately, that I could not visit it. The +Negroes and Coolies, the story goes, came running to the overseer at +the noise, assuring him that something terrible had happened; and when +he, in defiance of their fears, went off to the Salse, he found that +many tons of mud—I was told thousands—had been thrown out. +How true this may be, I cannot say. But Messrs. Wall and Sawkins +saw with their own eyes, in 1856, about two miles from this Cedros Salse, +the results of an explosion which had happened only two months before, +and of which they give a drawing. A surface two hundred feet round +had been upheaved fifteen feet, throwing the trees in every direction; +and the sham earthquake had shaken the ground for two hundred or three +hundred yards round, till the natives fancied that their huts were going +to fall.</p> +<p>There is a third Salse near Poole River, on the Upper Ortoire, which +is extinct, or at least quiescent; but this, also, I could not visit. +It is about seventeen miles from the sea, and about two hundred feet +above it. As for the causes of these Salses, I fear the reader +must be content, for the present, with a somewhat muddy explanation +of the muddy mystery. Messrs. Wall and Sawkins are inclined to +connect it with asphalt springs and pitch lakes. ‘There +is,’ they say, ‘easy gradation from the smaller Salses to +the ordinary naphtha or petroleum springs.’ It is certain +that in the production of asphalt, carbonic acid, carburetted hydrogen, +and water are given off. ‘May not,’ they ask, ‘these +orifices be the vents by which such gases escape? And in forcing +their way to the surface, is it not natural that the liquid asphalt +and slimy water should be drawn up and expelled?’ They point +out the fact, that wherever such volcanoes exist, asphalt or petroleum +is found hard by. The mud volcanoes of Turbaco, in New Granada, +famous from Humboldt’s description of them, lie in an asphaltic +country. They are much larger than those of Trinidad, the cones +being, some of them, twenty feet high. When Humboldt visited them +in 1801, they gave off hardly anything save nitrogen gas. But +in the year 1850, a ‘bituminous odour’ had begun to be diffused; +asphaltic oil swam on the surface of the small openings; and the gas +issuing from any of the cones could be ignited. Dr. Daubeny found +the mud-volcanoes of Macaluba giving out bitumen, and bubbles of carbonic +acid and carburetted hydrogen. The mud-volcano of Saman, in the +Western Caucasus, gives off, with a continual stream of thick mud, ignited +gases, accompanied with mimic earthquakes like those of the Trinidad +Salses; and this out of a soil said to be full of bituminous springs, +and where (as in Trinidad) the tertiary strata carry veins of asphalt, +or are saturated with naphtha. At the famous sacred Fire wells +of Baku, in the Eastern Caucasus, the ejections of mud and inflammable +gas are so mixed with asphaltic products that Eichwald says ‘they +should be rather called naphtha volcanoes than mud-volcanoes, as the +eruptions always terminate in a large emission of naphtha.’</p> +<p>It is reasonable enough, then, to suppose a similar connection in +Trinidad. But whence come, either in Trinidad or at Turbaco, the +sea-salts and the iodine? Certainly not from the sea itself, which +is distant, in the case of the Trinidad Salses, from two to seventeen +miles. It must exist already in the strata below. And the +ejected pebbles, which are evidently sea-worn, must form part of a tertiary +sea-beach, covered by sands, and covering, perhaps, in its turn, vegetable +<i>débris</i> which, as it is converted into asphalt, thrusts +the pebbles up to the surface.</p> +<p>We had to hurry away from the strange place; for night was falling +fast, or rather ready to fall, as always here, in a moment, without +twilight, and we were scarce out of the forest before it was dark. +The wild game were already moving, and a deer crossed our line of march, +close before one of the horses. However, we were not benighted; +for the sun was hardly down ere the moon rose, bright and full; and +we floundered home through the mud, to start again next morning into +mud again. Through rich rolling land covered with cane; past large +sugar-works, where crop-time and all its bustle was just beginning; +along a tramway, which made an excellent horse-road, and then along +one of the new roads, which are opening up the yet untouched riches +of this island. In this district alone, thirty-six miles of good +road and thirty bridges have been made, where formerly there were only +two abominable bridle-paths. It was a solid pleasure to see good +engineering round the hillsides; gullies, which but a year or two before +were break-neck scrambles into fords often impassable after all, bridged +with baulks of incorruptible timber, on piers sunk, to give a hold in +that sea of hasty pudding, sixteen feet below the river-bed; and side +supports sunk as far into the banks; a solid pleasure to congratulate +the warden (who had joined us) on his triumphs, and to hear how he had +sought for miles around in the hasty-pudding sea, ere he could find +either gravel or stone for road metal, and had found it after all; or +how in places, finding no stone at all, he had been forced to metal +the way with burnt clay, which, as I can testify, is an excellent substitute; +or how again he had coaxed and patted the too-comfortable natives into +being well paid for doing the very road-making which, if they had any +notion of their own interests, they would combine to do for themselves. +And so we rode on chatting,</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p> ‘While all the land,<br />Beneath a broad +and equal-blowing breeze,<br />Smelt of the coming summer;’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>for it was winter then, and only 80° in the shade, till the road +entered the virgin forest, through which it has been driven, on the +American principle of making land valuable by beginning with a road, +and expecting settlers to follow it. Some such settlers we found, +clearing right and left; among them a most satisfactory sight; namely, +more than one Coolie family, who had served their apprenticeship, saved +money, bought Government land, and set up as yeomen; the foundation, +it is to be hoped, of a class of intelligent and civilised peasant proprietors. +These men, as soon as they have cleared as much land as their wives +and children, with their help, can keep in order, go off, usually, in +gangs of ten to fifteen, to work, in many instances, on the estates +from which they originally came. This fact practically refutes +the opinion which was at first held by some attorneys and managers of +sugar-estates, that the settling of free Indian immigrants would materially +affect the labour supply of the colony. I must express an earnest +hope that neither will any planters be short-sighted enough to urge +such a theory on the present Governor, nor will the present Governor +give ear to it. The colony at large must gain by the settlement +of Crown lands by civilised people like the Hindoos, if it be only through +the increased exports and imports; while the sugar-estates will become +more and more sure of a constant supply of labour, without the heavy +expense of importing fresh immigrants. I am assured that the only +expense to the colony is the fee for survey, amounting to eighteen dollars +for a ten-acre allotment, as the Coolie prefers the thinly-wooded and +comparatively poor lands, from the greater facility of clearing them; +and these lands are quite unsaleable to other customers. Therefore, +for less than £4, an acclimatised Indian labourer with his family +(and it must be remembered that, while the Negro families increase very +slowly, the Coolies increase very rapidly, being more kind and careful +parents) are permanently settled in the colony, the man to work five +days a week on sugar-estates, the family to grow provisions for the +market, instead of being shipped back to India at a cost, including +gratuities and etceteras, of not less than £50.</p> +<p>One clearing we reached—were I five-and-twenty I should like +to make just such another next to it—of a higher class still. +A cultivated Scotchman, now no longer young, but hale and mighty, had +taken up three hundred acres, and already cleared a hundred and fifty; +and there he intended to pass the rest of a busy life, not under his +own vine and fig-tree, but under his own castor-oil and cacao-tree. +We were welcomed by as noble a Scot’s face as I ever saw, and +as keen a Scot’s eye; and taken in and fed, horses and men, even +too sumptuously, in a palm and timber house. Then we wandered +out to see the site of his intended mansion, with the rich wooded hills +of the Latagual to the north, and all around the unbroken forest, where, +he told us, the howling monkeys shouted defiance morning and evening +at him who did</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Invade their ancient solitary reign.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>Then we went down to see the Coolie barracks, where the folk seemed +as happy and well cared for as they were certain to be under such a +master; then down a rocky pool in the river, jammed with bare white +logs (as in some North American forest), which had been stopped in flood +by one enormous trunk across the stream; then back past the site of +the ajoupa which had been our host’s first shelter, and which +had disappeared by a cause strange enough to English ears. An +enormous silk-cotton near by was felled, in spite of the Negroes’ +fears. Its boughs, when it fell, did not reach the ajoupa by twenty +feet or more; but the wind of its fall did, and blew the hut clean away. +This may sound like a story out of Munchausen: but there was no doubt +of the fact; and to us who saw the size of the tree which did the deed +it seemed probable enough.</p> +<p>We rode away again, and into the ‘Morichal,’ the hills +where Moriche palms are found; to see certain springs and a certain +tree; and well worth seeing they were. Out of the base of a limestone +hill, amid delicate ferns, under the shade of enormous trees, a clear +pool bubbled up and ran away, a stream from its very birth, as is the +wont of limestone springs. It was a spot fit for a Greek nymph; +at least for an Indian damsel: but the nymph who came to draw water +in a tin bucket, and stared stupidly and saucily at us, was anything +but Greek, or even Indian, either in costume or manners. Be it +so. White men are responsible for her being there; so white men +must not complain. Then we went in search of the tree. We +had passed, as we rode up, some Huras (Sandbox-trees) which would have +been considered giants in England; and I had been laughed at more than +once for asking, ‘Is that the tree, or that?’ I soon +knew why. We scrambled up a steep bank of broken limestone, through +ferns and Balisiers, for perhaps a hundred feet; and then were suddenly +aware of a bole which justified the saying of one of our party—that, +when surveying for a road he had come suddenly on it, he ‘felt +as if he had run against a church tower.’ It was a Hura, +seemingly healthy, undecayed, and growing vigorously. Its girth—we +measured it carefully—was forty-four feet, six feet from the ground, +and as I laid my face against it and looked up, I seemed to be looking +up a ship’s side. It was perfectly cylindrical, branchless, +and smooth, save, of course, the tiny prickles which beset the bark, +for a height at which we could not guess, but which we luckily had an +opportunity of measuring. A wild pine grew in the lowest fork, +and had kindly let down an air-root into the soil. We tightened +the root, set it perpendicular, cut it off exactly where it touched +the ground, and then pulled carefully till we brought the plant and +half a dozen more strange vegetables down on our heads. The length +of the air-root was just seventy-five feet. Some twenty feet or +more above that first fork was a second fork; and then the tree began. +Where its head was we could not see. We could only, by laying +our faces against the bole and looking up, discern a wilderness of boughs +carrying a green cloud of leaves, most of them too high for us to discern +their shape without the glasses. We walked up the slope, and round +about, in hopes of seeing the head of the tree clear enough to guess +at its total height: but in vain. It was only when we had ridden +some half mile up the hill that we could discern its masses rising, +a bright green mound, above the darker foliage of the forest. +It looked of any height, from one hundred and fifty to two hundred feet; +less it could hardly be. ‘It made,’ says a note by +one of our party, ‘other huge trees look like shrubs.’ +I am not surprised that my friend Mr. St. Luce D’Abadie, who measured +the tree since my departure, found it to be one hundred and ninety-two +feet in height.</p> +<p>I was assured that there were still larger trees in the island. +A certain Locust-tree and a Ceiba were mentioned. The Moras, too, +of the southern hills, were said to be far taller. And I can well +believe it; for if huge trees were as shrubs beside that Sandbox, it +would be a shrub by the side of those Locusts figured by Spix and Martius, +which fifteen Indians with outstretched arms could just embrace. +At the bottom they were eighty-four feet round, and sixty where the +boles became cylindrical. By counting the rings of such parts +as could be reached, they arrived at the conclusion that they were of +the age of Homer, and 332 years old in the days of Pythagoras. +One estimate, indeed, reduced their antiquity to 2052 years old; while +another (counting, I presume, two rings of fresh wood for every year) +carried it up to 4104.</p> +<p>So we rode on and up the hills, by green and flowery paths, with +here and there a cottage and a garden, and groups of enormous Palmistes +towering over the tree-tops in every glen, talking over that wondrous +weed, whose head we saw still far below. For weed it is, and nothing +more. The wood is soft and almost useless, save for firing; and +the tree itself, botanists tell us, is neither more nor less than a +gigantic Spurge, the cousin-german of the milky garden weeds with which +boys burn away their warts. But if the modern theory be true, +that when we speak (as we are forced to speak) of the relationships +of plants, we use no metaphor, but state an actual fact; that the groups +into which we are forced to arrange them indicate not merely similarity +of type, but community of descent—then how wonderful is the kindred +between the Spurge and the Hura—indeed, between all the members +of the Euphorbiaceous group, so fantastically various in outward form; +so abundant, often huge, in the Tropics, while in our remote northern +island their only representatives are a few weedy Spurges, two Dog’s +Mercuries—weeds likewise—and the Box. Wonderful it +is if only these last have had the same parentage—still more if +they have had the same parentage, too, with forms so utterly different +from them as the prickly-stemmed scarlet-flowered Euphorbia common in +our hothouses; as the huge succulent cactus-like Euphorbia of the Canary +Islands; as the gale-like Phyllanthus; the many-formed Crotons, which +in the West Indies alone comprise, according to Griesbach, at least +twelve genera and thirty species; the hemp-like Maniocs, Physic-nuts, +Castor-oils; the scarlet Poinsettia which adorns dinner-tables in winter; +the pretty little pink and yellow Dalechampia, now common in hothouses; +the Manchineel, with its glossy poplar-like leaves; and this very Hura, +with leaves still more like a poplar, and a fruit which differs from +most of its family in having not three but many divisions, usually a +multiple of three up to fifteen; a fruit which it is difficult to obtain, +even where the tree is plentiful: for hanging at the end of long branches, +it bursts when ripe with a crack like a pistol, scattering its seeds +far and wide: from whence its name of <i>Hura crepitans.</i></p> +<p>But what if all these forms are the descendants of one original form? +Would that be one whit more wonderful, more inexplicable, than the theory +that they were each and all, with their minute and often imaginary shades +of difference, created separately and at once? But if it be—which +I cannot allow—what can the theologian say, save that God’s +works are even more wonderful than we always believed them to be? +As for the theory being impossible: who are we, that we should limit +the power of God? ‘Is anything too hard for the Lord?’ +asked the prophet of old; and we have a right to ask it as long as time +shall last. If it be said that natural selection is too simple +a cause to produce such fantastic variety: we always knew that God works +by very simple, or seemingly simple, means; that the universe, as far +as we could discern it, was one organisation of the most simple means; +it was wonderful (or ought to have been) in our eyes, that a shower +of rain should make the grass grow, and that the grass should become +flesh, and the flesh food for the thinking brain of man; it was (or +ought to have been) yet more wonderful in our eyes, that a child should +resemble its parents, or even a butterfly resemble—if not always, +still usually—its parents likewise. Ought God to appear +less or more august in our eyes if we discover that His means are even +simpler than we supposed? We hold Him to be almighty and allwise. +Are we to reverence Him less or more if we find that His might is greater, +His wisdom deeper, than we had ever dreamed? We believed that +His care was over all His works; that His providence watched perpetually +over the universe. We were taught, some of us at least, by Holy +Scripture, to believe that the whole history of the universe was made +up of special providences: if, then, that should be true which Mr. Darwin +says—‘It may be metaphorically said that natural selection +is daily and hourly scrutinising, throughout the world, every variation, +even the slightest; rejecting that which is bad, preserving and adding +up all that is good; silently and insensibly working, whenever and wherever +opportunity offers, at the improvement of each organic being in relation +to its organic and inorganic conditions of life,’—if this, +I say, were proved to be true, ought God’s care, God’s providence, +to seem less or more magnificent in our eyes? Of old it was said +by Him without whom nothing is made—‘My Father worketh hitherto, +and I work.’ Shall we quarrel with physical science, if +she gives us evidence that these words are true? And if it should +be proven that the gigantic Hura and the lowly Spurge sprang from one +common ancestor, what would the orthodox theologian have to say to it, +saving—‘I always knew that God was great: and I am not surprised +to find Him greater than I thought Him’?</p> +<p>So much for the giant weed of the Morichal, from which we rode on +and up through rolling country growing lovelier at every step, and turned +out of our way to see wild pine-apples in a sandy spot, or ‘Arenal’ +in a valley beneath. The meeting of the stiff marl and the fine +sand was abrupt, and well marked by the vegetation. On one side +of the ravine the tall fan-leaved Carats marked the rich soil; on the +other, the sand and gravel loving Cocorites appeared at once, crowding +their ostrich plumes together. Most of them were the common species +of the island <a name="citation202a"></a><a href="#footnote202a">{202a}</a> +in which the pinnæ of the leaves grow in fours and fives, and +at different angles from the leaf-stalk, giving the whole a brushy appearance, +which takes off somewhat from the perfectness of its beauty. But +among them we saw—for the first and last time in the forest—a +few of a far more beautiful species, <a name="citation202b"></a><a href="#footnote202b">{202b}</a> +common on the mainland. In it, the pinnæ are set on all +at the same distance apart, and all in the same plane, in opposite sides +of the stalk, giving to the whole foliage a grand simplicity; and producing, +when the curving leaf-points toss in the breeze, that curious appearance, +which I mentioned in an earlier chapter, of green glass wheels with +rapidly revolving spokes. At their feet grew the pine-apples, +only in flower or unripe fruit, so that we could not quench our thirst +with them, and only looked with curiosity at the small wild type of +so famous a plant. But close by, and happily nearly ripe, we found +a fair substitute for pine-apples in the fruit of the Karatas. +This form of Bromelia, closely allied to the Pinguin of which hedges +are made, bears a straggling plume of prickly leaves, six or eight feet +long each, close to the ground. The forester looks for a plant +in which the leaves droop outwards—a sign that the fruit is ripe. +After beating it cautiously (for snakes are very fond of coiling under +its shade) he opens the centre, and finds, close to the ground, a group +of whitish fruits, nearly two inches long; peels carefully off the skin, +which is beset with innumerable sharp hairs, and eats the sour-sweet +refreshing pulp: but not too often, for there are always hairs enough +left to make the tongue bleed if more than one or two are eaten.</p> +<p>With lips somewhat less parched, we rode away again to see the sight +of the day; and a right pleasant sight it was. These Montserrat +hills had been, within the last three years, almost the most lawless +and neglected part of the island. Principally by the energy and +tact of one man, the wild inhabitants had been conciliated, brought +under law, and made to pay their light taxes, in return for a safety +and comfort enjoyed perhaps by no other peasants on earth.</p> +<p>A few words on the excellent system, which bids fair to establish +in this colony a thriving and loyal peasant proprietary. Up to +1847 Crown lands were seldom alienated. In that year a price was +set upon them, and persons in illegal occupation ordered to petition +for their holdings. Unfortunately, though a time was fixed for +petitioning, no time was fixed for paying; and consequently the vast +majority of petitioners never took any further steps in the matter. +Unfortunately, too, the price fixed—£2 per acre—was +too high; and squatting went on much as before.</p> +<p>It appeared to the late Governor that this evil would best be dealt +with experimentally and locally; and he accordingly erected the chief +squatting district, Montserrat, into a ward, giving the warden large +discretionary powers as Commissioner of Crown lands. The price +of Crown lands was reduced, in 1869, to £1 per acre; and the Montserrat +system extended, as far as possible, to other wards; a movement which +the results fully justified.</p> +<p>In 1867 there were in Montserrat 400 squatters, holding lands of +from 3 to 120 acres, planted with cacao, coffee, or provisions. +Some of the cacao plantations were valued at £1000. These +people lived without paying taxes, and almost without law or religion. +The Crown woods had been, of course, sadly plundered by squatters, and +by others who should have known better. At every turn magnificent +cedars might have been seen levelled by the axe, only a few feet of +the trunk being used to make boards and shingles, while the greater +part was left to rot or burn. These irregularities have been now +almost stopped; and 266 persons, in Montserrat alone, have taken out +grants of land, some of 400 acres. But this by no means represents +the number of purchasers, as nearly an equal number have paid for their +estates, though they have not yet received their grants, and nearly +500 more have made application. Two villages have been formed; +one of which is that where we rested, containing the church. The +other contains the warden’s residence and office, the police-station, +and a numerously attended school.</p> +<p>The squatters are of many races, and of many hues of black and brown. +The half-breeds from the neighbouring coast of Venezuela, a mixture, +probably, of Spanish, Negro, and Indian, are among the most industrious; +and their cacao plantations, in some cases, hold 8000 to 10,000 trees. +The south-west corner of Montserrat <a name="citation204"></a><a href="#footnote204">{204}</a> +is almost entirely settled by Africans of various tribes—Mandingos, +Foulahs, Homas, Yarribas, Ashantees, and Congos. The last occupy +the lowest position in the social scale. They lead, for the most +part, a semi-barbarous life, dwelling in miserable huts, and subsisting +on the produce of an acre or two of badly cultivated land, eked out +with the pay of an occasional day’s labour on some neighbouring +estate. The social position of some of the Yarribas forms a marked +contrast to that of the Congos. They inhabit houses of cedar, +or other substantial materials. Their gardens are, for the most +part, well stocked and kept. They raise crops of yam, cassava, +Indian corn, etc.; and some of them subscribe to a fund on which they +may draw in case of illness or misfortune. They are, however (as +is to be expected from superior intellect while still uncivilised), +more difficult to manage than the Congos, and highly impatient of control.</p> +<p>These Africans, Mr. Mitchell says, all belong nominally to some denomination +of Christianity; but their lives are more influenced by their belief +in Obeah. While the precepts of religion are little regarded, +they stand in mortal dread of those who practise this mischievous imposture. +Well might the Commissioner say, in 1867, that several years must elapse +before the chaos which reigned could be reduced to order. The +wonder is, that in three years so much has been done. It was very +difficult, at first, even to find the whereabouts of many of the squatters. +The Commissioner had to work by compass through the pathless forest. +Getting little or no food but cassava cakes and ‘guango’ +of maize, and now and then a little coffee and salt fish, without time +to hunt the game which passed him, and continually wet through, he stumbled +in suddenly on one squatting after another, to the astonishment of its +owner, who could not conceive how he had been found out, and had never +before seen a white man alone in the forest. Sometimes he was +in considerable danger of a rough reception from people who could not +at first understand what they had to gain by getting legal titles, and +buying the lands the fruit of which they had enjoyed either for nothing, +or for payment of a small annual assessment for the cultivated portion. +In another quarter—Toco—a notoriously lawless squatter had +expressed his intention of shooting the Government official. The +white gentleman walked straight up to the little forest fortress hidden +in bush, and confronted the Negro, who had gun in hand.</p> +<p>‘I could have shot you if I had liked, buccra.’</p> +<p>‘No, you could not. I should have cut you down first: +so don’t play the fool,’ answered the official quietly, +hand on cutlass.</p> +<p>The wild man gave in; paid his rates; received the Crown title for +his land; and became (as have all these sons of the forest) fast friends +with one whom they have learnt at once to love and fear.</p> +<p>But among the Montserrat hills, the Governor had struck on a spot +so fit for a new settlement, that he determined to found one forthwith. +The quick-eyed Jesuits had founded a mission on the same spot many years +before. But all had lapsed again into forest. A group of +enormous Palmistes stands on a plateau, flat, and yet lofty and healthy. +The soil is exceeding fertile. There are wells and brooks of pure +water all around. The land slopes down for hundreds of feet in +wooded gorges, full of cedar and other admirable timber, with Palmistes +towering over them everywhere. Far away lies the lowland; and +every breeze of heaven sweeps over the crests of the hills. So +one peculiarly tall palm was chosen for a central landmark, an ornament +to the town square such as no capital in Europe can boast. Traces +were cut, streets laid out, lots of Crown lands put up for sale, and +settlers invited in the name of the Government.</p> +<p>Scarcely eighteen months had passed since then, and already there +Mitchell Street, Violin Street, Duboulay Street, Farfan Street, had +each its new houses built of cedar and thatched with palm. Two +Chinese shops had Celestials with pigtails and thick-soled shoes grinning +behind cedar counters, among stores of Bryant’s safety matches, +Huntley and Palmers’ biscuits, and Allsopp’s pale ale. +A church had been built, the shell at least, and partly floored, with +a very simple, but not tasteless, altar; the Abbé had a good +house, with a gallery, jalousies, and white china handles to the doors. +The mighty palm in the centre of Gordon Square had a neat railing round +it, as befitted the Palladium of the village. Behind the houses, +among the stumps of huge trees, maize and cassava, pigeon-peas and sweet +potatoes, fattened in the sun, on ground which till then had been shrouded +by vegetation a hundred feet thick; and as we sat at the head man’s +house, with French and English prints upon the walls, and drank beer +from a Chinese shop, and looked out upon the loyal, thriving little +settlement, I envied the two young men who could say, ‘At least, +we have not lived in vain; for we have made this out of the primeval +forest.’ Then on again. ‘We mounted’ (I +quote now from the notes of one to whom the existence of the settlement +was due) ‘to the crest of the hills, and had a noble view southwards, +looking over the rich mass of dark wood, flecked here and there with +a scarlet stain of Bois Immortelle, to the great sea of bright green +sugar cultivation in the Naparimas, studded by white works and villages, +and backed far off by a hazy line of forest, out of which rose the peaks +of the Moruga Mountains. More to the west lay San Fernando hill, +the calm gulf, and the coast toward La Brea and Cedros melting into +mist. M--- thought we should get a better view of the northern +mountains by riding up to old Nicano’s house; so we went thither, +under the cacao rich with yellow and purple pods. The view was +fine: but the northern range, though visible, was rather too indistinct, +and the mainland was not to be seen at all.’</p> +<p>Nevertheless, the panorama from the top of Montserrat is at once +the most vast, and the most lovely, which I have ever seen. And +whosoever chooses to go and live there may buy any reasonable quantity +of the richest soil at £1 per acre.</p> +<p>Then down off the ridge, toward the northern lowland, lay a headlong +old Indian path, by which we travelled, at last, across a rocky brook, +and into a fresh paradise.</p> +<p>I must be excused for using this word so often: but I use it in the +original Persian sense, as a place in which natural beauty has been +helped by art. An English park or garden would have been called +of old a paradise; and the <i>enceinte</i> of a West Indian house, even +in its present half-wild condition, well deserves the same title. +That Art can help Nature there can be no doubt. ‘The perfection +of Nature’ exists only in the minds of sentimentalists, and of +certain well-meaning persons, who assert the perfection of Nature when +they wish to controvert science, and deny it when they wish to prove +this earth fallen and accursed. Mr. Nesfield can make landscapes, +by obedience to certain laws which Nature is apt to disregard in the +struggle for existence, more beautiful than they are already by Nature; +and that without introducing foreign forms of vegetation. But +if foreign forms, wisely chosen for their shapes and colours, be added, +the beauty may be indefinitely increased. For the plants most +capable of beautifying any given spot do not always grow therein, simply +because they have not yet arrived there; as may be seen by comparing +any wood planted with Rhododendrons and Azaleas with the neighbouring +wood in its native state. Thus may be obtained somewhat of that +variety and richness which is wanting everywhere, more or less, in the +vegetation of our northern zone, only just recovering slowly from the +destructive catastrophe of the glacial epoch; a richness which, small +as it is, vanishes as we travel northward, till the drear landscape +is sheeted more and more with monotonous multitudes of heather, grass, +fir, or other social plants.</p> +<p>But even in the Tropics the virgin forest, beautiful as it is, is +without doubt much less beautiful, both in form and colours, than it +might be made. Without doubt, also, a mere clearing, after a few +years, is a more beautiful place than the forest; because by it distance +is given, and you are enabled to see the sky, and the forest itself +beside; because new plants, and some of them very handsome ones, are +introduced by cultivation, or spring up in the rastrajo; and lastly, +but not least, because the forest on the edge of the clearing is able +to feather down to the ground, and change what is at first a bare tangle +of stems and boughs into a softly rounded bank of verdure and flowers. +When, in some future civilisation, the art which has produced, not merely +a Chatsworth or a Dropmore, but an average English shrubbery or park, +is brought to bear on tropic vegetation, then Nature, always willing +to obey when conquered by fair means, will produce such effects of form +and colour around tropic estates and cities as we cannot fancy for ourselves.</p> +<p>Mr. Wallace laments (and rightly) the absence in the tropic forests +of such grand masses of colour as are supplied by a heather moor, a +furze or broom-croft, a field of yellow charlock, blue bugloss, or scarlet +poppy. Tropic landscape gardening will supply that defect; and +a hundred plants of yellow Allamanda, or purple Dolichos, or blue Clitoria, +or crimson Norantea, set side by side, as we might use a hundred Calceolarias +or Geraniums, will carry up the forest walls, and over the tree-tops, +not square yards, but I had almost said square acres of richest positive +colour. I can conceive no limit to the effects—always heightened +by the intense sunlight and the peculiar tenderness of the distances—which +landscape gardening will produce when once it is brought to bear on +such material as it has never yet attempted to touch, at least in the +West Indies, save in the Botanic Garden at Port of Spain.</p> +<p>And thus the little paradise at Tortuga to which we descended to +sleep, though cleared out without any regard to art, was far more beautiful +than the forest out of which it had been hewn three years before. +The two first settlers regretted the days when the house was a mere +palm-thatched hut, where they sat on stumps which would not balance, +and ate potted meat with their pocket knives. But it had grown +now into a grand place, fit to receive ladies: such a house, or rather +shed, as those South Sea Island ones which may be seen in Hodges’ +illustrations to <i>Cook’s Voyages</i>, save that a couple of +bedrooms have been boarded off at the back, a little office on one side, +and a bulwark, like that of a ship, put round the gallery. And +as we looked down through the purple gorges, and up at the mountain +woods, over which the stars were flashing out blight and fast, and listened +to the soft strange notes of the forest birds going to roost, again +the thought came over me—Why should not gentlemen and ladies come +to such spots as these to live ‘the Gentle Life’?</p> +<p>We slept that night, some in beds, some in hammocks, some on the +floor, with the rich warm night wind rushing down through all the house; +and then were up once more in the darkness of the dawn, to go down and +bathe at a little cascade, where a feeble stream dribbled under ferns +and balisiers over soft square limestone rocks like the artificial rocks +of the Serpentine, and those—copied probably from the rocks of +Fontainebleau—which one sees in old French landscapes. But +a bathe was hardly necessary. So drenched was the vegetation with +night dew, that if one had taken off one’s clothes at the house, +and simply walked under the bananas, and through the tanias and maize +which grew among them, one would have been well washed ere one reached +the stream. As it was, the bathers came back with their clothes +wet through. No matter. The sun was up, and half an hour +would dry all again.</p> +<p>One object, on the edge of the forest, was worth noticing, and was +watched long through the glasses; namely, two or three large trees, +from which dangled a multitude of the pendant nests of the Merles: <a name="citation209"></a><a href="#footnote209">{209}</a> +birds of the size of a jackdaw, brown and yellow, and mocking-birds, +too, of no small ability. The pouches, two feet long and more, +swayed in the breeze, fastened to the end of the boughs with a few threads. +Each had, about half-way down, an opening into the round sac below, +in and out of which the Merles crept and fluttered, talking all the +while in twenty different notes. Most tropic birds hide their +nests carefully in the bush: the Merles hang theirs fearlessly in the +most exposed situations. They find, I presume, that they are protected +enough from monkeys, wild cats, and gato-melaos (a sort of ferret) by +being hung at the extremity of the bough. So thinks M. Léotaud, +the accomplished describer of the birds of Trinidad. But he adds +with good reason: ‘I do not, however, understand how birds can +protect their nestlings against ants; for so large is the number of +these insects in our climes, that it would seem as if everything would +become their prey.’</p> +<p>And so everything will, unless the bird murder be stopped. +Already the parasol-ants have formed a warren close to Port of Spain, +in what was forty years ago highly cultivated ground, from which they +devastate at night the northern gardens. The forests seem as empty +of birds as the neighbourhood of the city; and a sad answer will soon +have to be given to M. Léotaud’s question:—</p> +<p>‘The insectivorous tribes are the true representatives of our +ornithology. There are so many which feed on insects and their +larvæ, that it may be asked with much reason, What would become +of our vegetation, of ourselves, should these insect destroyers disappear? +Everywhere may be seen’ (M. L. speaks, I presume, of five-and-twenty +years ago: my experience would make me substitute for his words, ‘Hardly +anywhere can be seen’) ‘one of these insectivora in pursuit +or seizure of its prey, either on the wing or on the trunks of trees, +in the coverts of thickets or in the calices of flowers. Whenever +called to witness one of those frequent migrations from one point to +another, so often practised by ants, not only can the Dendrocolaptes +(connected with our Creepers) be seen following the moving trail, and +preying on the ants and the eggs themselves, but even the black Tanager +abandons his usual fruits for this more tempting delicacy. Our +frugivorous and baccivorous genera are also pretty numerous, and most +of them are so fond of insect food that they unite, as occasion offers, +with the insectivorous tribes.’</p> +<p>So it was once. Now a traveller, accustomed to the swarms of +birds which, not counting the game, inhabit an average English cover, +would be surprised and pained by the scarcity of birds in the forests +of this island.</p> +<p>We rode down toward the northern lowland, along a broad new road +of last year’s making, terraced, with great labour, along the +hill, and stopped to visit one of those excellent Government schools +which do honour, first to that wise legislator, Lord Harris, and next +to the late Governor. Here, in the depths of the forest, where +never policeman or schoolmaster had been before, was a house of satin-wood +and cedar not two years old, used at once as police-station and school, +with a shrewd Spanish-speaking schoolmaster, and fifty-two decent little +brown children on the school-books, and getting, when their lazy parents +will send them, as good an education as they would get in England. +I shall have more to say on the education system of Trinidad. +All it seems to me to want, with its late modifications, is compulsory +attendance.</p> +<p>Soon turning down an old Indian path, we saw the Gulf once more, +and between us and it the sheet of cane cultivation, of which one estate +ran up to our feet, ‘like a bright green bay entered by a narrow +strait among the dark forest.’ Just before we came to it +we passed another pleasant sight: more Coolie settlers, who had had +lands granted them in lieu of the return passage to which they were +entitled, were all busily felling wood, putting up bamboo and palm-leaf +cabins, and settling themselves down, each one his own master, yet near +enough to the sugar-estates below to get remunerative work whenever +needful.</p> +<p>Then on, over slow miles (you must not trot beneath the burning mid-day +sun) of sandy stifling flat, between high canes, till we saw with joy, +through long vistas of straight traces, the mangrove shrubbery which +marked the sea. We turned into large sugar-works, to be cooled +with sherry and ice by a hospitable manager, whose rooms were hung with +good prints, and stored with good books and knick-knacks from Europe, +showing the signs of a lady’s hand. And here our party broke +up. The rest carried their mud back to Port of Spain; I in the +opposite direction back to San Fernando, down a little creek which served +as a port to the estate.</p> +<p>Plastered up to the middle like the rest of the party, besides splashes +over face and hat, I could get no dirtier than I was already. +I got without compunction into a canoe some three feet wide; and was +shoved by three Negroes down a long winding ditch of mingled mud, water, +and mangrove-roots. To keep one’s self and one’s luggage +from falling out during the journey was no easy matter; at one moment, +indeed, it threatened to become impossible. For where the mangroves +opened on the sea, the creek itself turned sharply northward along shore, +leaving (as usual) a bed of mud between it and the sea some quarter +of a mile broad; across which we had to pass as a short cut to the boat, +which lay far out. The difficulty was, of course, to get the canoe +out of the creek up the steep mud-bank. To that end she was turned +on her side, with me on board. I could just manage, by jamming +my luggage under my knees, and myself against the two gunwales, to keep +in, holding on chiefly by my heels and the back of my neck. But +it befell, that in the very agony of the steepest slope, when the Negroes +(who worked like really good fellows) were nigh waist-deep in mud, my +eye fell, for the first time in my life, on a party of Calling Crabs, +who had been down to the water to fish, and were now scuttling up to +their burrows among the mangrove-roots; and at the sight of the pairs +of long-stalked eyes, standing upright like a pair of opera-glasses, +and the long single arms which each brandished, with frightful menaces, +as of infuriated Nelsons, I burst into such a fit of laughter that I +nearly fell out into the mud. The Negroes thought for the instant +that the ‘buccra parson’ had gone mad: but when I pointed +with my head (I dare not move a finger) to the crabs, off they went +in a true Negro guffaw, which, when once begun, goes on and on, like +thunder echoing round the mountains, and can no more stop itself than +a Blackcap’s song. So all the way across the mud the jolly +fellows, working meanwhile like horses, laughed for the mere pleasure +of laughing; and when we got to the boat the Negro in charge of her +saw us laughing, and laughed too for company, without waiting to hear +the joke; and as two of them took the canoe home, we could hear them +laughing still in the distance, till the lonely loathsome place rang +again. I plead guilty to having given the men, as payment, not +only for their work but for their jollity, just twice what they asked, +which, after all, was very little.</p> +<p>But what are Calling Crabs? I must ask the reader to conceive +a moderate-sized crab, the front of whose carapace is very broad and +almost straight, with a channel along it, in which lie, right and left, +his two eyes, each on a footstalk half as long as the breadth of his +body; so that the crab, when at rest, carries his eyes as epaulettes, +and peeps out at the joint of each shoulder. But when business +is to be done, the eye-stalks jump bolt upright side by side, like a +pair of little lighthouses, and survey the field of battle in a fashion +utterly ludicrous. Moreover, as if he were not ridiculous enough +even thus, he is (as Mr. Wood well puts it) like a small man gifted +with one arm of Hercules, and another of Tom Thumb. One of his +claw arms, generally the left, has dwindled to a mere nothing, and is +not seen; while along the whole front of his shell lies folded one mighty +right arm, on which he trusts; and with that arm, when danger appears, +he beckons the enemy to come on, with such wild defiance, that he has +gained therefrom the name of <i>Gelasimus Vocans</i> (‘The Calling +Laughable’); and it were well if all scientific names were as +well fitted. He is, as might be guessed, a shrewd fighter, and +uses the true old ‘Bristol guard’ in boxing, holding his +long arm across his body, and fencing and biting therewith swiftly and +sharply enough. Moreover, he is a respectable animal, and has +a wife, and takes care of her; and to see him in his glory, it is said, +he should be watched sitting in the mouth of his ‘burrow, his +spouse packed safe behind him inside, while he beckons and brandishes, +proclaiming to all passers-by the treasure which he protects, while +he defies them to touch it.</p> +<p>Such is the ‘Calling Crab,’ of whom I must say, that +if he was not made on purpose to be laughed at, then I should be induced +to suspect that nothing was made for any purpose whatsoever.</p> +<p>After which sight, and weary of waiting, not without some fear that—as +the Negroes would have put it—‘If I tap da wan momant ma, +I catch da confection,’ while, of course, a bucket or two of hot +water was emptied on us out of a passing cloud, I got on board the steamer, +and away to San Fernando, to wash away dirt and forget fatigue, amid +the hospitality of educated and high-minded men, and of even more charming +women.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XI: THE NORTHERN MOUNTAINS</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>I had heard and read much of the beauty of mountain scenery in the +Tropics. What I had heard and read is not exaggerated. I +saw, it is true, in this little island no Andes, with such a scenery +among them and below them as Humboldt alone can describe—a type +of the great and varied tropical world as utterly different from that +of Trinidad as it is from that of Kent—or Siberia. I had +not even the chance of such a view as that from the Silla of Caraccas +described by Humboldt, from which you look down at a height of nearly +six thousand feet, through layer after layer of floating cloud, which +increases the seeming distance to an awful depth, upon the blazing shores +of the Northern Sea.</p> +<p>That view our host and his suite had seen themselves the year before; +and they assured me that Humboldt had not overstated its grandeur. +The mountains of Trinidad do not much exceed three thousand feet in +height, and I could hope at most to see among them what my fancy had +pictured among the serrated chines and green gorges of St. Vincent, +Guadaloupe, and St. Lucia, hanging gardens compared with which those +of Babylon of old must have been Cockney mounds. The rock among +these mountains, as I have said already, is very seldom laid bare. +Decomposed rapidly by the tropic rain and heat, it forms, even on the +steepest slopes, a mass of soil many feet in depth, ever increasing, +and ever sliding into the valleys, mingled with blocks and slabs of +rock still undecomposed. The waste must be enormous now. +Were the forests cleared, and the soil no longer protected by the leaves +and bound together by the roots, it would increase at a pace of which +we in this temperate zone can form no notion, and the whole mountain-range +slide down in deluges of mud, as, even in the temperate zone, the Mont +Ventoux and other hills in Provence are sliding now, since they have +been rashly cleared of their primeval coat of woodland.</p> +<p>To this degrading influence of mere rain and air must be attributed, +I think, those vast deposits of boulder which encumber the mouths of +all the southern glens, sometimes to a height of several hundred feet. +Did one meet them in Scotland, one would pronounce them at once to be +old glacier-moraines. But Messrs. Wall and Sawkins, in their geological +survey of this island, have abstained from expressing any such opinion; +and I think wisely. They are more simply explained as the mere +leavings of the old sea-worn mountain wall, at a time when the Orinoco, +or the sea, lay along their southern, as it now does along their northern, +side. The terraces in which they rise mark successive periods +of upheaval; and how long these periods were, no reasonable man dare +guess. But as for traces of ice-action, none, as far as I can +ascertain, have yet been met with. He would be a bold man who +should deny that, during the abyss of ages, a cold epoch may have spread +ice over part of that wide land which certainly once existed to the +north of Trinidad and the Spanish Main: but if so, its traces are utterly +obliterated. The commencement of the glacial epoch, as far as +Trinidad is concerned, may be safely referred to the discovery of Wenham +Lake ice, and the effects thereof sought solely in the human stomach +and the increase of Messrs. Haley’s well-earned profits. +Is it owing to this absence of any ice-action that there are no lakes, +not even a tarn, in the northern mountains? Far be it from me +to thrust my somewhat empty head into the battle which has raged for +some time past between those who attribute all lakes to the scooping +action of glaciers and those who attribute them to original depressions +in the earth’s surface: but it was impossible not to contrast +the lakeless mountains of Trinidad with the mountains of Kerry, resembling +them so nearly in shape and size, but swarming with lakes and tarns. +There are no lakes throughout the West Indies, save such as are extinct +craters, or otherwise plainly attributable to volcanic action, as I +presume are the lakes of tropical Mexico and Peru. Be that as +it may, the want of water, or rather of visible water, takes away much +from the beauty of these mountains, in which the eye grows tired toward +the end of a day’s journey with the monotonous surges of green +woodland; and hails with relief, in going northward, the first glimpse +of the sea horizon; in going south, the first glimpse of the hazy lowland, +in which the very roofs and chimney-stalks of the sugar-estates are +pleasant to the eye from the repose of their perpendicular and horizontal +lines after the perpetual unrest of rolling hills and tangled vegetation.</p> +<p>We started, then (to begin my story), a little after five one morning, +from a solid old mansion in the cane-fields, which bears the name of +Paradise, and which has all the right to the name which beauty of situation +and goodness of inhabitants can bestow.</p> +<p>As we got into our saddles the humming-birds were whirring round +the tree-tops; the Qu’est-ce qu’il dits inquiring the subject +of our talk. The black vultures sat about looking on in silence, +hoping that something to their advantage might be dropped or left behind—possibly +that one of our horses might die.</p> +<p>Ere the last farewell was given, one of our party pointed to a sight +which I never saw before, and perhaps shall never see again. It +was the Southern Cross. Just visible in that winter season on +the extreme southern horizon in early morning, it hung upright amid +the dim haze of the lowland and the smoke of the sugar-works. +Impressive as was, and always must be, the first sight of that famous +constellation, I could not but agree with those who say that they are +disappointed by its inequality, both in shape and in the size of its +stars. However, I had but little time to make up my mind about +it; for in five minutes more it had melted away into a blaze of sunlight, +which reminded us that we ought to have been on foot half an hour before.</p> +<p>So away we went over the dewy paddocks, through broad-leaved grasses, +and the pink balls of the sensitive-plants and blue Commelyna, and the +upright negro Ipecacuanha, <a name="citation216"></a><a href="#footnote216">{216}</a> +with its scarlet and yellow flowers, gayest and commonest of weeds; +then down into a bamboo copse, and across a pebbly brook, and away toward +the mountains.</p> +<p>Our party consisted of a bât-mule, with food and clothes, two +or three Negroes, a horse for me, another for general use in case of +break-down; and four gentlemen who preferred walking to riding. +It seemed at first a serious undertaking on their part; but one had +only to see them begin to move, long, lithe, and light as deer-hounds, +in their flannel shirts and trousers, with cutlass and pouch at their +waists, to be sure that they could both go and stay, and were as well +able to get to Blanchisseuse as the horses beside which they walked.</p> +<p>The ward of Blanchisseuse, on the north coast, whither we were bound, +was of old, I understand, called Blanchi Sali, or something to that +effect, signifying the white cliffs. The French settlers degraded +the name to its present form, and that so hopelessly, that the other +day an old Negress in Port of Spain puzzled the officer of Crown property +by informing him that she wanted to buy ‘a carré in what +you call de washerwoman’s.’ It had been described +to me as possibly the remotest, loneliest, and unhealthiest spot in +Her Majesty’s tropical dominions. No white man can live +there for more than two or three years without ruin to his health. +In spite of the perpetual trade-wind, and the steepness of the hillsides, +malaria hangs for ever at the mouth of each little mountain torrent, +and crawls up inland to leeward to a considerable height above the sea.</p> +<p>But we did not intend to stay there long enough to catch fever and +ague. We had plenty of quinine with us; and cheerily we went up +the valley of Caura, first over the great boulder and pebble ridges, +not bare like those of the Moor of Dinnet, or other Deeside stone heap, +but clothed with cane-pieces and richest rastrajo copses; and then entered +the narrow gorge, which we had to follow into the heart of the hills, +as our leader, taking one parting look at the broad green lowland behind +us, reminded us of Shelley’s lines about the plains of Lombardy +seen from the Euganean hills:—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘Beneath me lies like a green sea<br />The waveless plain of +Lombardy,<br />. . . . .<br />Where a soft and purple mist,<br />Like +a vaporous amethyst,<br />Or an air-dissolvèd stone,<br />Mingling +light and fragrance, far<br />From the curved horizon’s bound<br />To +the point of heaven’s profound,<br />Fills the overflowing sky;<br />And +the plains that silent lie<br />Underneath, the leaves unsodden<br />Where +the infant frost has trodden<br />With his morning-wingèd feet,<br />Whose +bright fruit is gleaming yet;<br />And the red and golden vines<br />Piercing +with their trellised lines<br />The rough dark-skirted wilderness.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>But there the analogy stopped. It hardly applied even so far. +Between us and the rough dark-skirted wilderness of the high forests +on Montserrat the infant frost had never trodden; all basked in the +equal heat of the perpetual summer; awaiting, it may be, in ages to +come, a civilisation higher even than that whose decay Shelley deplored +as he looked down on fallen Italy. No clumsy words of mine can +give an adequate picture of the beauty of the streams and glens which +run down from either slope of the Northern Mountain. The reader +must fancy for himself the loveliest brook which he ever saw in Devonshire +or Yorkshire, Ireland or Scotland; crystal-clear, bedded with gray pebbles, +broken into rapids by rock-ledges or great white quartz boulders, swirling +under steep cliffs, winding through flats of natural meadow and copse. +Then let him transport his stream into the great Palm-house at Kew, +stretch out the house up hill and down dale, five miles in length and +two thousand feet in height; pour down on it from above a blaze which +lights up every leaf into a gem, and deepens every shadow into blackness, +and yet that very blackness full of inner light—and if his fancy +can do as much as that, he can imagine to himself the stream up which +we rode or walked, now winding along the narrow track a hundred feet +or two above, looking down on the upper surface of the forest, on the +crests of palms, and the broad sheets of the balisier copse, and often +on the statelier fronds of true bananas, which had run wild along the +stream-side, flowering and fruiting in the wilderness for the benefit +of the parrots and agoutis; or on huge dark clumps of bamboo, which +(probably not indigenous to the island) have in like manner spread themselves +along all the streams in the lapse of ages.</p> +<p>Now we scrambled down into the brook, and waded our horses through, +amid shoals of the little spotted sardine, <a name="citation218a"></a><a href="#footnote218a">{218a}</a> +who are too fearless, or too unaccustomed to man, to get out of the +way more than a foot or two. But near akin as they are to the +trout, they are still nearer to the terrible Pirai, <a name="citation218b"></a><a href="#footnote218b">{218b}</a> +of the Orinocquan waters, the larger of which snap off the legs of swimming +ducks and the fingers of unwary boatmen, while the smaller surround +the rash bather, and devour him piecemeal till he drowns, torn by a +thousand tiny wounds, in water purpled with his own blood. These +little fellows prove their kindred with the Pirai by merely nibbling +at the bather’s skin, making him tingle from head to foot, while +he thanks Heaven that his visitors are but two inches, and not a foot +in length.</p> +<p>At last we stopped for breakfast. The horses were tethered +to a tree, the food got out, and we sat down on a pebbly beach after +a bathe in a deep pool, so clear that it looked but four feet deep, +though the bathers soon found it to be eight and more. A few dark +logs, as usual, were lodged at the bottom, looking suspiciously like +alligators or boa-constrictors. The alligator, however, does not +come up the mountain streams; and the boa-constrictors are rare, save +on the east coast: but it is as well, ere you jump into a pool, to look +whether there be not a snake in it, of any length from three to twenty +feet.</p> +<p>Over the pool rose a rock, carrying a mass of vegetation, to be seen, +doubtless, in every such spot in the island, but of a richness and variety +beyond description. Nearest to the water the primeval garden began +with ferns and creeping Selaginella. Next, of course, the common +Arum, <a name="citation218c"></a><a href="#footnote218c">{218c}</a> +with snow-white spathe and spadix, mingled with the larger leaves of +Balisier, wild Tania, and Seguine, some of the latter upborne on crooked +fleshy stalks as thick as a man’s leg, and six feet high. +Above them was a tangle of twenty different bushes, with leaves of every +shape; above them again, the arching shoots of a bamboo clump, forty +feet high, threw a deep shade over pool and rock and herbage; while +above it again enormous timber trees were packed, one behind the other, +up the steep mountain-side. On the more level ground were the +usual weeds; Ipomœas with white and purple flowers, Bignonias, +Echites, and Allamandas, with yellow ones, scrambled and tumbled everywhere; +and, if not just there, then often enough elsewhere, might be seen a +single Aristolochia scrambling up a low tree, from which hung, amid +round leaves, huge flowers shaped like a great helmet with a ladle at +the lower lip, a foot or more across, of purplish colour, spotted like +a toad, and about as fragrant as a dead dog.</p> +<p>But the plants which would strike a botanist most, I think, the first +time he found himself on a tropic burn-side, are the peppers, groves +of tall herbs some ten feet high or more, utterly unlike any European +plants I have ever seen. Some <a name="citation219a"></a><a href="#footnote219a">{219a}</a> +have round leaves, peltate, that is, with the footstalk springing from +inside the circumference, like a one-sided umbrella. They catch +the eye at once, from the great size of their leaves, each a full foot +across; but they are hardly as odd and foreign-looking as the more abundant +forms of peppers, <a name="citation219b"></a><a href="#footnote219b">{219b}</a> +usually so soft and green that they look as if you might make them into +salad, stalks and all, yet with a quaint stiffness and primness, given +by the regular jointing of their knotted stalks, and the regular tiling +of their pointed, drooping, strong-nerved leaves, which are usually, +to add to the odd look of the plant, all crooked, one side of the base +(and that in each species always the same side) being much larger than +the other, so that the whole head of the bush seems to have got a twist +from right to left, or left to right. Nothing can look more unlike +than they to the climbing true peppers, or even to the creeping pepper-weeds, +which abound in all waste land. But their rat-tails of small green +flowers prove them to be peppers nevertheless.</p> +<p>On we went, upward ever, past Cacao and Bois Immortelle orchards, +and comfortable settlers’ hamlets; and now and then through a +strip of virgin forest, in which we began to see, for the first time, +though not for the last, that ‘resplendent Calycophyllum’ +as Dr. Krueger calls it, Chaconia as it is commonly called here, after +poor Alonzo de Chacon, the last Spanish governor of this island. +It is indeed the jewel of these woods. A low straggling tree carries, +on long pendent branches, leaves like a Spanish chestnut, a foot and +more in length; and at the ends of the branches, long corymbs of yellow +flowers. But it is not the flowers themselves which make the glory +of the tree. As the flower opens, one calyx-lobe, by a rich vagary +of nature, grows into a leaf three inches long, of a splendid scarlet; +and the whole end of each branch, for two feet or more in length, blazes +among the green foliage till you can see it and wonder at it a quarter +of a mile away. This is ‘the resplendent Calycophyllum,’ +elaborated, most probably, by long physical processes of variation and +natural selection into a form equally monstrous and beautiful. +There are those who will smile at my superstition, if I state my belief +that He who makes all things make themselves may have used those very +processes of variation and natural selection for a final cause; and +that the final cause was, that He might delight Himself in the beauty +of one more strange and new creation. Be it so. I can only +assume that their minds are, for the present at least, differently constituted +from mine.</p> +<p>We reached the head of the glen at last, and outlet from the amphitheatre +of wood there seemed none. But now I began to find out what a +tropic mountain-path can be, and what a West Indian horse can do. +We arrived at the lower end of a narrow ditch full of rocks and mud, +which wandered up the face of a hill as steep as the roofs of the Louvre +or Château Chambord. Accustomed only to English horses, +I confess I paused in dismay: but as men and horses seemed to take the +hill as a matter of course, the only thing to be done was to give the +stout little cob his head, and not to slip over his tail. So up +we went, splashing, clawing, slipping, stumbling, but never falling +down; pausing every now and then to get breath for a fresh rush, and +then on again, up a place as steep as a Devonshire furze-bank for twenty +or thirty feet, till we had risen a thousand feet, as I suppose, and +were on a long and more level chine, in the midst of ghastly dead forests, +the remains of last year’s fires. Much was burnt to tinder +and ash; much more was simply killed and scorched, and stood or hung +in an infinite tangle of lianes and boughs, all gray and bare. +Here and there some huge tree had burnt as it stood, and rose like a +soot-grimed tower; here another had fallen right across the path, and +we had to cut our way round it step by step, amid a mass of fallen branches +sometimes much higher than our heads, or to lead the horses underneath +boughs which were too large to cut through, and just high enough to +let them pass. An English horse would have lost his nerve, and +become restive from confusion and terror; but these wise brutes, like +the pack-mule, seemed to understand the matter as well as we; waited +patiently till a passage was cut; and then struggled gallantly through, +often among logs, where I expected to see their leg-bones snapped in +two. But my fears were needless; the deft gallant animals got +safe through without a scratch. However, for them, as for us, +the work was very warm. The burnt forest was utterly without shade; +and wood-cutting under a perpendicular noonday sun would have been trying +enough had not our spirits been kept up by the excitement, the sense +of freedom and of power, and also by the magnificent scenery which began +to break upon us. From one cliff, off which the whole forest had +been burnt away, we caught at last a sight westward of Tocuche, from +summit to base, rising out of a green sea of wood—for the fire, +coming from the eastward, had stopped half-way down the cliff; and to +the right of the picture the blue Northern Sea shone through a gap in +the hills. What a view that was! To conceive it, the reader +must fancy himself at Clovelly, on the north coast of Devon, if he ever +has had the good fortune to see that most beautiful of English cliff-woodlands; +he must magnify the whole scene four or five times; and then pour down +on it a tropic sunshine and a tropic haze.</p> +<p>Soon we felt, and thankful we were to feel it, a rush of air, soft +and yet bracing, cool, yet not chilly; the ‘champagne atmosphere,’ +as some one called it, of the trade-wind: and all, even the very horses, +plucked up heart; for that told us that we were at the summit of the +pass, and that the worst of our day’s work was over. In +five minutes more we were aware, between the tree-stems, of a green +misty gulf beneath our very feet, which seemed at the first glance boundless, +but which gradually resolved itself into mile after mile of forest, +rushing down into the sea. The hues of the distant woodlands, +twenty miles away, seen through a veil of ultramarine, mingled with +the pale greens and blues of the water: and they again with the pale +sky, till the eye could hardly discern where land and sea and air parted +from each other.</p> +<p>We stopped to gaze, and breathe; and then downward again for nigh +two thousand feet toward Blanchisseuse. And so, leading our tired +horses, we went cheerily down the mountain side in Indian file, hopping +and slipping from ledge to mud and mud to ledge, and calling a halt +every five minutes to look at some fresh curiosity: now a tree-fern, +now a climbing fern; now some huge tree-trunk, whose name was only to +be guessed at; now a fresh armadillo-burrow; now a parasol-ants’ +warren, which had to be avoided lest horse and man should sink in it +knee-deep, and come out sorely bitten; now some glimpse of sea and forest +far below; now we cut a water-vine, and had a long cool drink; now a +great moth had to be hunted, if not caught; or a toucan or some other +strange bird listened to; or an eagle watched as he soared high over +the green gulf. Now all stopped together; for the ground was sprinkled +thick with great beads, scarlet, with a black eye, which had fallen +from some tree high overhead; and we all set to work like schoolboys, +filling our pockets with them for the ladies at home. Now the +path was lost, having vanished in the six months’ growth of weeds; +and we had to beat about for it over fallen logs, through tangles of +liane and thickets of the tall Arouma, <a name="citation221"></a><a href="#footnote221">{221}</a> +a cane with a flat tuft of leaves atop, which is plentiful in these +dark, damp, northern slopes. Now we struggled and hopped, horse +and man, down and round a corner, at the head of a glen, where a few +flagstones fallen across a gully gave an uncertain foothold, and paused, +under damp rocks covered with white and pink Begonias and ferns of innumerable +forms, to drink the clear mountain water out of cups extemporised from +a Calathea leaf; and then struggled up again over roots and ledges, +and round the next spur, in cool green darkness on which it seemed the +sun had never shone, and in a silence which when our own voices ceased, +was saddening, all but appalling.</p> +<p>At last, striking into a broader trace which came from the westward, +we found ourselves some six or eight hundred feet above the sea, in +scenery still like a magnified Clovelly, but amid a vegetation which—how +can I describe? Suffice it to say, that right and left of the +path, and arching together over head, rose a natural avenue of Cocorite +palms, beneath whose shade I rode for miles, enjoying the fresh trade +wind, the perfume of the Vanilla flowers, and last, but not least, the +conversation of one who used his high post to acquaint himself thoroughly +with the beauties, the productions, the capabilities of the island which +he governed, and his high culture to make such journeys as this a continuous +stream of instruction and pleasure to those who accompanied him. +Under his guidance we stopped at one point, silent with delight and +awe.</p> +<p>Through an arch of Cocorite boughs—ah that English painters +would go to paint such pictures, set in such natural frames—we +saw, nearly a thousand feet below us, the little bay of Fillette. +The height of the horizon line told us how high we were ourselves, for +the blue of the Caribbean Sea rose far above a point which stretched +out on our right, covered with noble wood, while the dark olive cliffs +along its base were gnawed by snowy surf. On our left, the nearer +mountain woods rushed into the sea, cutting off the view, and under +our very feet, in the centre of an amphitheatre of wood, as the eye +of the whole picture, was a group—such as I cannot hope to see +again. Out of a group of scarlet Bois Immortelles rose three Palmistes, +and close to them a single Balata, whose height I hardly dare to estimate. +So tall they were, that though they were perhaps a thousand feet below +us, they stood out against the blue sea, far up toward the horizon line, +the central palm a hundred and fifty feet at least, the two others, +as we guessed, a hundred and twenty feet or more. Their stems +were perfectly straight and motionless, while their dark crowns, even +at that distance, could be seen to toss and rage impatiently before +the rush of the strong trade wind. The black glossy head of the +Balata, almost as high aloft as they, threw off sheets of spangled light, +which mingled with the spangles of the waves, and, above the tree tops, +as if poised in a blue hazy sky, one tiny white sail danced before the +breeze. The whole scene swam in soft sea air, and such combined +grandeur and delicacy of form and of colour I never beheld before.</p> +<p>We rode on and downward, toward a spot where we expected to find +water. Our Negroes had lagged behind with the provisions; and, +hungry and thirsty, we tethered our horses to the trees at the bottom +of a gully, and went down through the bush toward a low cliff. +As we went, if I recollect, we found on the ground many curious pods, +<a name="citation224"></a><a href="#footnote224">{224}</a> curled two +or three times round, something like those of a Medic, and when they +split, bright red inside, setting off prettily enough the bright blue +seeds. Some animal or other, however, admired these seeds as much +as we; for they had been stripped as soon as they opened, and out of +hundreds of pods we only secured one or two beads.</p> +<p>We got to the cliff—a smugglers’ crack in the rock, and +peered down, with some disgust. There should have been a pole +or two there, to get down by: but they were washed away; a canoe also: +but it had been carried off, probably out of the way of the surf. +To get down the crack, for active men, was easy enough: but to get up +again seemed, the longer we looked at it, the more impossible, at least +for me. So after scrambling down, holding on by wild pines, as +far as we dare—during which process one of us was stung (not bitten) +by a great hunting-ant, causing much pain and swelling—we turned +away; for the heat of the little corner was intolerable. But wistful +eyes did we cast back at the next point of rock, behind which broke +out the tantalising spring, which we could just not reach.</p> +<p>We rode on, sick and sorry, to find unexpected relief. We entered +a clearing, with Bananas and Tanias, Cacao and Bois Immortelle, and +better still, Avocado pears and orange-tree, with fruit. A tall +and stately dame was there; her only garment a long cotton-print gown, +which covered her tall figure from throat to ankle and wrist, showing +brown feet and hands which had once been delicate, and a brown face, +half Spanish, half Indian, modest and serious enough. We pointed +to a tall orange-tree overhead, laden with fruit of every hue from bright +green to gold. She, on being appealed to in Spanish, answered +with a courteous smile, and then a piercing scream of—‘Candelaria, +come hither, and get oranges for the Governor and other señors!’ +Candelaria, who might have been eighteen or twenty, came sliding down +under the Banana-leaves, all modest smiles, and blushes through her +whity-brown skin. But having no more clothes on than her mother, +she naturally hesitated at climbing the tree; and after ineffectual +attempts to knock down oranges with a bamboo, screamed in her turn for +some José or Juan. José or Juan made his appearance, +in a ragged shirt. A lanky lad, about seventeen years old, he +was evidently the oaf or hobbedehoy of the family, just as he would +have been on this side of the sea; was treated as such; and was accustomed +to be so treated. In a tone of angry contempt (the poor boy had +done and said nothing) the two women hounded him up the tree. +He obeyed in meek resignation, and in a couple of minutes we had more +oranges than we could eat. And such oranges: golden-green, but +rather more green than gold, which cannot be (as at home) bitten or +sucked; for so strong is the fragrant essential oil in the skin, that +it would blister the lips and disorder the stomach; and the orange must +be carefully stripped of the outer coat before you attack a pulp compared +with which, for flavour, the orange of our shops is but bad sugar and +water.</p> +<p>As I tethered my horse to a cacao-stem, and sat on a log among hothouse +ferns, peeling oranges with a bowie-knife beneath the burning mid-day +sun, the quaintest fancy came over me that it was all a dream, a phantasmagoria, +a Christmas pantomime got up by my host for my special amusement; and +that if I only winked my eyes hard enough, when I opened them again +it would be all gone, and I should find myself walking with him on Ascot +Heath, while the snow whirled over the heather, and the black fir-trees +groaned in the north-east wind.</p> +<p>We soon rode on, with blessings on fair Candelaria and her stately +mother, while the noise of the surf grew louder and louder in front +of us. We took (if I remember right) a sudden turn to the left, +to get our horses to the shore. Our pedestrians held straight +on; there was a Mangrove swamp and a lagoon in front, for which they, +bold lads, cared nothing.</p> +<p>We passed over a sort of open down, from which all vegetation had +been cleared, save the Palmistes—such a wood of them as I had +never seen before. A hundred or more, averaging at least a hundred +feet in height, stood motionless in the full cut of the strong trade-wind. +One would have expected them, when the wood round was felled, to feel +the sudden nakedness. One would have expected the inrush of salt +air and foam to have injured their foliage. But, seemingly, it +was not so. They stood utterly unharmed; save some half-dozen +who had had their tops snapped off by a gale—there are no hurricanes +in Trinidad—and remained as enormous unmeaning pikes, or posts, +fifty to eighty feet high, transformed, by that one blast, from one +of the loveliest to one of the ugliest natural objects.</p> +<p>Through the Palmiste pillars; through the usual black Roseau scrub; +then under tangled boughs down a steep stony bank; and we were on a +long beach of deep sand and quartz gravel. On our right the Shore-grapes +with their green bunches of fruit, the Mahauts <a name="citation226"></a><a href="#footnote226">{226}</a> +with their poplar-like leaves and great yellow flowers, and the ubiquitous +Matapalos, fringed the shore. On our left weltered a broad waste +of plunging foam; in front green mountains were piled on mountains, +blazing in sunlight, yet softened and shrouded by an air saturated with +steam and salt. We waded our horses over the mouth of the little +Yarra, which hurried down through the sand, brown and foul from the +lagoon above. We sat down on bare polished logs, which floods +had carried from the hills above, and ate and drank—for our Negroes +had by now rejoined us; and then scrambled up the shore back again, +and into a trace running along the low cliff, even more beautiful, if +possible, than that which we had followed in the morning. Along +the cliff tall Balatas and Palmistes, with here and there an equally +tall Cedar, and on the inside bank a green wall of Balisiers, with leaves +full fifteen feet long and heads of scarlet flowers, marked the richness +of the soil. Here and there, too, a Cannon-ball tree rose, grand +and strange, among the Balatas; and in one place the ground was strewn +with large white flowers, whose peculiar shape told us at once of some +other Lecythid tree high overhead. These Lecythids are peculiar +to the hottest parts of South America; to the valleys of the Orinoco +and Amazon; to Trinidad, as a fragment of the old Orinocquan land, and +possibly to some of the southern Antilles. So now, as we are in +their home, it may be worth our while to pause a little round these +strange and noble forms.</p> +<p>Botanists tell us that they are, or rather may have been in old times, +akin to myrtles. If so, they have taken a grand and original line +of their own, and persevered in it for ages, till they have specialised +themselves to a condition far in advance of most myrtles, in size, beauty, +and use. They may be known from all other trees by one mark—their +large handsome flowers. A group of the innumerable stamens have +grown together on one side of the flower into a hood, which bends over +the stigma and the other stamens. Tall trees they are, and glorious +to behold, when in full flower; but they are notorious mostly for their +huge fruits and delicious nuts. One of their finest forms, and +the only one which the traveller is likely to see often in Trinidad, +is the Cannon-ball tree. <a name="citation227"></a><a href="#footnote227">{227}</a> +There is a grand specimen in the Botanic Garden; and several may be +met with in any day’s ride through the high woods, and distinguished +at once from any other tree. The stem rises, without a fork, for +sixty feet or more, and rolls out at the top into a head very like that +of an elm trimmed up, and like an elm too in its lateral water-boughs. +For the whole of the stem, from the very ground to the forks, and the +larger fork-branches likewise, are feathered all over with numberless +short prickly pendent branchlets, which roll outward, and then down, +and then up again in graceful curves, and carry large pale crimson flowers, +each with a pink hood in the middle, looking like a new-born baby’s +fist. Those flowers, when torn, turn blue on exposure to the light; +and when they fall, leave behind them the cannon-ball, a rough brown +globe, as big as a thirty two pound shot, which you must get down with +a certain caution, lest that befall you which befell a certain gallant +officer on the mainland of America. For, fired with a post-prandial +ambition to obtain a cannon ball, he took to himself a long bamboo, +and poked at the tree. He succeeded: but not altogether as he +had hoped. For the cannon ball, in coming down, avenged itself +by dropping exactly on the bridge of his nose, felling him to the ground, +and giving him such a pair of black eyes that he was not seen on parade +for a fortnight.</p> +<p>The pulp of this cannon-ball is, they say, ‘vinous and pleasant’ +when fresh; but those who are mindful of what befell our forefather +Adam from eating strange fruits, will avoid it, as they will many more +fruits eaten in the Tropics, but digestible only by the dura ilia of +Indians and Negroes. Whatever virtue it may have when fresh, it +begins, as soon as stale, to give out an odour too abominable to be +even recollected with comfort.</p> +<p>More useful, and the fruit of an even grander tree, are those ‘Brazil +nuts’ which are sold in every sweet-shop at home. They belong +to <i>Bertholletia excelsa</i>, a tree which grows sparingly—I +have never seen it wild—in the southern part of the island, but +plentifully in the forests of Guiana, and which is said to be one of +the tallest of all the forest giants. The fruit, round like the +cannon-ball, and about the size of a twenty-four pounder, is harder +than the hardest wood, and has to be battered to pieces with the back +of a hatchet to disclose the nuts, which lie packed close inside. +Any one who has hammered at a Bertholletia fruit will be ready to believe +the story that the Indians, fond as they are of the nuts, avoid the +‘totocke’ trees till the fruit has all fallen, for fear +of fractured skulls; and the older story which Humboldt gives out of +old Laet, <a name="citation228"></a><a href="#footnote228">{228}</a> +that the Indians dared not enter the forests, when the trees were fruiting, +without having their heads and shoulders covered with bucklers of hard +wood. These ‘Almendras de Peru’ (Peru almonds), as +they were called, were known in Europe as early as the sixteenth century, +the seeds being carried up the Maragnon, and by the Cordilleras to Peru, +men knew not from whence. To Humboldt himself, I believe, is due +the re-discovery of the tree itself and its enormous fruit; and the +name of <i>Bertholletia excelsa</i> was given by him. The tree, +he says, ‘is not more than two or three feet in diameter, but +attains one hundred or one hundred and twenty feet in height. +It does not resemble the Mammee, the star-apple, and several other trees +of the Tropics, of which the branches, as in the laurels of the temperate +zone, rise straight toward the sky. The branches of the Bertholletia +are open, very long, almost entirely bare toward the base, and loaded +at their summits with tufts of very close foliage. This disposition +of the semi-coriaceous leaves, a little silvery beneath and more than +two feet long, makes the branches bend down toward the ground, like +the fronds of the palm-trees.’</p> +<p>‘The Capuchin monkeys,’ he continues, ‘are singularly +fond of these “chestnuts of Brazil,” and the noise made +by the seeds, when the fruit is shaken as it fell from the tree, excites +their appetency in the highest degree.’ He does not, however, +believe the ‘tale, very current on the lower Oroonoco, that the +monkeys place themselves in a circle, and by striking the shell with +a stone succeed in opening it.’ That they may try is possible +enough; for there is no doubt, I believe, that monkeys—at least +the South American—do use stones to crack nuts; and I have seen +myself a monkey, untaught, use a stick to rake his food up to him when +put beyond the reach of his chain. The impossibility in this case +would lie, not in want of wits, but want of strength; and the monkeys +must have too often to wait for these feasts till the rainy season, +when the woody shell rots of itself, and amuse themselves meanwhile, +as Humboldt describes them, in rolling the fruit about, vainly longing +to get their paws in through the one little hole at its base. +The Agoutis, however, and Pacas, and other rodents, says Humboldt, have +teeth and perseverance to gnaw through the shell; and when the seeds +are once out, ‘all the animals of the forest, the monkeys, the +manaviris, the squirrels, the agoutis, the parrots, the macaws, hasten +thither to dispute the prey. They have all strength enough to +break the woody covering of the seeds; they get out the kernel and carry +it to the tops of the trees. “It is their festival also,” +said the Indians who had returned from the nut-harvest; and on hearing +their complaints of the animals you perceive that they think themselves +alone the legitimate masters of the forest.’</p> +<p>But if Nature has played the poor monkeys a somewhat tantalising +trick about Brazil nuts, she has been more generous to them in the case +of some other Lecythids, <a name="citation229"></a><a href="#footnote229">{229}</a> +which go by the name of monkey-pots. Huge trees like their kinsfolk, +they are clothed in bark layers so delicate that the Indians beat them +out till they are as thin as satin-paper, and use them as cigarette-wrappers. +They carry great urn-shaped fruits, big enough to serve for drinking-vessels, +each kindly provided with a round wooden cover, which becomes loose +and lets out the savoury sapucaya nuts inside, to the comfort of all +our ‘poor relations.’ Ah, when will there arise a +tropic Landseer to draw for us some of the strange fashions of the strange +birds and beasts of these lands?—to draw, for instance, the cunning, +selfish, greedy grin of delight on the face of some burly, hairy, goitred +old red Howler, as he lifts off a ‘tapa del cacao de monos’ +(a monkey-cacao cover), and looks defiance out of the corners of his +winking eyes at his wives and children, cousins and grandchildren, who +sit round jabbering and screeching, and, monkey fashion, twisting their +heads upside down, as they put their arms round each other’s waists +to peer over each other’s shoulders at the great bully, who must +feed himself first as his fee for having roared to them for an hour +at sunrise on a tree-top, while they sat on the lower branches and looked +up, trembling and delighted at the sound and fury of the idiot sermon.</p> +<p>What an untried world is here for the artist of every kind, not merely +for the animal painter, for the landscape painter, for the student of +human form and attitude, if he chose to live awhile among the still +untrained Indians of the Main, or among the graceful Coolies of Trinidad +and Demerara, but also for the botanical artist, for the man who should +study long and carefully the more striking and beautiful of these wonderful +leaves and stems, flowers and fruits, and introduce them into ornamentation, +architectural or other.</p> +<p>And so I end my little episode about these Lecythids, only adding +that the reader must not confound with their nuts the butter-nuts, Çaryocar, +or Souari, which may be bought, I believe, at Fortnum and Mason’s, +and which are of all nuts the largest and the most delicious. +They have not been found as yet in Trinidad, though they abound in Guiana. +They are the fruit also of an enormous tree <a name="citation230"></a><a href="#footnote230">{230}</a>—there +is a young one fruiting finely in the Botanic Garden at Port of Spain—of +a quite different order; a cousin of the Matapalos and of the Soap-berries. +It carries large threefold leaves on pointed stalks; spikes of flowers +with innumerable stamens; and here and there a fruit something like +the cannon-ball, though not quite as large. On breaking the soft +rind you find it full of white meal, probably eatable, and in the meal +three or four great hard wrinkled nuts, rounded on one side, wedge-shaped +on the other, which, cracked, are found full of almond-like white jelly, +so delicious that one can well believe travellers when they tell us +that the Indian tribes wage war against each other for the possession +of the trees which bear these precious vagaries of bounteous nature.</p> +<p>And now we began to near the village, two scattered rows of clay +and timber bowers right and left of the trace, each half buried in fruit-trees +and vegetables, and fenced in with hedges of scarlet Hibiscus; the wooded +mountains shading them to the south, the sea thundering behind them +to the north. As we came up we heard a bell, and soon were aware +of a brown mob running, with somewhat mysterious in the midst. +Was it the Host? or a funeral? or a fight? Soon the mob came up +with profound salutations, and smiles of self-satisfaction, evidently +thinking that they had done a fine thing; and disclosed, hanging on +a long bamboo, their one church-bell. Their old church (a clay +and timber thing of their own handiwork) had become ruinous; and they +dared not leave their bell aloft in it. But now they were going +to build themselves a new and larger church, Government giving them +the site; and the bell, being on furlough, was put into requisition +to ring in His Excellency the Governor and his muddy and quaintly attired—or +unattired—suite.</p> +<p>Ah, that I could have given a detailed picture of the scene before +the police court-house—the coloured folk, of all hues of skin, +all types of feature, and all gay colours of dress, crowding round, +the tall stately brown policeman, Thompson, called forward and receiving +with a military salute the Governor’s commendations for having +saved, at the risk of his life, some shipwrecked folk out of the surf +close by; and the flash of his eye when he heard that he was to receive +the Humane Society’s medal from England, and to have his name +mentioned, probably to the Queen herself; the greetings, too, of almost +filial respect which were bestowed by the coloured people on one who, +though still young, had been to them a father; who, indeed, had set +the policeman the example of gallantry by saving, in another cove near +by, other shipwrecked folk out of a still worse surf, by swimming out +beyond a ledge of rock swarming with sharks, at the risk every moment +of a hideous death. There, as in other places since, he had worked, +like his elder brother at Montserrat, as a true civiliser in every sense +of the word; and, when his health broke down from the noxious climate, +had moved elsewhere to still harder and more extensive work, belying, +like his father and his brothers, the common story that the climate +forbids exertion, and that the Creole gentleman cannot or will not, +when he has a chance, do as good work as the English gentleman at home. +I do not mention these men’s names. In England it matters +little; in Trinidad there is no need to mention those whom all know; +all I shall say is, Heaven send the Queen many more such public servants, +and me many more such friends.</p> +<p>Then up hurried the good little priest, and set forth in French—he +was very indignant, by the by, at being taken for a Frenchman, and begged +it to be understood that he was Belgian born and bred—setting +forth how His Excellency had not been expected till next day, or he +would have had ready an address from the loyal inhabitants of Blanchisseuse +testifying their delight at the honour of, etc. etc.; which he begged +leave to present in due form next day; and all the while the brown crowd +surged round and in and out, and the naked brown children got between +every one’s legs, and every one was in a fume of curiosity and +delight—anything being an event in Blanchisseuse—save the +one Chinaman, if I recollect right, who stood in his blue jacket and +trousers, his hands behind his back, with visage unimpassioned, dolorous, +seemingly stolid, a creature of the earth, earthy,—say rather +of the dirt, dirty,—but doubtless by no means as stolid as he +looked. And all the while the palms and bananas rustled above, +and the surf thundered, and long streams of light poured down through +the glens in the black northern wall, and flooded the glossy foliage +of the mangoes and sapodillas, and rose fast up the palm-stems, and +to their very heads, and then vanished; for the sun was sinking, and +in half an hour more, darkness would have fallen on the most remote +little paradise in Her Majesty’s dominions.</p> +<p>But where was the warden, who was by office, as well as by courtesy, +to have received us? He too had not expected us, and was gone +home after his day’s work to his new clearing inland: but a man +had been sent on to him over the mountain; and over the mountain we +must go, and on foot too, for the horses could do no more, and there +was no stabling for them farther on. How far was the new clearing? +Oh, perhaps a couple of miles—perhaps a league. And how +high up? Oh, nothing—only a hundred feet or two. One +knew what that meant; and, with a sigh, resigned oneself to a four or +five miles’ mountain walk at the end of a long day, and started +up the steep zigzag, through cacao groves, past the loveliest gardens—I +recollect in one an agave in flower, nigh thirty feet high, its spike +all primrose and golden yellow in the fading sunlight—then up +into rastrajo; and then into high wood, and a world of ferns—tree +ferns, climbing ferns, and all other ferns which ever delighted the +eye in an English hothouse. For along these northern slopes, sheltered +from the sun for the greater part of the year, and for ever watered +by the steam of the trade-wind, ferns are far more luxuriant and varied +than in any other part of the island.</p> +<p>Soon it grew dark, and we strode on up hill and down dale, at one +time for a mile or more through burnt forest, with its ghastly spider-work +of leafless decaying branches and creepers against the moonlit sky—a +sad sight: but music enough we had to cheer us on our way. We +did not hear the howl of a monkey, nor the yell of a tiger-cat, common +enough on the mountains which lay in front of us; but of harping, fiddling, +humming, drumming, croaking, clacking, snoring, screaming, hooting, +from cicadas, toads, birds, and what not, there was a concert at every +step, which made the glens ring again, as the Brocken might ring on +a Walpurgis-night.</p> +<p>At last, pausing on the top of a hill, we could hear voices on the +opposite side of the glen. Shouts and ‘cooeys’ soon +brought us to the party which were awaiting us. We hurried joyfully +down a steep hillside, across a shallow ford, and then up another hillside—this +time with care, for the felled logs and brushwood lay all about a path +full of stumps, and we needed a guide to show us our way in the moonlight +up to the hospitable house above. And a right hospitable house +it was. Its owner, a French gentleman of ancient Irish family—whose +ancestors probably had gone to France as one of the valiant ‘Irish +Brigade’; whose children may have emigrated thence to St. Domingo, +and their children or grandchildren again to Trinidad—had prepared +for us in the wilderness a right sumptuous feast: ‘nor did any +soul lack aught of the equal banquet.’</p> +<p>We went to bed; or, rather, I did. For here, as elsewhere before +and after, I was compelled, by the courtesy of the Governor, to occupy +the one bed of the house, as being the oldest, least acclimatised, and +alas! weakliest of the party; while he, his little suite, and the owner +of the house slept anywhere upon the floor; on which, between fatigue +and enjoyment of the wild life, I would have gladly slept myself.</p> +<p>When we turned out before sunrise next morning, I found myself in +perhaps the most charming of all the charming ‘camps’ of +these forests. Its owner, the warden, fearing the unhealthy air +of the sea-coast, had bought some hundreds of acres up here in the hills, +cleared them, and built, or rather was building, in the midst. +As yet the house was rudimentary. A cottage of precious woods +cut off the clearing, standing, of course, on stilts, contained two +rooms, an inner and an outer. There was no glass in the windows, +which occupied half the walls. Door or shutters, to be closed +if the wind and rain were too violent, are all that is needed in a climate +where the temperature changes but little, day or night, throughout the +year. A table, unpolished, like the wooden walls, but, like them, +of some precious wood; a few chairs or benches, not forgetting, of course, +an American rocking-chair; a shelf or two, with books of law and medicine, +and beside them a few good books of devotion: a press; a ‘perch’ +for hanging clothes—for they mildew when kept in drawers—just +such as would have been seen in a mediæval house in England; a +covered four-post bed, with gauze curtains, indispensable for fear of +vampires, mosquitoes, and other forest plagues; these make up the furniture +of such a bachelor’s camp as, to the man who lives doing good +work all day out of doors, leaves nothing to be desired. Where +is the kitchen? It consists of half a dozen great stones under +yonder shed, where as good meals are cooked as in any London kitchen. +Other sheds hold the servants and hangers-on, the horses and mules; +and as the establishment grows, more will be added, and the house itself +will probably expand laterally, like a peripheral Greek temple, by rows +of posts, probably of palm-stems thatched over with wooden shingle or +with the leaves of the Timit <a name="citation233"></a><a href="#footnote233">{233}</a> +palm. If ladies come to inhabit the camp, fresh rooms will be +partitioned off by boardings as high as the eaves, leaving the roof +within open and common, for the sake of air. Soon, no regular +garden, but beautiful flowering shrubs—Crotons, Dracænas, +and Cereuses, will be planted; great bushes of Bauhinia and blue Petræa +will roll their long curved shoots over and over each other; Gardenias +fill the air with fragrance; and the Bougain-villia or the Clerodendron +cover some arbour with lilac or white racemes.</p> +<p>But this camp had not yet arrived at so high a state of civilisation. +All round it, almost up to the very doors, a tangle of logs, stumps, +branches, dead ropes and nets of liane lay still in the process of clearing; +and the ground was seemingly as waste, as it was difficult—often +impossible—to cross. A second glance, however, showed that, +amongst the stumps and logs, Indian corn was planted everywhere; and +that a few months would give a crop which would richly repay the clearing, +over and above the fact that the whole materials of the house had been +cut on the spot, and cost nothing.</p> +<p>As for the situation of the little oasis in the wilderness, it bespoke +good sense and good taste. The owner had stumbled, in his forest +wanderings, on a spot where two mountain streams, after nearly meeting, +parted again, and enclosed in a ring a hill some hundred feet high, +before they finally joined each other below. That ring was his +estate; which was formally christened on the occasion of our visit, +Avoca—the meeting of the waters; a name, as all agreed, full of +remembrances of the Old World and the land of his remote ancestors; +and yet like enough to one of the graceful and sonorous Indian names +of the island not to seem barbarous and out of place. Round the +clearing the mountain woods surged up a thousand feet aloft; but so +gradually, and so far off, as to allow free circulation of air and a +broad sheet of sky overhead; and as the camp stood on the highest point +of the rise, it did not give that choking and crushing sensation of +being in a ditch, which makes houses in most mountain valleys—to +me at least—intolerable. Up one glen, toward the south, +we had a full view of the green Cerro of Arima, three thousand feet +in height; and down another, to the north-east, was a great gate in +the mountains, through which we could hear—though not see—the +surf rolling upon the rocks three miles away.</p> +<p>I was woke that morning, as often before and afterwards, by a clacking +of stones; and, looking out, saw in the dusk a Negro squatting, and +hammering, with a round stone on a flat one, the coffee which we were +to drink in a quarter of an hour. It was turned into a tin saucepan; +put to boil over a firestick between two more great stones; clarified, +by some cunning island trick, with a few drops of cold water; and then +served up, bearing, in fragrance and taste, the same relation to average +English coffee as fresh things usually do to stale ones, or live to +dead. After which ‘mañana,’ and a little quinine +for fear of fever, we lounged about waiting for breakfast, and for the +arrival of the horses from the village.</p> +<p>Then we inspected a Coolie’s great toe, which had been severely +bitten by a vampire in the night. And here let me say, that the +popular disbelief of vampire stories is only owing to English ignorance, +and disinclination to believe any of the many quaint things which John +Bull has not seen, because he does not care to see them. If he +comes to those parts, he must be careful not to leave his feet or hands +out of bed without mosquito curtains; if he has good horses, he ought +not to leave them exposed at night without wire-gauze round the stable-shed—a +plan which, to my surprise, I never saw used in the West Indies. +Otherwise, he will be but too likely to find in the morning a triangular +bit cut out of his own flesh, or even worse, out of his horse’s +withers or throat, where twisting and lashing cannot shake the tormentor +off; and must be content to have himself lamed, or his horses weakened +to staggering and thrown out of collar-work for a week, as I have seen +happen more than once or twice. The only method of keeping off +the vampire yet employed in stables is light; and a lamp is usually +kept burning there. But the Negro—not the most careful of +men—is apt not to fill and trim it; and if it goes out in the +small hours, the horses are pretty sure to be sucked, if there is a +forest near. So numerous and troublesome, indeed, are the vampires, +that there are pastures in Trinidad in which, at least till the adjoining +woods were cleared, the cattle would not fatten, or even thrive; being +found, morning after morning, weak and sick from the bleedings which +they had endured at night.</p> +<p>After looking at the Coolie’s toe, of which he made light, +though the bleeding from the triangular hole would not stop, any more +than that from the bite of a horse-leech, we feasted our ears on the +notes of delicate songsters, and our eyes on the colours and shapes +of the forest, which, rising on the opposite side of the streams right +and left, could be seen here more thoroughly than at any spot I yet +visited. Again and again were the opera-glasses in requisition, +to make out, or try to make out, what this or that tree might be. +Here and there a Norantea, a mile or two miles off, showed like a whole +crimson flower-bed in the tree-tops; or a Poui, just coming into flower, +made a spot of golden yellow—‘a guinea stuck against the +mountain-side,’ as some one said; or the head of a palm broke +the monotony of the broad-leaved foliage with its huge star of green.</p> +<p>Near us we descried several trees covered with pale yellow flowers, +conspicuous enough on the hillside. No one knew what they were; +and a couple of Negroes (who are admirable woodmen) were sent off to +cut one down and see. What mattered a tree or two less amid a +world of trees? It was a quaint sight,—the two stalwart +black figures struggling down over the fallen logs, and with them an +Englishman, who thought he discerned which tree the flowers belonged +to; while we at the house guided them by our shouts, and scanned the +trunks through the glasses to make out in our turn which tree should +be felled, from the moment that they entered under the green cloud, +they of course could see little or nothing over their heads. Animated +were the arguments—almost the bets—as to which tree-top +belonged to which tree-trunk. Many were the mistakes made; and +had it not been for the head of a certain palm, which served as a fixed +point which there was no mistaking, three or four trees would have been +cut before the right one was hit upon. At last the right tree +came crashing down, and a branch of the flowers was brought up, to be +carried home, and verified at Port of Spain; and meanwhile, disturbed +by the axe-strokes, pair after pair of birds flew screaming over the +tree-tops, which looked like rooks, till, as they turned in the sun, +their colour—brilliant even at that distance—showed them +to be great green parrots.</p> +<p>After breakfast—which among French and Spanish West Indians +means a solid and elaborate luncheon—our party broke up. . . . +I must be excused if I am almost prolix over the events of a day memorable +to me.</p> +<p>The majority went down, on horse and foot, to Blanchisseuse again +on official business. The site of the new church, an address from +the inhabitants to the Governor, inspection of roads, examination of +disputed claims, squatter questions, enclosure questions, and so forth, +would occupy some hours in hard work. But the <i>pièce +de résistance</i> of the day was to be the examination and probable +committal of the Obeah-man of those parts. That worthy, not being +satisfied with the official conduct of our host the warden, had advised +himself to bribe, with certain dollars, a Coolie servant of his to ‘put +Obeah upon him’; and had, with that intent, entrusted to him a +charm to be buried at his door, consisting, as usual, of a bottle containing +toad, spider, rusty nails, dirty water, and other terrible jumbiferous +articles. In addition to which attempt on the life and fortunes +of the warden, he was said to have promised the Coolie forty dollars +if he would do the business thoroughly for him. Now the Coolie +well understood what doing the business thoroughly for an Obeah-man +involved; namely, the putting Brinvilliers or other bush-poison into +his food; or at least administering to him sundry dozes of ground glass, +in hopes of producing that ‘dysentery of the country’ which +proceeds in the West Indies, I am sorry to say, now and then, from other +causes than that of climate. But having an affection for his master, +and a conscience likewise, though he was but a heathen, he brought the +bottle straight to the intended victim; and the Obeah-man was now in +durance vile, awaiting further examination, and probably on his way +to a felon’s cell.</p> +<p>A sort of petition, or testimonial, had been sent up to the Governor, +composed apparently by the hapless wizard himself, who seemed to be +no mean penman, and signed by a dozen or more of the coloured inhabitants: +setting forth how he was known by all to be far too virtuous a personage +to dabble in that unlawful practice of Obeah, of which both he and his +friends testified the deepest abhorrence. But there was the bottle, +safe under lock and key; and as for the testimonial, those who read +it said that it was not worth the paper it was written on. Most +probably every one of these poor follows had either employed the Obeah-man +themselves to avert thieves or evil eye from a particularly fine fruit-tree, +by hanging up thereon a somewhat similar bottle—such as may be +seen, and more than one of them, in any long day’s march. +It was said again, that if asked by an Obeah-man to swear to his good +character, they could not well refuse, under penalty of finding some +fine morning a white cock’s head—sign of all supernatural +plagues—in their garden path, the beak pointing to their door; +or an Obeah bottle under their doorstep; and either Brinvilliers in +their pottage, or such an expectation of it, and of plague and ruin +to them and all their worldly belongings, in their foolish souls, as +would be likely enough to kill them, in a few months, of simple mortal +fear.</p> +<p>Here perhaps I may be allowed to tell what I know about this curious +custom of Obeah, or Fêtish-worship. It appears to me, on +closer examination, that it is not a worship of natural objects; not +a primeval worship; scarcely a worship at all: but simply a system of +incantation, carried on by a priesthood, or rather a sorcerer class; +and this being the case, it seems to me unfortunate that the term Fêtish-worship +should have been adopted by so many learned men as the general name +for the supposed primeval Nature-worship. The Negro does not, +as the primeval man is supposed to have done, regard as divine (and +therefore as Fêtish, or Obeah) any object which excites his imagination; +anything peculiarly beautiful, noble, or powerful; anything even which +causes curiosity or fear. In fact, a Fêtish is no natural +object at all; it is a spirit, an Obeah, Jumby, Duppy, like the ‘Duvvels’ +or spirits of the air, which are the only deities of which our Gipsies +have a conception left. That spirit belongs to the Obeah, or Fêtish-man; +and he puts it, by magic ceremonies, into any object which he chooses. +Thus anything may become Obeah, as far as I have ascertained. +In a case which happened very lately, an Obeah-man came into the country, +put the Obeah into a fresh monkey’s jaw-bone, and made the people +offer to it fowls and plantains, which of course he himself ate. +Such is Obeah now; and such it was, as may be seen by De Bry’s +plates, when the Portuguese first met with it on the African coast four +hundred years ago.</p> +<p>But surely it is an idolatry, and not a nature-worship. Just +so does the priest of Southern India, after having made his idol, enchant +his god into it by due ceremonial. It may be a very ancient system: +but as for its being a primeval one, as neither I, nor any one else, +ever had the pleasure of meeting a primeval man, it seems to me somewhat +rash to imagine what primeval man’s creeds and worships must have +been like; more rash still to conclude that they must have been like +those of the modern Negro. For if, as is probable, the Negro is +one of the most ancient varieties of the human race; if, as is probable, +he has remained—to his great misfortune—till the last three +hundred years isolated on that vast island of Central Africa, which +has probably continued as dry land during ages which have seen the whole +of Europe, and Eastern and Southern Asia, sink more than once beneath +the sea: then it is possible, and even probable, that during these long +ages of the Negro’s history, creed after creed, ceremonial after +ceremonial, may have grown up and died out among the different tribes; +and that any worship, or quasi-worship, which may linger among the Negroes +now, are likely to be the mere dregs and fragments of those older superstitions.</p> +<p>As a fact, Obeah is rather to be ranked, it seems to me, with those +ancient Eastern mysteries, at once magical and profligate, which troubled +society and morals in later Rome, when</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘In Tiberim defluxit Orontes.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>If so, we shall not be surprised to find that a very important, indeed +the most practically important element of Obeah, is poisoning. +This habit of poisoning has not (as one might well suppose) sprung up +among the slaves desirous of revenge against their white masters. +It has been imported, like the rest of the system, from Africa. +Travellers of late have told us enough—and too much for our comfort +of mind—of that prevailing dread of poison as well as of magic +which urges the African Negroes to deeds of horrible cruelty; and the +fact that these African Negroes, up to the very latest importations, +are the special practisers of Obeah, is notorious through the West Indies. +The existence of this trick of poisoning is denied, often enough. +Sometimes Europeans, willing to believe the best of their fellow-men—and +who shall blame them?—simply disbelieve it because it is unpleasant +to believe. Sometimes, again, white West Indians will deny it, +and the existence of Obeah beside, simply because they believe in it +a little too much, and are afraid of the Negroes knowing that they believe +in it. Not two generations ago there might be found, up and down +the islands, respectable white men and women who had the same half-belief +in the powers of an Obeah-man as our own ancestors, especially in the +Highlands and in Devonshire, had in those of witches: while as to poisoning, +it was, in some islands, a matter on which the less said the safer. +It was but a few years ago that in a West Indian city an old and faithful +free servant, in a family well known to me, astonished her master, on +her death-bed, by a voluntary confession of more than a dozen murders.</p> +<p>‘You remember such and such a party, when every one was ill? +Well, I put something in the soup.’</p> +<p>As another instance; a woman who died respectable, a Christian and +a communicant, told this to her clergyman:—She had lived from +youth, for many years, happily and faithfully with a white gentleman +who considered her as his wife. She saw him pine away and die +from slow poison, administered, she knew, by another woman whom he had +wronged. But she dared not speak. She had not courage enough +to be poisoned herself likewise.</p> +<p>It is easy to conceive the terrorism, and the exactions in the shape +of fowls, plantains, rum, and so forth, which are at the command of +an Obeah practitioner, who is believed by the Negro to be invulnerable +himself, while he is both able and willing to destroy them. Nothing +but the strong arm of English law can put down the sorcerer; and that +seldom enough, owing to the poor folks’ dread of giving evidence. +Thus a woman, Madame Phyllis by name, ruled in a certain forest-hamlet +of Trinidad. Like Deborah of old, she sat under her own palm-tree, +and judged her little Israel—by the Devil’s law instead +of God’s. Her murders (or supposed murders) were notorious: +but no evidence could be obtained; Madame Phyllis dealt in poisons, +charms, and philtres; and waxed fat on her trade for many a year. +The first shock her reputation received was from a friend of mine, who, +in his Government duty, planned out a road which ran somewhat nearer +her dwelling than was pleasant or safe for her privacy. She came +out denouncing, threatening. The coloured workmen dared not proceed. +My friend persevered coolly; and Madame, finding that the Government +official considered himself Obeah-proof, tried to bribe him off, with +the foolish cunning of a savage, with a present of—bottled beer. +To the horror of his workmen, he accepted—for the day was hot, +as usual—a single bottle; and drank it there and then. The +Negroes looked—like the honest Maltese at St. Paul—‘when +he should have swollen, or fallen down dead suddenly’: but nothing +happened; and they went on with their work, secure under a leader whom +even Madame Phyllis dared not poison. But he ran a great risk; +and knew it.</p> +<p>‘I took care,’ said he, ‘to see that the cork had +not been drawn and put back again; and then, to draw it myself.’</p> +<p>At last Madame Phyllis’s cup was full, and she fell into the +snare which she had set for others. For a certain coloured policeman +went off to her one night; and having poured out his love-lorn heart, +and the agonies which he endured from the cruelty of a neighbouring +fair, he begged for, got, and paid for a philtre to win her affections. +On which, saying with Danton—‘Que mon nom soit flétri, +mais que la patrie soit libre,’ he carried the philtre to the +magistrate; laid his information; and Madame Phyllis and her male accomplice +were sent to gaol as rogues and impostors.</p> +<p>Her coloured victims looked on aghast at the audacity of English +lawyers. But when they found that Madame was actually going to +prison, they rose—just as if they had been French Republicans—deposed +their despot after she had been taken prisoner, sacked her magic castle, +and levelled it with the ground. Whether they did, or did not, +find skeletons of children buried under the floor, or what they found +at all, I could not discover; and should be very careful how I believed +any statement about the matter. But what they wanted specially +to find was the skeleton of a certain rival Obeah-man, who having, some +years before, rashly challenged Madame to a trial of skill, had gone +to visit her one night, and never left her cottage again.</p> +<p>The chief centre of this detestable system is St. Vincent, where—so +I was told by one who knows that island well—some sort of secret +College, or School of the Prophets Diabolic, exists. Its emissaries +spread over the islands, fattening themselves at the expense of their +dupes, and exercising no small political authority, which has been ere +now, and may be again, dangerous to society. In Jamaica, I was +assured by a Nonconformist missionary who had long lived there, Obeah +is by no means on the decrease; and in Hayti it is probably on the increase, +and taking—at least until the fall and death of Salnave—shapes +which, when made public in the civilised world, will excite more than +mere disgust. But of Hayti I shall be silent; having heard more +of the state of society in that unhappy place than it is prudent, for +the sake of the few white residents, to tell at present.</p> +<p>The same missionary told me that in Sierra Leone, also, Obeah and +poisoning go hand in hand. Arriving home one night, he said, with +two friends, he heard hideous screams from the house of a Portuguese +Negro, a known Obeah-man. Fearing that murder was being done, +they burst open his door, and found that he had tied up his wife hand +and foot, and was flogging her horribly. They cut the poor creature +down, and placed her in safety.</p> +<p>A day or two after, the missionary’s servant came in at sunrise +with a mysterious air.</p> +<p>‘You no go out just now, massa.’</p> +<p>There was something in the road: but what, he would not tell. +My friend went out, of course, in spite of the faithful fellow’s +entreaties; and found, as he expected, a bottle containing the usual +charms, and round it—sight of horror to all Negroes of the old +school—three white cocks’ heads—an old remnant, it +is said, of a worship ‘de quo sileat musa’—pointing +their beaks, one to his door, one to the door of each of his friends. +He picked them up, laughing, and threw them away, to the horror of his +servant.</p> +<p>But the Obeah-man was not so easily beaten. In a few days the +servant came in again with a wise visage.</p> +<p>‘You no drink a milk to-day, massa.’</p> +<p>‘Why not?’</p> +<p>‘Oh, perhaps something bad in it. You give it a cat.’</p> +<p>‘But I don’t want to poison the cat!’</p> +<p>‘Oh, dere a strange cat in a stable; me give it her.’</p> +<p>He did so; and the cat was dead in half an hour.</p> +<p>Again the fellow tried, watching when the three white men, as was +their custom, should dine together, that he might poison them all. +And again the black servant foiled him, though afraid to accuse him +openly. This time it was—‘You no drink a water in +a filter.’ And when the filter was searched, it was full +of poison-leaves.</p> +<p>A third attempt the rascal made with no more success; and then vanished +from Sierra Leone; considering—as the Obeah-men in the West Indies +are said to hold of the Catholic priests—that ‘Buccra Padre’s +Obeah was too strong for his Obeah.’</p> +<p>I know not how true the prevailing belief is, that some of these +Obeah-men carry a drop of snake’s poison under a sharpened finger-nail, +a scratch from which is death. A similar story was told to Humboldt +of a tribe of Indians on the Orinoco; and the thing is possible enough. +One story, which seemingly corroborates it, I heard, so curiously illustrative +of Negro manners in Trinidad during the last generation, that I shall +give it at length. I owe it—as I do many curious facts—to +the kindness of Mr. Lionel Fraser, chief of police of the Port of Spain, +to whom it was told, as it here stands, by the late Mr. R---, stipendiary +magistrate; himself a Creole and a man of colour:—</p> +<p>‘When I was a lad of about seventeen years of age, I was very +frequently on a sugar-estate belonging to a relation of mine; and during +crop-time particularly I took good care to be there.</p> +<p>‘Owing to my connection with the owner of the estate, I naturally +had some authority with the people; and I did my best to preserve order +amongst them, particularly in the boiling-house, where there used to +be a good deal of petty theft, especially at night; for we had not then +the powerful machinery which enables the planter to commence his grinding +late and finish it early.</p> +<p>‘There was one African on the estate who was the terror of +the Negroes, owing to his reputed supernatural powers as an Obeah-man.</p> +<p>‘This man, whom I will call Martin, was a tall, powerful Negro, +who, even apart from the mysterious powers with which he was supposed +to be invested, was a formidable opponent from his mere size and strength.</p> +<p>‘I very soon found that Martin was determined to try his authority +and influence against mine; and I resolved to give him the earliest +possible opportunity for doing so.</p> +<p>‘I remember the occasion when we first came into contact perfectly +well. It was a Saturday night, and we were boiling off. +The boiling-house was but very dimly lighted by two murky oil-lamps, +the rays from which could scarcely penetrate through the dense atmosphere +of steam which rose from the seething coppers. Occasionally a +bright glow from the furnace-mouths lighted up the scene for a single +instant, only to leave it the next moment darker than ever.</p> +<p>‘It was during one of these flashes of light that I distinctly +saw Martin deliberately filling a large tin pan with sugar from one +of the coolers.</p> +<p>‘I called out to him to desist; but he never deigned to take +the slightest notice of me. I repeated my order in a louder and +more angry tone; whereupon he turned his eyes upon me, and said, in +a most contemptuous tone, “Chut, ti bequé: quitté +moué tranquille, ou tende sinon malheur ka rivé ou.” +(Pshaw, little white boy: leave me alone, or worse will happen to you.)</p> +<p>‘It was the tone more than the words themselves that enraged +me; and without for one moment reflecting on the great disparity between +us, I made a spring from the sort of raised platform on which I stood, +and snatching the panful of sugar from his hand, I flung it, sugar and +all, into the tache, from which I knew nothing short of a miracle could +recover it.</p> +<p>‘For a moment only did Martin hesitate; and then, after fumbling +for one instant with his right hand in his girdle, he made a rush at +me. Fortunately for me, I was prepared; and springing back to +the spot where I had before been standing, I took up a light cutlass, +which I always carried about with me, and stood on the defensive.</p> +<p>‘I had, however, no occasion to use the weapon; for, in running +towards me, Martin’s foot slipped in some molasses which had been +spilt on the ground, and he fell heavily to the floor, striking his +head against the corner of one of the large wooden sugar-coolers.</p> +<p>‘The blow stunned him for the time, and before he recovered +I had left the boiling-house.</p> +<p>‘The next day, to my surprise, I found him excessively civil, +and almost obsequious: but I noticed that he had taken a violent dislike +to our head overseer, whom I shall call Jean Marie, and whom he seemed +to suspect as the person who had betrayed him to me when stealing the +sugar.</p> +<p>‘Things went on pretty quietly for some weeks, till the crop +was nearly over.</p> +<p>‘One afternoon Jean Marie told me there was to be a Jumby-dance +amongst the Africans on the estate that very night. Now Jumby-dances +were even then becoming less frequent, and I was extremely anxious to +see one; and after a good deal of difficulty, I succeeded in persuading +Jean Marie to accompany me to the hut wherein it was to be held.</p> +<p>‘It was a miserable kind of an ajoupa near the river-side; +and we had some difficulty in making our way to it through the tangled +dank grass and brushwood which surrounded it. Nor was the journey +rendered more pleasant by the constant rustling among this undergrowth, +that reminded us that there were such things as snakes and other ugly +creatures to be met with on our road.</p> +<p>‘Curiosity, however, urged us on; and at length we reached +the ajoupa, which was built on a small open space near the river, beneath +a gigantic silk-cotton tree.</p> +<p>‘Here we found assembled some thirty Africans, men and women, +very scantily dressed, and with necklaces of beads, sharks’ teeth, +dried frogs, etc., hung round their necks. They were all squatted +on their haunches outside the hut, apparently waiting for a signal to +go in.</p> +<p>‘They did not seem particularly pleased at seeing us; and one +of the men said something in African, apparently addressed to some one +inside the house; for an instant after the door was flung open, and +Martin, almost naked, and with his body painted to represent a skeleton, +stalked forth to meet us.</p> +<p>‘He asked us very angrily what we wanted there, and seemed +particularly annoyed at seeing Jean Marie. However, on my repeated +assurances that we only came to see what was going on, he at last consented +to our remaining to see the dance; only cautioning us that we must keep +perfect silence, and that a word, much more a laugh, would entail most +serious consequences.</p> +<p>‘As long as I live I shall never forget that scene. The +hut was lighted by some eight or ten candles or lamps; and in the centre, +dimly visible, was a Fêtish, somewhat of the appearance of a man, +but with the head of a cock. Everything that the coarsest fancy +could invent had been done to make this image horrible; and yet it appeared +to be the object of special adoration to the devotees assembled.</p> +<p>‘Jean Marie, to be out of the way, clambered on to one of the +cross-beams that supported the roof, whilst I leaned against the side +wall, as near as I could get to the aperture that served for a window, +to avoid the smells, which were overpowering.</p> +<p>‘Martin took his seat astride of an African tom-tom or drum; +and I noticed at the time that Jean Marie’s naked foot hung down +from the cross-beam almost directly over Martin’s head.</p> +<p>‘Martin now began to chant a monotonous African song, accompanying +with the tom-tom.</p> +<p>‘Gradually he began to quicken the measure; quicker went the +words; quicker beat the drum; and suddenly one of the women sprang into +the open space in front of the Fêtish. Round and round she +went, keeping admirable time with the music.</p> +<p>‘Quicker still went the drum. And now the whole of the +woman’s body seemed electrified by it; and, as if catching the +infection, a man now joined her in the mad dance. Couple after +couple entered the arena, and a true sorcerers’ sabbath began; +while light after light was extinguished, till at last but one remained; +by whose dim ray I could just perceive the faint outlines of the remaining +persons.</p> +<p>‘At this moment, from some cause or other, Jean Marie burst +into a loud laugh.</p> +<p>‘Instantly the drum stopped; and I distinctly saw Martin raise +his right hand, and, as it appeared to me, seize Jean Marie’s +naked foot between his finger and thumb.</p> +<p>‘As he did so, Jean Marie, with a terrible scream, which I +shall never forget, fell to the ground in strong convulsions.</p> +<p>‘We succeeded in getting him outside. But he never spoke +again; and died two hours afterwards, his body having swollen up like +that of a drowned man.</p> +<p>‘In those days there were no inquests; and but little interest +was created by the affair. Martin himself soon after died.’</p> +<p>But enough of these abominations, of which I am forced to omit the +worst.</p> +<p>That day—to go on with my own story—I left the rest of +the party to go down to the court-house, while I stayed at the camp, +sorry to lose so curious a scene, but too tired to face a crowded tropic +court, and an atmosphere of perspiration and perjury.</p> +<p>Moreover, that had befallen me which might never befall me again—I +had a chance of being alone in the forests; and into them I would wander, +and meditate on them in silence.</p> +<p>So, when all had departed, I lounged awhile in the rocking-chair, +watching two Negroes astride on the roof of a shed, on which they were +nailing shingles. Their heads were bare; the sun was intense; +the roof on which they sat must have been of the temperature of an average +frying-pan on an English fire: but the good fellows worked on, steadily +and carefully, though not fast, chattering and singing, evidently enjoying +the very act of living, and fattening in the genial heat. Lucky +dogs: who had probably never known hunger, certainly never known cold; +never known, possibly, a single animal want which they could not satisfy. +I could not but compare their lot with that of an average English artisan. +Ah, well: there is no use in fruitless comparisons; and it is no reason +that one should grudge the Negro what he has, because others, who deserve +it certainly as much as he, have it not. After all, the ancestors +of these Negroes have been, for centuries past, so hard-worked, ill-fed, +ill-used too—sometimes worse than ill-used—that it is hard +if the descendants may not have a holiday, and take the world easy for +a generation or two.</p> +<p>The perpetual Saturnalia in which the Negro, in Trinidad at least, +lives, will surely give physical strength and health to the body, and +something of cheerfulness, self-help, independence to the spirit. +If the Saturnalia be prolonged too far, and run, as they seem inclined +to run, into brutality and licence, those stern laws of Nature which +men call political economy will pull the Negro up short, and waken him +out of his dream, soon enough and sharply enough—a ‘judgment’ +by which the wise will profit and be preserved, while the fools only +will be destroyed. And meanwhile, what if in these Saturnalia +(as in Rome of old) the new sense of independence manifests itself in +somewhat of self-assertion and rudeness, often in insolence, especially +disagreeable, because deliberate? What if ‘You call me black +fellow? I mash you white face in,’ were the first words +one heard at St. Thomas’s from a Negro, on being asked, civilly +enough, by a sailor to cast off from a boat to which he had no right +to be holding on? What if a Negro now and then addresses you as +simple ‘Buccra,’ while he expects you to call him ‘Sir’; +or if a Negro woman, on being begged by an English lady to call to another +Negro woman, answers at last, after long pretences not to hear, ‘You +coloured lady! you hear dis white woman a wanting of you’? +Let it be. We white people bullied these black people quite enough +for three hundred years, to be able to allow them to play (for it is +no more) at bullying us. As long as the Negroes are decently loyal +and peaceable, and do not murder their magistrates and drink their brains +mixed with rum, nor send delegates to the President of Hayti to ask +if he will assist them, in case of a general rising, to exterminate +the whites—tricks which the harmless Negroes of Trinidad, to do +them justice, never have played, or had a thought of playing—we +must remember that we are very seriously in debt to the Negro, and must +allow him to take out instalments of his debt, now and then, in his +own fashion. After all, we brought him here, and we have no right +to complain of our own work. If, like Frankenstein, we have tried +to make a man, and made him badly; we must, like Frankenstein, pay the +penalty.</p> +<p>So much for the Negro. As for the coloured population—especially +the educated and civilised coloured population of the towns—they +stand to us in an altogether different relation. They claim to +be, and are, our kinsfolk, on another ground than that of common humanity. +We are bound to them by a tie more sacred, I had almost said more stern, +than we are to the mere Negro. They claim, and justly, to be considered +as our kinsfolk and equals; and I believe, from what I have seen of +them, that they will prove themselves such, whenever they are treated +as they are in Trinidad. What faults some of them have, proceed +mainly from a not dishonourable ambition, mixed with uncertainty of +their own position. Let them be made to feel that they are now +not a class; to forget, if possible, that they ever were one. +Let any allusion to the painful past be treated, not merely as an offence +against good manners, but as what it practically is, an offence against +the British Government; and that Government will find in them, I believe, +loyal citizens and able servants.</p> +<p>But to go back to the forest. I sauntered forth with cutlass +and collecting-box, careless whither I went, and careless of what I +saw; for everything that I could see would be worth seeing. I +know not that I found many rare or new things that day. I recollect, +amid the endless variety of objects, Film-ferns of various delicate +species, some growing in the moss tree-trunks, some clasping the trunk +itself by horizontal lateral fronds, while the main rachis climbed straight +up many feet, thus embracing the stem in a network of semi-transparent +green Guipure lace. I recollect, too, a coarse low fern <a name="citation245"></a><a href="#footnote245">{245}</a> +on stream-gravel which was remarkable, because its stem was set with +thick green prickles. I recollect, too, a dead giant tree, the +ruins of which struck me with awe. The stump stood some thirty +feet high, crumbling into tinder and dust, though its death was so recent +that the creepers and parasites had not yet had time to lay hold of +it, and around its great spur-roots lay what had been its trunk and +head, piled in stacks of rotten wood, over which I scrambled with some +caution, for fear my leg, on breaking through, might be saluted from +the inside by some deadly snake. The only sign of animal life, +however, I found about the tree, save a few millipedes and land snails, +were some lizard-eggs in a crack, about the size of those of a humming-bird.</p> +<p>I scrambled down on gravelly beaches, and gazed up the green avenues +of the brooks. I sat amid the Balisiers and Aroumas, above still +blue pools, bridged by huge fallen trunks, or with wild Pines of half +a dozen kinds set in rows: I watched the shoals of fish play in and +out of the black logs at the bottom: I gave myself up to the simple +enjoyment of looking, careless of what I looked at, or what I thought +about it all. There are times when the mind, like the body, had +best feed, gorge if you will, and leave the digestion of its food to +the unconscious alchemy of nature. It is as unwise to be always +saying to oneself, ‘Into what pigeon-hole of my brain ought I +to put this fact, and what conclusion ought I to draw from it?’ +as to ask your teeth how they intend to chew, and your gastric juice +how it intends to convert your three courses and a dessert into chyle. +Whether on a Scotch moor or in a tropic forest, it is well at times +to have full faith in Nature; to resign yourself to her, as a child +upon a holiday; to be still and let her speak. She knows best +what to say.</p> +<p>And yet I could not altogether do it that day. There was one +class of objects in the forest which I had set my heart on examining, +with all my eyes and soul; and after a while, I scrambled and hewed +my way to them, and was well repaid for a quarter of an hour’s +very hard work.</p> +<p>I had remarked, from the camp, palms unlike any I had seen before, +starring the opposite forest with pale gray-green leaves. Long +and earnestly I had scanned them through the glasses. Now was +the time to see them close, and from beneath. I soon guessed (and +rightly) that I was looking at that Palma de Jagua, <a name="citation246"></a><a href="#footnote246">{246}</a> +which excited—and no wonder—the enthusiasm of the usually +unimpassioned Humboldt. Magnificent as the tree is when its radiating +leaves are viewed from above, it is even more magnificent when you stand +beneath it. The stem, like that of the Coconut, usually curves +the height of a man ere it rises in a shaft for fifty or sixty feet +more. From the summit of that shaft springs a crown—I had +rather say, a fountain—of pinnated leaves; only eight or ten of +them; but five-and-twenty feet long each. For three-fourths of +their length they rise at an angle of 45° or more; for the last +fourth they fall over, till the point hangs straight down; and each +leaflet, which is about two feet and a half long, falls over in a similar +curve, completing the likeness of the whole to a fountain of water, +or a gush of rockets. I stood and looked up, watching the innumerable +curled leaflets, pale green above and silver-gray below, shiver and +rattle amid the denser foliage of the broad-leaved trees; and then went +on to another and to another, to stare up again, and enjoy the mere +shape of the most beautiful plant I had ever beheld, excepting always +the Musa Ensete, from Abyssinia, in the Palm-house at Kew. Truly +spoke Humboldt, of this or a closely allied species, ‘Nature has +lavished every beauty of form on the Jagua Palm.’</p> +<p>But here, as elsewhere to my great regret, I looked in vain for that +famous and beautiful tree, the Piriajo, <a name="citation247"></a><a href="#footnote247">{247}</a> +or ‘Peach Palm,’ which is described in Mr. Bates’s +book, vol ii. p. 218, under the name of Pupunha. It grows here +and there in the island, and always marks the site of an ancient Indian +settlement. This is probable enough, for ‘it grows,’ +says Mr. Bates, ‘wild nowhere on the Amazons. It is one +of those few vegetable productions (including three kinds of Manioc +and the American species of Banana) which the Indians have cultivated +from time immemorial, and brought with them in their original migration +to Brazil.’ From whence? It has never yet been found +wild; ‘its native home may possibly,’ Mr. Bates thinks, +‘be in some still unexplored tract on the eastern slopes of the +Æquatorial Andes.’ Possibly so: and possibly, again, +on tracts long sunk beneath the sea. He describes the tree as +‘a noble ornament, from fifty to sixty feet in height, and often +as straight as a scaffold-pole. The taste of the fruit may be +compared to a mixture of chestnuts and cheese. Vultures devour +it greedily, and come in quarrelsome flocks to the trees when it is +ripe. Dogs will also eat it. I do not recollect seeing cats +do the same, though they will go into the woods to eat Tucuma, another +kind of palm fruit.’</p> +<p>‘It is only the more advanced tribes,’ says Mr. Bates, +‘who have kept up the cultivation. . . . Bunches of sterile +or seedless fruits’—a mark of very long cultivation, as +in the case of the Plantain—‘occur. . . . It is one of the +principal articles of food at Ega when in season, and is boiled and +eaten with treacle or salt. A dozen of the seedless fruits make +a good nourishing meal for a full-grown person. It is the general +belief that there is more nutriment in Pupunha than in fish, or Vacca +Marina (Manati).’</p> +<p>My friend Mr. Bates will, I am sure, excuse my borrowing so much +from him about a tree which must be as significant in his eyes as it +is in mine.</p> +<p>So passed many hours, till I began to be tired of—I may almost +say, pained by—the appalling silence and loneliness; and I was +glad to get back to a point where I could hear the click of the axes +in the clearing. I welcomed it just as, after a long night on +a calm sea, when one nears the harbour again, one welcomes the sound +of the children’s voices and the stir of life about the quay, +as a relief from the utter blank, and feels oneself no longer a bubble +afloat on an infinity which knows one not, and cares nothing for one’s +existence. For in the dead stillness of mid-day, when not only +the deer, and the agoutis, and the armadillos, but the birds and insects +likewise, are all asleep, the crack of a falling branch was all that +struck my ear, as I tried in vain to verify the truth of that beautiful +passage of Humboldt’s—true, doubtless, in other forests, +or for ears more acute than mine. ‘In the mid-day,’ +he says, <a name="citation248a"></a><a href="#footnote248a">{248a}</a> +‘the larger animals seek shelter in the recesses of the forest, +and the birds hide themselves under the thick foliage of the trees, +or in the clefts of the rocks: but if, in this apparent entire stillness +of nature, one listens for the faintest tones which an attentive ear +can seize, there is perceived an all-pervading rustling sound, a humming +and fluttering of insects close to the ground, and in the lower strata +of the atmosphere. Everything announces a world of organic activity +and life. In every bush, in the cracked bark of the trees, in +the earth undermined by hymenopterous insects, life stirs audibly. +It is, as it were, one of the many voices of Nature, and can only be +heard by the sensitive and reverent ear of her true votaries.’</p> +<p>Be not too severe, great master. A man’s ear may be reverent +enough: but you must forgive its not being sensitive while it is recovering +from that most deafening of plagues, a tropic cold in the head.</p> +<p>Would that I had space to tell at length of our long and delightful +journey back the next day, which lay for several miles along the path +by which we came, and then, after we had looked down once more on the +exquisite bay of Fillette, kept along the northern wall of the mountains, +instead of turning up to the slope which we came over out of Caura. +For miles we paced a mule-path, narrow, but well kept—as it had +need to be; for a fall would have involved a roll into green abysses, +from which we should probably not have reascended. Again the surf +rolled softly far below; and here and there a vista through the trees +showed us some view of the sea and woodlands almost as beautiful as +that at Fillette. Ever and anon some fresh valuable tree or plant, +wasting in the wilderness, was pointed out. More than once we +became aware of a keen and dreadful scent, as of a concentrated essence +of unwashed tropic humanity, which proceeded from that strange animal, +the porcupine with a prehensile tail, <a name="citation248b"></a><a href="#footnote248b">{248b}</a> +who prowls in the tree-tops all night, and sleeps in them all day, spending +his idle hours in making this hideous smell. Probably he or his +ancestors have found it pay as a protection; for no jaguar or tiger-cat, +it is to be presumed, would care to meddle with anything so exquisitely +nasty, especially when it is all over sharp prickles.</p> +<p>Once—I should know the spot again among a thousand—where +we scrambled over a stony brook just like one in a Devonshire wood, +the boulders and the little pools between them swarmed with things like +scarlet and orange fingers, or sticks of sealing-wax, which we recognised, +and, looking up, saw a magnificent Bois Châtaigne, <a name="citation249a"></a><a href="#footnote249a">{249a}</a>—Pachira, +as the Indians call it,—like a great horse-chestnut, spreading +its heavy boughs overhead. And these were the fallen petals of +its last-night’s crop of flowers, which had opened there, under +the moonlight, unseen and alone. Unseen and alone? How do +we know that?</p> +<p>Then we emerged upon a beach, the very perfection of typical tropic +shore, with little rocky coves, from one to another of which we had +to ride through rolling surf, beneath the welcome shade of low shrub-fringed +cliffs; while over the little mangrove-swamp at the mouth of the glen, +Tocuche rose sheer, like M’Gillicuddy’s Reeks transfigured +into one huge emerald.</p> +<p>We turned inland again, and stopped for luncheon at a clear brook, +running through a grove of Cacao and Bois Immortelles. We sat +beneath the shade of a huge Bamboo clump; cut ourselves pint-stoups +out of the joints; and then, like great boys, got, some of us at least, +very wet in fruitless attempts to catch a huge cray-fish nigh eighteen +inches long, blue and gray, and of a shape something between a gnat +and a spider, who, with a wife and child, had taken up his abode in +a pool among the spurs of a great Bois Immortelle. However, he +was too nimble for us; and we went on, and inland once more, luckily +not leaving our bamboo stoups behind.</p> +<p>We descended, I remember, to the sea-shore again, at a certain Maraccas +Bay, and had a long ride along bright sands, between surf and scrub; +in which ride, by the by, the civiliser of Montserrat and I, to avoid +the blinding glare of the sand, rode along the firm sand between the +sea and the lagoon, through the low wood of Shore Grape and Mahaut, +Pinguin and Swamp Seguine <a name="citation249b"></a><a href="#footnote249b">{249b}</a>—which +last is an Arum with a knotted stem, from three to twelve feet high. +We brushed our way along with our cutlasses, as we sat on our saddles, +enjoying the cool shade; till my companion’s mule found herself +jammed tight in scrub, and unable to forge either ahead or astern. +Her rider was jammed too, and unable to get off; and the two had to +be cut out of the bush by fair hewing, amid much laughter, while the +wise old mule, as the cutlasses flashed close to her nose, never moved +a muscle, perfectly well aware of what had happened, and how she was +to be got out of the scrape, as she had been probably fifty times before.</p> +<p>We stopped at the end of the long beach, thoroughly tired and hungry, +for we had been on the march many hours; and discovered for the first +time that we had nothing left to eat. Luckily, a certain little +pot of ‘Ramornie’ essence of soup was recollected and brought +out. The kettle was boiling in five minutes, and half a teaspoonful +per man of the essence put on a knife’s point, and stirred with +a cutlass, to the astonishment of the grinning and unbelieving Negroes, +who were told that we were going to make Obeah soup, and were more than +half of that opinion themselves. Meanwhile, I saw the wise mule +led up into the bush; and, on asking its owner why, was told that she +was to be fed—on what, I could not see. But, much to my +amusement, he cut down a quantity of the young leaves of the Cocorite +palm; and she began to eat them greedily, as did my police-horse. +And, when the bamboo stoups were brought out, and three-quarters of +a pint of good soup was served round—not forgetting the Negroes, +one of whom, after sucking it down, rubbed his stomach, and declared, +with a grin, that it was very good Obeah—the oddness of the scene +came over me. The blazing beach, the misty mountains, the hot +trade-wind, the fantastic leaves overhead, the black limbs and faces, +the horses eating palm-leaves, and we sitting on logs among the strange +ungainly Montrichardias, drinking ‘Ramornie’ out of bamboo, +washing it down with milk from green coconuts—was this, too, a +scene in a pantomime? Would it, too, vanish if one only shut one’s +eyes and shook one’s head?</p> +<p>We turned up into the loveliest green trace, where, I know not how, +the mountain vegetation had, some of it, come down to the sea-level. +Nowhere did I see the Melastomas more luxuriant; and among them, arching +over our heads like parasols of green lace, between us and the sky, +were tall tree-ferns, as fine as those on the mountain slopes.</p> +<p>In front of us opened a flat meadow of a few acres; and beyond it, +spur upon spur, rose a noble mountain, in so steep a wall that it was +difficult to see how we were to ascend.</p> +<p>Ere we got to the mountain foot, some of our party had nigh come +to grief. For across the Savanna wandered a deep lagoon brook. +The only bridge had been washed away by rains; and we had to get the +horses through as we could, all but swimming them, two men on each horse; +and then to drive the poor creatures back for a fresh double load, with +fallings, splashings, much laughter, and a qualm or two at the recollection +that there might be unpleasant animals in the water. Electric +eels, happily, were not invented at the time when Trinidad parted from +the Main, or at least had not spread so far east: but alligators had +been by that time fully developed, and had arrived here in plenty; and +to be laid hold of by one, would have been undesirable; though our party +was strong enough to have made very short work with the monster.</p> +<p>So over we got, and through much mud, and up mountains some fifteen +hundred feet high, on which the vegetation was even richer than any +we had seen before; and down the other side, with the great lowland +and the Gulf of Paria opening before us. We rested at a police-station—always +a pleasant sight in Trinidad, for the sake of the stalwart soldier-like +brown policemen and their buxom wives, and neat houses and gardens a +focus of discipline and civilisation amid what would otherwise relapse +too soon into anarchy and barbarism; we whiled away the time by inspecting +the ward police reports, which were kept as neatly, and worded as well, +as they would have been in England; and then rolled comfortably in the +carriage down to Port of Spain, tired and happy, after three such days +as had made old blood and old brains young again.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XII: THE SAVANNA OF ARIPO</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>The last of my pleasant rides, and one which would have been perhaps +the pleasantest of all, had I had (as on other occasions) the company +of my host, was to the Cocal, or Coco-palm grove, of the east coast, +taking on my way the Savanna of Aripo. It had been our wish to +go up the Orinoco, as far as Ciudad Bolivar (the Angostura of Humboldt’s +travels), to see the new capital of Southern Venezuela, fast rising +into wealth and importance under the wise and pacific policy of its +president, Señor Dalla Costa, a man said to possess a genius +and an integrity far superior to the average of South American Republicans—of +which latter the less said the better; to push back, if possible, across +those Llanos which Humboldt describes in his <i>Personal Narrative</i>, +vol. iv. p. 295; it may be to visit the Falls of the Caroni. But +that had to be done by others, after we were gone. My days in +the island were growing short; and the most I could do was to see at +Aripo a small specimen of that peculiar Savanna vegetation, which occupies +thousands of square miles on the mainland.</p> +<p>If, therefore, the reader cares nothing for botanical and geological +speculations, he will be wise to skip this chapter. But those +who are interested in the vast changes of level and distribution of +land which have taken place all over the world since the present forms +of animals and vegetables were established on it, may possibly find +a valuable fact or two in what I thought I saw at the Savanna of Aripo.</p> +<p>My first point was, of course, the little city of San Josef. +To an Englishman, the place will be always interesting as the scene +of Raleigh’s exploit, and the capture of Berreos; and, to one +who has received the kindness which I have received from the Spanish +gentlemen of the neighbourhood, a spot full of most grateful memories. +It lies pleasantly enough, on a rise at the southern foot of the mountains, +and at the mouth of a torrent which comes down from the famous ‘Chorro,’ +or waterfall, of Maraccas. In going up to that waterfall, just +at the back of the town, I found buried, in several feet of earth, a +great number of seemingly recent but very ancient shells. Whether +they be remnants of an elevated sea-beach, or of some Indian ‘kitchen-midden,’ +I dare not decide. But the question is well worth the attention +of any geologist who may go that way. The waterfall, and the road +up to it, are best described by one who, after fourteen years of hard +scientific work in the island, now lies lonely in San Fernando churchyard, +far from his beloved Fatherland—he, or at least all of him that +could die. I wonder whether that of him which can never die, knows +what his Fatherland is doing now? But to the waterfall of Maraccas, +or rather to poor Dr. Krueger’s description of it:—</p> +<p>‘The northern chain of mountains, covered nearly everywhere +with dense forests, is intersected at various angles by numbers of valleys +presenting the most lovely character. Generally each valley is +watered by a silvery stream, tumbling here and there over rocks and +natural dams, ministering in a continuous rain to the strange-looking +river-canes, dumb-canes, and balisiers that voluptuously bend their +heads to the drizzly shower which plays incessantly on their glistening +leaves, off which the globules roll in a thousand pearls, as from the +glossy plumage of a stately swan.</p> +<p>‘One of these falls deserves particular notice—the Cascade +of Maraccas—in the valley of that name. The high road leads +up the valley a few miles, over hills, and along the windings of the +river, exhibiting the varying scenery of our mountain district in the +fairest style. There, on the river-side, you may admire the gigantic +pepper-trees, or the silvery leaves of the Calathea, the lofty bamboo, +or the fragrant Pothos, the curious Cyclanthus, or frowning nettles, +some of the latter from ten to twelve feet high. But how to describe +the numberless treasures which everywhere strike the eye of the wandering +naturalist?</p> +<p>‘To reach the Chorro, or Cascade, you strike to the right into +a “path” that brings you first to a cacao plantation, through +a few rice or maize fields, and then you enter the shade of the virgin +forest. Thousands of interesting objects now attract your attention: +here, the wonderful Norantea or the resplendent Calycophyllum, a Tabernæmontana +or a Faramea filling the air afar off with the fragrance of their blossoms; +there, a graceful Heliconia winking at you from out some dark ravine. +That shrubbery above is composed of a species of Bœhmeria or Ardisia, +and that scarlet flower belongs to our native Aphelandra. In the +rear are one or two Philodendrons—disagreeable guests, for their +smell is bad enough, and they blister when imprudently touched. +There also you may see a tree-fern, though a small one. Nearer +to us, and low down beneath our feet, that rich panicle of flowers belongs +to a Begonia; and here also is an assemblage of ferns of the genera +Asplenium, Hymenophyllum, and Trichomanes, as well as of Hepaticæ +and Mosses. But what are those yellow and purple flowers hanging +above our heads? They are Bignonias and Mucunas—creepers +straying from afar which have selected this spot, where they may, under +the influence of the sun’s beams, propagate their race. +Those chain-like, fantastic, strange-looking lianes, resembling a family +of boas, are Bauhinias; and beyond, through the opening you see, in +the abandoned ground of some squatter’s garden, the trumpet-tree +(Cecropia) and the groo-groo, the characteristic plants of the rastrajo.</p> +<p>‘Now, let us proceed on our walk; we mean the cascade:—Here +it is, opposite to you, a grand spectacle indeed! From a perpendicular +wall of solid rock, of more than three hundred feet, down rushes a stream +of water, splitting in the air, and producing a constant shower, which +renders this lovely spot singularly and deliciously cool. Nearly +the whole extent of this natural wall is covered with plants, among +which you can easily discern numbers of ferns and mosses, two species +of Pitcairnia with beautiful red flowers, some Aroids, various nettles, +and here and there a Begonia. How different such a spot would +look in cold Europe! Below, in the midst of a never-failing drizzle, +grow luxuriant Ardisias, Aroids, Ferns, Costas, Heliconias, Centropogons, +Hydrocotyles, Cyperoids, and Grasses of various genera, Tradescantias +and Commelynas, Billbergias, and, occasionally, a few small Rubiaceæ +and Melastomaceæ.’</p> +<p>The cascade, when I saw it, was somewhat disfigured above and below. +Above, the forest-fires of last year had swept the edge of the cliff, +and had even crawled half-way down, leaving blackened rocks and gray +stems; and below, loyal zeal had cut away only too much of the rich +vegetation, to make a shed or stable, in anticipation of a visit from +the Duke of Edinburgh, who did not come. A year or two, however, +in this climate will heal these temporary scars, and all will be as +luxuriant as ever. Indeed such scars heal only too fast here. +For the paths become impassable from brush and weeds every six months, +and have to be cutlassed out afresh; and when it was known that we were +going up to the waterfall, a gang had to be set to work to save the +lady of the party being wetted through by leaf-dew up to her shoulders, +as she sat upon her horse. Pretty it was—a bit out of an +older and more simple world—to see the yeoman-gentleman who had +contracted for the mending of the road, and who counts among his ancestors +the famous Ponce de Leon, meeting us half-way on our return; dressed +more simply, and probably much poorer, than an average English yeoman: +but keeping untainted the stately Castilian courtesy, as with hat in +hand—I hope I need not say that my hat was at my saddle-bow all +the while—he inquired whether La Señorita had found the +path free from all obstructions, and so forth.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘The old order changes, giving place to the new:<br />Lest +one good custom should corrupt the world.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>But when, two hundred years hence, there are no more such gentlemen +of the old school left in the world, what higher form of true civilisation +shall we have invented to put in its place? None as yet. +All our best civilisation, in every class, is derived from that; from +the true self respect which is founded on respect for others.</p> +<p>From San Josef, I was taken on in the carriage of a Spanish gentleman +through Arima, a large village where an Indian colony makes those baskets +and other wares from the Arouma-leaf for which Trinidad is noted; and +on to his estate at Guanapo, a pleasant lowland place, with wide plantations +of Cacao, only fourteen years old, but in full and most profitable bearing; +rich meadows with huge clumps of bamboo; and a roomy timber-house, beautifully +thatched with palm, which serves as a retreat, in the dry season, for +him and his ladies, when baked out of dusty San Josef. On my way +there, by the by, I espied, and gathered for the first and last time, +a flower very dear to me—a crimson Passion flower, rambling wild +over the bush.</p> +<p>When we arrived, the sun was still so high in heaven that the kind +owner offered to push on that very afternoon to the Savanna of Aripo, +some five miles off. Police-horses had arrived from Arima, in +one of which I recognised my trusty old brown cob of the Northern Mountains, +and laid hands on him at once; and away three or four of us went, the +squire leading the way on his mule, with cutlass and umbrella, both +needful enough.</p> +<p>We went along a sandy high road, bordered by a vegetation new to +me. Low trees, with wiry branches and shining evergreen leaves, +which belonged, I was told, principally to the myrtle tribe, were overtopped +by Jagua palms, and packed below with Pinguins; with wild pine-apples, +whose rose and purple flower-heads were very beautiful; and with a species +of palm of which I had often heard, but which I had never seen before, +at least in any abundance, namely, the Timit, <a name="citation256a"></a><a href="#footnote256a">{256a}</a> +the leaves of which are used as thatch. A low tree, seldom rising +more than twenty or thirty feet, it throws out wedge shaped leaves some +ten or twelve feet long, sometimes all but entire, sometimes irregularly +pinnate, because the space between the straight and parallel side nerves +has not been filled up. These flat wedge-shaped sheets, often +six feet across, and the oblong pinnæ, some three feet long by +six inches to a foot in breadth, make admirable thatch; and on emergency, +as we often saw that day, good umbrellas. Bundles of them lay +along the roadside, tied up, ready for carrying away, and each Negro +or Negress whom we passed carried a Timit-leaf, and hooked it on to +his head when a gush of rain came down.</p> +<p>After a while we turned off the high road into a forest path, which +was sound enough, the soil being one sheet of poor sand and white quartz +gravel, which would in Scotland, or even Devonshire, have carried nothing +taller than heath, but was here covered with impenetrable jungle. +The luxuriance of this jungle, be it remembered, must not delude a stranger, +as it has too many ere now, into fancying that the land would be profitable +under cultivation. As long as the soil is shaded and kept damp, +it will bear an abundant crop of woody fibre, which, composed almost +entirely of carbon and water, drains hardly any mineral constituents +from the soil. But if that jungle be once cleared off, the slow +and careful work of ages has been undone in a moment. The burning +sun bakers up everything; and the soil, having no mineral staple wherewith +to support a fresh crop if planted, is reduced to aridity and sterility +for years to come. Timber, therefore, I believe, and timber only, +is the proper crop for these poor soils, unless medicinal or otherwise +useful trees should be discovered hereafter worth the planting. +To thin out the useless timbers—but cautiously, for fear of letting +in the sun’s rays—and to replace them by young plants of +useful timbers, is all that Government can do with the poorer bits of +these Crown lands, beyond protecting (as it does now to the best of +its power) the natural crop of Timit-leaves from waste and destruction. +So much it ought to do; and so much it can and will do in Trinidad, +which—happily for it—possesses a Government which governs, +instead of leaving every man, as in the Irishman’s paradise, to +‘do what is right in the sight of his own eyes, and what is wrong +too, av he likes.’ Without such wise regulation, and even +restraint, of the ignorant greediness of human toil, intent only (as +in the too exclusive cultivation of the sugar-cane and of the cotton-plant) +on present profits, without foresight or care for the future, the lands +of warmer climates will surely fall under that curse, so well described +by the venerable Elias Fries, of Lund. <a name="citation257a"></a><a href="#footnote257a">{257a}</a></p> +<p>‘A broad belt of waste land follows gradually in the steps +of cultivation. If it expands, its centre and its cradle dies, +and on the outer borders only do we find green shoots. But it +is not impossible, only difficult, for man, without renouncing the advantage +of culture itself, one day to make reparation for the injury which he +has inflicted; he is the appointed lord of creation. True it is +that thorns and thistles, ill-favoured and poisonous plants, well named +by botanists “rubbish-plants,” mark the track which man +has proudly traversed through the earth. Before him lay original +Nature in her wild but sublime beauty. Behind him he leaves the +desert, a deformed and ruined land; for childish desire of destruction +or thoughtless squandering of vegetable treasures has destroyed the +character of Nature; and, terrified, man himself flies from the arena +of his actions, leaving the impoverished earth to barbarous races or +to animals, so long as yet another spot in virgin beauty smiles before +him. Here, again, in selfish pursuit of profit, and, consciously +or unconsciously, following the abominable principle of the great moral +vileness which one man has expressed—“Après nous +le déluge”—he begins anew the work of destruction. +Thus did cultivation, driven out, leave the East, and perhaps the Deserts +formerly robbed of their coverings: like the wild hordes of old over +beautiful Greece, thus rolls the conquest with fearful rapidity from +east to west through America; and the planter now often leaves the already +exhausted land, the eastern climate becomes infertile through the demolition +of the forests, to introduce a similar revolution into the far West.’</p> +<p>For a couple of miles or more we trotted on through this jungle, +till suddenly we saw light ahead; and in five minutes the forest ended, +and a scene opened before us which made me understand the admiration +which Humboldt and other travellers have expressed at the far vaster +Savannas of the Orinoco.</p> +<p>A large sheet of gray-green grass, bordered by the forest wall, as +far as the eye could see, and dotted with low bushes, weltered in mirage; +while stretching out into it, some half a mile off, a gray promontory +into a green sea, was an object which filled me with more awe and admiration +than anything which I had seen in the island.</p> +<p>It was a wood of Moriche palms; like a Greek temple, many hundred +yards in length, and, as I guessed, nearly a hundred feet in height; +and, like a Greek temple, ending abruptly at its full height. +The gray columns, perfectly straight and parallel, supported a dark +roof of leaves, gray underneath, and reflecting above, from their broad +fans, sheets of pale glittering-light. Such serenity of grandeur +I never saw in any group of trees; and when we rode up to it, and tethered +our horses in its shade, it seemed to me almost irreverent not to kneel +and worship in that temple not made with hands.</p> +<p>When we had gazed our fill, we set hastily to work to collect plants, +as many as the lateness of the hour and the scalding heat would allow. +A glance showed the truth of Dr. Krueger’s words:—</p> +<p>‘It is impossible to describe the feelings of the botanist +when arriving at a field like this, so much unlike anything he has seen +before. Here are full-blowing large Orchids, with red, white, +and yellow flowers; and among the grasses, smaller ones of great variety, +and as great scientific interest—Melastomaceous plants of various +genera; Utricularias, Droseras, rare and various grasses, and Cyperoids +of small sizes and fine kinds, with a species of Cassytha; in the water, +Ceratophyllum (the well-known hornwort of the English ponds) and bog-mosses. +Such a variety of forms and colours is nowhere else to be met with in +the island.’</p> +<p>Of the Orchids, we only found one in flower; and of the rest, of +course, we had time only to gather a very few of the more remarkable, +among which was that lovely cousin of the Clerodendrons, the crimson +Amasonia, which ought to be in all hothouses. The low bushes, +I found, were that curious tree the Chaparro, <a name="citation259a"></a><a href="#footnote259a">{259a}</a> +but not the Chaparro <a name="citation259b"></a><a href="#footnote259b">{259b}</a> +so often mentioned by Humboldt as abounding on the Llanos. This +Chaparro is remarkable, first, for the queer little Natural Order to +which it belongs; secondly, for its tanning properties; thirdly, for +the very nasty smell of its flowers; fourthly, for the roughness of +its leaves, which make one’s flesh creep, and are used, I believe, +for polishing steel; and lastly, for its wide geographical range, from +Isla de Pinos, near Cuba—where Columbus, to his surprise, saw +true pines growing in the Tropics—all over the Llanos, and down +to Brazil; an ancient, ugly, sturdy form of vegetation, able to get +a scanty living out of the poorest soils, and consequently triumphant, +as yet, in the battle of life.</p> +<p>The soil of the Savanna was a poor sandy clay, treacherous, and often +impassable for horses, being half dried above and wet beneath. +The vegetation grew, not over the whole, but in innumerable tussocks, +which made walking very difficult. The type of the rushes and +grasses was very English; but among them grew, here and there, plants +which excited my astonishment; above all, certain Bladder-worts, <a name="citation259c"></a><a href="#footnote259c">{259c}</a> +which I had expected to find, but which, when found, were so utterly +unlike any English ones, that I did not recognise at first what they +were. Our English Bladder-worts, as everybody knows, float in +stagnant water on tangles of hair-like leaves, something like those +of the Water-Ranunculus, but furnished with innumerable tiny bladders; +and this raft supports the little scape of yellow snapdragon-like flowers. +There are in Trinidad and other parts of South America Bladder-worts +of this type. But those which we found to-day, growing out of +the damp clay, were more like in habit to a delicate stalk of flax, +or even a bent of grass, upright, leafless or all but leafless, with +heads of small blue or yellow flowers, and carrying, in one species, +a few very minute bladders about the roots, in another none at all. +A strange variation from the normal type of the family; yet not so strange, +after all, as that of another variety in the high mountain woods, which, +finding neither ponds to float in nor swamp to root in, has taken to +lodging as a parasite among the wet moss on tree-trunks; not so strange, +either, as that of yet another, which floats, but in the most unexpected +spots, namely, in the water which lodges between the leaf-sheaths of +the wild pines, perched on the tree-boughs, a parasite on parasites; +and sends out long runners, as it grows, along the bough, in search +of the next wild pine and its tiny reservoirs.</p> +<p>In the face of such strange facts, is it very absurd to guess that +these Utricularias, so like each other in their singular and highly +specialised flowers, so unlike each other in the habit of the rest of +the plant, have started from some one original type perhaps long since +extinct; and that, carried by birds into quite new situations, they +have adapted themselves, by natural selection, to new circumstances, +changing the parts which required change—the leaves and stalks; +but keeping comparatively unchanged those which needed no change—the +flowers?</p> +<p>But I was not prepared, as I should have been had I studied my Griesbach’s +<i>West Indian Flora</i> carefully enough beforehand, for the next proof +of the wide distribution of water-plants. For as I scratched and +stumbled among the tussocks, ‘larding the lean earth as I stalked +along,’ my kind guide put into my hand, with something of an air +of triumph, a little plant, which was—there was no denying it—none +other than the long-leaved Sundew, <a name="citation260a"></a><a href="#footnote260a">{260a}</a> +with its clammy-haired paws full of dead flies, just as they would have +been in any bog in Devonshire or in Hampshire, in Wales or in Scotland. +But how came it here? And more, how has it spread, not only over +the whole of Northern Europe, Canada, and the United States, but even +as far south as Brazil? Its being common to North America and +Europe is not surprising. It may belong to that comparatively +ancient Flora which existed when there was land way between the two +continents by way of Greenland, and the bison ranged from Russia to +the Rocky Mountains. But its presence within the Tropics is more +probably explained by supposing that it, like the Bladder-worts, has +been carried on the feet or in the crop of birds.</p> +<p>The Savanna itself, like those of Caroni and Piarco, offers, I suspect, +a fresh proof that a branch of the Orinoco once ran along the foot of +the northern mountains of Trinidad.</p> +<p>‘It is impossible,’ says Humboldt, <a name="citation260b"></a><a href="#footnote260b">{260b}</a> +‘to cross the burning plains’ (of the Orinocquan Savannas) +‘without inquiring whether they have always been in the same state; +or whether they have been stripped of their vegetation by some revolution +of nature. The stratum of mould now found on them is very thin. +. . . The plains were, doubtless, less bare in the fifteenth century +than they are now; yet the first Conquistadores, who came from Coro, +described them then as Savannas, where nothing could be perceived save +the sky and the turf; which were generally destitute of trees, and difficult +to traverse on account of the reverberation of heat from the soil. +Why does not the great forest of the Oroonoco extend to the north, or +the left bank of that river? Why does it not fill that vast space +that reaches as far as the Cordillera of the coast, and which is fertilised +by various rivers? This question is connected with all that relates +to the history of our planet. If, indulging in geological reveries, +we suppose that the Steppes of America and the desert of Sahara have +been stripped of their vegetation by an irruption of the ocean, or that +they formed the bottom of an inland lake’—(the Sahara, as +is now well known, is the quite recently elevated bed of a great sea +continuous with the Atlantic)—‘we may conceive that thousands +of years have not sufficed for the trees and shrubs to advance toward +the centre from the borders of the forests, from the skirts of the plains +either naked or covered with turf, and darken so vast a space with their +shade. It is more difficult to explain the origin of bare savannas +enclosed in forests, than to recognise the causes which maintain forests +and savannas within their ancient limits like continents and seas.’</p> +<p>With these words in my mind, I could not but look on the Savanna +of Aripo as one of the last-made bits of dry land in Trinidad, still +unfurnished with the common vegetation of the island. The two +invading armies of tropical plants—one advancing from the north, +off the now almost destroyed land which connected Trinidad and the Cordillera +with the Antilles; the other from the south-west, off the utterly destroyed +land which connected Trinidad with Guiana—met, as I fancy, ages +since, on the opposite banks of a mighty river, or estuary, by which +the Orinoco entered the ocean along the foot of the northern mountains. +As that river-bed rose and became dry land, the two Floras crossed and +intermingled. Only here and there, as at Aripo, are left patches, +as it were, of a third Flora, which once spread uninterruptedly along +the southern base of the Cordillera and over the lowland which is now +the Gulf of Paria, along the alluvial flats of the mighty stream; and +the Moriche palms of Aripo may be the lineal descendants of those which +now inhabit the Llanos of the main; as those again may be the lineal +descendants of the Moriches which Schomburgk found forming forests among +the mountains of Guiana, up to four thousand feet above the sea. +Age after age the Moriche apples floated down the stream, settling themselves +on every damp spot not yet occupied by the richer vegetation of the +forests, and ennobled, with their solitary grandeur, what without them +would have been a dreary waste of mud and sand.</p> +<p>These Savannas of Trinidad stand, it must be remembered, in the very +line where, on such a theory, they might be expected to stand, along +the newest deposit; the great band of sand, gravel, and clay rubbish +which stretches across the island at the mountain-foot, its highest +point in thirty-six miles being only two hundred and twenty feet—an +elevation far less than the corresponding depression of the Bocas, which +has parted Trinidad from the main Cordillera. That the rubbish +on this line was deposited by a river or estuary is as clear to me as +that the river was either a very rapid one, or subject to violent and +lofty floods, as the Orinoco is now. For so are best explained, +not merely the sheets of gravel, but the huge piles of boulder which +have accumulated at the mouth of the mountain gorges on the northern +side.</p> +<p>As for the southern shore of this supposed channel of the Orinoco, +it at once catches the eye of any one standing on the northern range. +He must see that he is on one shore of a vast channel, the other shore +of which is formed by the Montserrat, Tamana, and Manzanilla hills; +far lower now than the northern range, Tamana only being over a thousand +feet, but doubtless, in past ages, far higher than now. No one +can doubt this who has seen the extraordinary degradation going on still +about the summits, or who remembers that the strata, whether tertiary +or lower chalk, have been, over the greater part of the island, upheaved, +faulted, set on end, by the convulsions seemingly so common during the +Miocene epoch, and since then sawn away by water and air into one rolling +outline, quite independent of the dip of the strata. The whole +southern two thirds of Trinidad represent a wear and tear which is not +to be counted by thousands, or hundreds of thousands, of years; and +yet which, I verily believe, has taken place since the average plants, +trees, and animals of the island dwelt therein.</p> +<p>This elevation may have well coincided with the depression of the +neighbouring Gulf of Paria. That the southern portion of that +gulf was once dry land; that the Serpent’s Mouth did not exist +when the present varieties of plants and animals were created, is matter +of fact, proven by the identity of the majority of plants and animals +on both shores. How else—to give a few instances out of +hundreds—did the Mora, the Brazil-nut, the Cannon-ball tree: how +else did the Ant-eater, the Coendou, the two Cuencos, the Guazupita +deer, enter Trinidad? Humboldt—though, unfortunately, he +never visited the island—saw this at a glance. While he +perceived that the Indian story, how the Boca Drago to the north had +been only lately broken through, had a foundation of truth, ‘It +cannot be doubted,’ he says, ‘that the Gulf of Paria was +once an inland basin, and the Punta Icacque (its south-western extremity) +united to the Punta Toleto, east of the Boca de Pedernales.’ <a name="citation262"></a><a href="#footnote262">{262}</a> +In which case there may well have been—one may almost say there +must have been—an outlet for that vast body of water which pours, +often in tremendous floods, from the Pedernales’ mouth of the +Orinoco, as well as from those of the Tigre, Guanipa, Caroli, and other +streams between it and the Cordillera on the north; and this outlet +probably lay along the line now occupied by the northern Savannas of +Trinidad.</p> +<p>So much this little natural park of Aripo taught, or seemed to teach +me. But I did not learn the whole of the lesson that afternoon, +or indeed till long after. There was no time then to work out +such theories. The sun was getting low, and more intolerable as +he sank; and to escape a sunstroke on the spot, or at least a dark ride +home, we hurried off into the forest shade, after one last look at the +never-to-be-forgotten Morichal, and trotted home to luxury and sleep.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII: THE COCAL</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>Next day, like the ‘Young Muleteers of Grenada,’ a good +song which often haunted me in those days,</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘With morning’s earliest twinkle<br />Again we are up +and gone,’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>with two horses, two mules, and a Negro and a Coolie carrying our +scanty luggage in Arima baskets: but not without an expression of pity +from the Negro who cleaned my boots. ‘Where were we going?’ +To the east coast. Cuffy turned up what little nose he had. +He plainly considered the east coast, and indeed Trinidad itself, as +not worth looking at. ‘Ah! you should go Barbadoes, sa. +Dat de country to see. I Barbadian, sa.’ No doubt. +It is very quaint, this self-satisfaction of the Barbadian Negro. +Whether or not he belonged originally to some higher race—for +there are as great differences of race among Negroes as among any white +men—he looks down on the Negroes, and indeed on the white men, +of other islands, as beings of an inferior grade; and takes care to +inform you in the first five minutes that he is ‘neider C’rab +nor Creole, but true Barbadian barn.’ This self-conceit +of his, meanwhile, is apt to make him unruly, and the cause of unruliness +in others when he emigrates. The Barbadian Negroes are, I believe, +the only ones who give, or ever have given, any trouble in Trinidad; +and in Barbadoes itself, though the agricultural Negroes work hard and +well, who that knows the West Indies knows not the insubordination of +the Bridgetown boatmen, among whose hands a traveller and his luggage +are, it is said, likely enough to be pulled in pieces? However, +they are rather more quiet just now; for not a thousand years ago a +certain steamer’s captain, utterly unable to clear his quarter +of the fleet of fighting, jabbering brown people, turned the steam pipe +on them. At which quite unexpected artillery they fled precipitately; +and have had some rational respect for a steamer’s quarter ever +since. After all, I do not deny that this man’s being a +Barbadian opened my heart to him at once, for old sakes’ sake.</p> +<p>Another specimen of Negro character I was to have analysed, or tried +to analyse, at the estate where I had slept. M. F--- had lately +caught a black servant at the brook-side busily washing something in +a calabash, and asked him what was he doing there? The conversation +would have been held, of course, in French-Spanish-African—Creole +patois, a language which is becoming fixed, with its own grammar and +declensions, etc. A curious book on it has lately been published +in Trinidad by Mr. Thomas, a coloured gentleman, who seems to be at +once no mean philologer and no mean humorist. The substance of +the Negro’s answer was, ‘Why, sir, you sent me to the town +to buy a packet of sugar and a packet of salt; and coming back it rained +so hard, the packets burst, and the salt was all washed into the sugar. +And so—I am washing it out again.’ . . .</p> +<p>This worthy was to have been brought to me, that I might discover, +if possible, by what processes of ‘that which he was pleased to +call his mind’ he had arrived at the conclusion that such a thing +could be done. Clearly, he could not plead unavoidable ignorance +of the subject-matter, as might the old cook at San Josef, who, the +first time her master brought home Wenham Lake ice from Port of Spain, +was scandalised at the dirtiness of the ‘American water,’ +washed off the sawdust, and dried the ice in the sun. His was +a case of Handy-Andyism, as that intellectual disease may be named, +after Mr. Lover’s hero; like that of the Obeah-woman, when she +tried to bribe the white gentleman with half a dozen of bottled beer; +a case of muddle-headed craft and elaborate silliness, which keeps no +proportion between the means and the end; so common in insane persons; +frequent, too, among the lower Irish, such as Handy Andy; and very frequent, +I am afraid, among the Negroes. But—as might have been expected—the +poor boy’s moral sense had proved as shaky as his intellectual +powers. He had just taken a fancy to some goods of his master’s; +and had retreated, to enjoy them the more securely, into the southern +forests, with a couple of brown policemen on his track. So he +was likely to undergo a more simple investigation than that which was +submitted to my analysis, viz. how he proposed to wash the salt out +of the sugar.</p> +<p>We arrived after a while at Valencia, a scattered hamlet in the woods, +with a good shop or ‘store’ upon a village green, under +the verandah whereof lay, side by side with bottled ale and biscuit +tins, bags of Carapo <a name="citation265"></a><a href="#footnote265">{265}</a> +nuts; trapezoidal brown nuts—enclosed originally in a round fruit—which +ought some day to form a valuable article of export. Their bitter +anthelminthic oil is said to have medicinal uses; but it will be still +more useful for machinery, as it has—like that curious flat gourd +the Sequa <a name="citation266a"></a><a href="#footnote266a">{266a}</a>—the +property of keeping iron from rust. The tree itself, common here +and in Guiana, is one of the true Forest Giants; we saw many a noble +specimen of it in our rides. Its timber is tough, not over heavy, +and extensively used already in the island; while its bark is a febrifuge +and tonic. In fact it possesses all those qualities which make +its brethren, the Meliaceæ, valuable throughout the Tropics. +But it is not the only tree of South America whose bark may be used +as a substitute for quinine. They may be counted possibly by dozens. +A glance at the excellent enumerations of the uses of vegetable products +to be found in Lindley’s <i>Vegetable Kingdom</i> (a monument +of learning) will show how God provides, how man neglects and wastes. +As a single instance, the Laurels alone are known already to contain +several valuable febrifuges, among which the Demerara Greenheart, or +Bibiri, <a name="citation266b"></a><a href="#footnote266b">{266b}</a> +claims perhaps the highest rank. ‘Dr. Maclagan has shown,’ +says Dr. Lindley, ‘that sulphate of Bibiri acts with rapid and +complete success in arresting ague.’ This tree spreads from +Jamaica to the Spanish Main. It is plentiful in Trinidad; still +more plentiful in Guiana; and yet all of it which reaches Europe is +a little of its hard beautiful wood for the use of cabinetmakers; while +in Demerara, I am assured by an eye-witness, many tons of this precious +Greenheart bark are thrown away year by year. So goes the world; +and man meanwhile at once boasts of his civilisation, and complains +of the niggardliness of Nature.</p> +<p>But if I once begin on this subject I shall not know where to end.</p> +<p>Our way lay now for miles along a path which justified all that I +had fancied about the magnificent possibilities of landscape gardening +in the Tropics. A grass drive, as we should call it in England—a +‘trace,’ as it is called in the West Indies—some sixty +feet in width, and generally carpeted with short turf, led up hill and +down dale; for the land, though low, is much ridged and gullied, and +there has been as yet no time to cut down the hills, or to metal the +centre of the road. It led, as the land became richer, through +a natural avenue even grander than those which I had already seen. +The light and air, entering the trace, had called into life the undergrowth +and lower boughs, till from the very turf to a hundred and fifty feet +in height rose one solid green wall, spangled here and there with flowers. +Below was Mamure, Roseau, Timit, Aroumas, and Tulumas, <a name="citation266c"></a><a href="#footnote266c">{266c}</a> +mixed with Myrtles and Melastomas; then the copper Bois Mulatres among +the Cocorite and Jagua palms; above them the heads of enormous broad-leaved +trees of I know not how many species; and the lianes festooning all +from cope to base. The crimson masses of Norantea on the highest +tree-tops were here most gorgeous; but we had to beware of staring aloft +too long, for fear of riding into mud-holes—for the wet season +would not end as yet, though dry weather was due—or, even worse, +into the great Parasol-ant warrens, which threatened, besides a heavy +fall, stings innumerable. At one point, I recollect, a gold-green +Jacamar sat on a log and looked at me till I was within five yards of +her. At another we heard the screams of Parrots; at another, the +double note of the Toucan; at another, the metallic clank of the Bell-bird, +or what was said to be the Bell-bird. But this note was not that +solemn and sonorous toll of the Campanese of the mainland which is described +by Waterton and others. It resembled rather the less poetical +sound of a woman beating a saucepan to make a swarm of bees settle.</p> +<p>At one point we met a gang of Negroes felling timber to widen the +road. Fresh fallen trees, tied together with lianes, lay everywhere. +What a harvest for the botanist was among them! I longed to stay +there a week to examine and collect. But time pressed; and, indeed, +collecting plants in the wet season is a difficult and disappointing +work. In an air saturated with moisture specimens turn black and +mouldy, and drop to pieces; and unless turned over and exposed to every +chance burst of sunshine, the labour of weeks is lost, if indeed meanwhile +the ants, and other creeping things, have not eaten the whole into rags.</p> +<p>Among these Negroes was one who excited my astonishment; not merely +for his size, though he was perhaps the tallest man whom I saw among +the usually tall Negroes of Trinidad; but for his features, which were +altogether European of the highest type; the forehead high and broad, +the cheek-bones flat, the masque long and oval, and the nose aquiline +and thin enough for any prince. Conscious of his own beauty and +strength, he stood up among the rest as an old Macedonian might have +stood up among the Egyptians he had conquered. We tried to find +out his parentage. My companions presumed he was an ‘African,’ +<i>i.e</i>. imported during the times of slavery. He said No: +that he was a Creole, island born; but his father, it appeared, had +been in one of our Negro regiments, and had been settled afterwards +on a Government grant of land. Whether his beauty was the result +of ‘atavism’—of the reappearance, under the black +skin and woolly hair, of some old stain of white blood; or whether, +which is more probable, he came of some higher African race; one could +not look at him without hopeful surmises as to the possible rise of +the Negro, and as to the way in which it will come about—the only +way in which any race has permanently risen, as far as I can ascertain; +namely, by the appearance among them of sudden sports of nature; individuals +of an altogether higher type; such a man as that terrible Dâaga, +whose story has been told. If I am any judge of physiognomy, such +a man as that, having—what the Negro has not yet had—‘la +carrière ouverte aux talents,’ might raise, not himself +merely, but a whole tribe, to an altogether new level in culture and +ability.</p> +<p>Just after passing this gang we found, lying by the road, two large +snakes, just killed, which I would gladly have preserved had it been +possible. They were, the Negroes told us, ‘Dormillons,’ +or ‘Mangrove Cascabel,’ a species as yet, I believe, undescribed; +and, of course, here considered as very poisonous, owing to their likeness +to the true Cascabel, <a name="citation268"></a><a href="#footnote268">{268}</a> +whose deadly fangs are justly dreaded by the Lapo hunter. For +the Cascabel has a fancy for living in the Lapo’s burrow, as does +the rattlesnake in that of the prairie dog in the Western United States, +and in the same friendly and harmless fashion; and is apt, when dug +out, to avenge himself and his host by a bite which is fatal in a few +hours. But these did not seem to me to have the heads of poisonous +snakes; and, in spite of the entreaties of the terrified Negroes, I +opened their mouths to judge for myself, and found them, as I expected, +utterly fangless and harmless. I was not aware then that Dr. De +Verteuil had stated the same fact in print; but I am glad to corroborate +it, for the benefit of at least the rational people in Trinidad: for +snakes, even poisonous ones, should be killed as seldom as possible. +They feed on rats and vermin, and are the farmer’s good friend, +whether in the Tropics or in England; and to kill a snake, or even an +adder—who never bites any one if he is allowed to run away—is, +in nineteen cases out of twenty, mere wanton mischief.</p> +<p>The way was beguiled, if I recollect rightly, for some miles on, +by stories about Cuba and Cuban slavery from one of our party. +He described the political morality of Cuba as utterly dissolute; told +stories of great sums of money voted for roads which are not made to +this day, while the money had found its way into the pockets of Government +officials; and, on the whole, said enough to explain the determination +of the Cubans to shake off Spanish misrule, and try what they could +do for themselves on this earth. He described Cuban slavery as, +on the whole, mild; corporal punishment being restricted by law to a +few blows, and very seldom employed: but the mildness seemed dictated +rather by self-interest than by humanity. ‘Ill-use our slaves?’ +said a Cuban to him. ‘We cannot afford it. You take +good care of your four-legged mules: we of our two-legged ones.’ +The children, it seems, are taken away from the mothers, not merely +because the mothers are needed for work, but because they neglect their +offspring so much that the children have more chance of living—and +therefore of paying—if brought up by hand. So each estate +has, or had, its crêche, as the French would call it—a great +nursery, in which the little black things are reared, kindly enough, +by the elder ladies of the estate. To one old lady, who wearied +herself all day long in washing, doctoring, and cramming the babies, +my friend expressed pity for all the trouble she took about her human +brood. ‘Oh dear no,’ answered she; ‘they are +a great deal easier to rear than chickens.’ The system, +however, is nearly at an end. Already the Cuban Revolution has +produced measures of half-emancipation; and in seven years’ time +probably there will not be a slave in Cuba.</p> +<p>We waded stream after stream under the bamboo clumps, and in one +of them we saw swimming a green rigoise, or whip-snake, which must have +been nearly ten feet long. It swam with its head and the first +two feet of its body curved aloft like a swan, while the rest of the +body lay along the surface of the water in many curves—a most +graceful object as it glided away into dark shadow along an oily pool. +At last we reached an outlying camp, belonging to one of our party who +was superintending the making of new roads in that quarter, and there +rested our weary limbs, some in hammock, some on the tables, some, again, +on the clay floor. Here I saw, as I saw every ten minutes, something +new—that quaint vegetable plaything described by Humboldt and +others; namely, the spathe of the Timit palm. It encloses, as +in most palms, a branched spadix covered with innumerable round buds, +most like a head of millet, two feet and a half long: but the spathe, +instead of splitting and forming a hood over the flowers, as in the +Cocorite and most palms, remains entire, and slips off like the finger +of a glove. When slipped off, it is found to be made of two transverse +layers of fibre—a bit of veritable natural lace, similar to, though +far less delicate than, the famous lace-bark of the Lagetta-tree, peculiar, +I believe, to one district in the Jamaica mountains. And as it +is elastic and easily stretched, what hinders the brown child from pulling +it out till it makes an admirable fool’s cap, some two feet high, +and exactly the colour of his own skin, and dancing about therein, the +fat oily little Cupidon, without a particle of clothing beside? +And what wonder if we grown-up whites made fools’ caps too, for +children on the other side of the Atlantic? During which process +we found—what all said they had never seen before—that one +of the spadices carried two caps, one inside the other, and one exactly +like the other; a wanton superfluity of Nature, which I should like +to hear explained by some morphologist.</p> +<p>We rode away from that hospitable group of huts, whither we were +to return in two or three days; and along the green trace once more. +As we rode, M--- the civiliser of Montserrat and I side by side, talking +of Cuba, and staring at the Noranteas overhead, a dull sound was heard, +as if the earth had opened; as indeed it had, engulfing in the mud the +whole forehand of M---’s mule; and there he knelt, his beard outspread +upon the clay, while the mule’s visage looked patiently out from +under his left arm. However, it was soft falling there. +The mule was hauled out by main force. As for cleaning either +her or the rider, that was not thought of in a country where they were +sure to be as dirty as ever in an hour; and so we rode on, after taking +a note of the spot, and, as it happened, forgetting it again—one +of us at least.</p> +<p>On again, along the green trace, which rose now to a ridge, with +charming glimpses of wooded hills and glens to right and left; past +comfortable squatters’ cottages, with cacao drying on sheets at +the doors or under sheds; with hedges of dwarf Erythrina, dotted with +red jumby beads, and here and there that pretty climbing vetch, the +Overlook. <a name="citation270"></a><a href="#footnote270">{270}</a> +I forgot, by the by, to ask whether it is planted here, as in Jamaica, +to keep off the evil eye, or ‘overlook’; whence its name. +Nor can I guess what peculiarity about the plant can have first made +the Negro fix on it as a fetish. The genesis of folly is as difficult +to analyse as the genesis of most other things.</p> +<p>All this while the dull thunder of the surf was growing louder and +louder; till, not as in England over a bare down, but through thickest +foliage down to the high tide mark, we rode out upon the shore, and +saw before us a right noble sight; a flat, sandy, surf beaten shore, +along which stretched, in one grand curve, lost at last in the haze +of spray, fourteen miles of Coco palms.</p> +<p>This was the Cocal; and it was worth coming all the way from England +to see it alone. I at once felt the truth of my host’s saying, +that if I went to the Cocal I should find myself transported suddenly +from the West Indies to the East. Just such must be the shore +of a Coral island in the Pacific.</p> +<p>These Cocos, be it understood, are probably not indigenous. +They spread, it is said, from an East Indian vessel which was wrecked +here. Be that as it may, they have thoroughly naturalised themselves. +Every nut which falls and lies, throws out, during the wet season, its +roots into the sand; and is ready to take the place of its parent when +the old tree dies down.</p> +<p>About thirty to fifty feet is the average height of these Coco palms, +which have all, without exception, a peculiarity which I have noticed +to a less degree in another sand- and shore-growing tree, the Pinaster +of the French Landes. They never spring-upright from the ground. +The butt curves, indeed lies almost horizontal in some cases, for the +lowest two or three yards; and the whole stem, up to the top, is inclined +to lean; it matters not toward which quarter, for they lean as often +toward the wind as from it, crossing each other very gracefully. +I am not mechanician enough to say how this curve of the stem increases +their security amid loose sands and furious winds. But that it +does so I can hardly doubt, when I see a similar habit in the Pinaster. +Another peculiarity was noteworthy: their innumerable roots, long, fleshy, +about the thickness of a large string, piercing the sand in every direction, +and running down to high-tide mark, apparently enjoying the salt water, +and often piercing through bivalve shells, which remained strung upon +the roots. Have they a fondness for carbonate of lime, as well +as for salt?</p> +<p>The most remarkable, and to me unexpected, peculiarity of a Cocal +is one which I am not aware whether any writer has mentioned; namely, +the prevalence of that amber hue which we remarked in the very first +specimens seen at St. Thomas’s. But this is, certainly, +the mark which distinguishes the Coco palm, not merely from the cold +dark green of the Palmiste, or the silvery gray of the Jagua, but from +any other tree which I have ever seen.</p> +<p>When inside the Cocal, the air is full of this amber light. +Gradually the eye analyses the cause of it, and finds it to be the resultant +of many other hues, from bright vermilion to bright green. Above, +the latticed light which breaks between and over the innumerable leaflets +of the fruit fronds comes down in warmest green. It passes not +over merely, but through, the semi-transparent straw and amber of the +older leaves. It falls on yellow spadices and flowers, and rich +brown spathes, and on great bunches of green nuts, to acquire from them +more yellow yet; for each fruit-stalk and each flower-scale at the base +of the nut is veined and tipped with bright orange. It pours down +the stems, semi-gray on one side, then yellow, and then, on the opposite +side, covered with a powdery lichen varying in colour from orange up +to clear vermilion, and spreads itself over a floor of yellow sand and +brown fallen nuts, and the only vegetation of which, in general, is +a long crawling Echites, with pairs of large cream-white flowers. +Thus the transparent shade is flooded with gold. One looks out +through it at the chequer-work of blue sky, all the more intense from +its contrast; or at a long whirl of white surf and gray spray; or, turning +the eyes inland toward the lagoon, at dark masses of mangrove, above +which rise, black and awful, the dying balatas, stag-headed, blasted, +tottering to their fall; and all as through an atmosphere of Rhine wine, +or from the inside of a topaz.</p> +<p>We rode along, mile after mile, wondering at many things. First, +the innumerable dry fruits of Timit palm, which lay everywhere; mostly +single, some double, a few treble, from coalition, I suppose, of the +three carpels which every female palm flower ought to have, but of which +it usually develops only one. They may have been brought down +the lagoon from inland by floods; but the common belief is, that most +of them come from the Orinoco itself, as do also the mighty logs which +lie about the beach in every stage of wear and tear; and which, as fast +as they are cut up and carried away, are replaced by fresh ones. +Some of these trees may actually come from the mainland, and, drifting +into this curving bay, be driven on shore by the incessant trade wind. +But I suspect that many of them are the produce of the island itself; +and more, that they have grown, some of them, on the very spot where +they now lie. For there are, I think, evidences of subsidence +going on along this coast. Inside the Cocal, two hundred yards +to the westward, stretches inland a labyrinth of lagoons and mangrove +swamps, impassable to most creatures save alligators and boa-constrictors. +But amid this labyrinth grow everywhere mighty trees—balatas in +plenty among them, in every stage of decay; dying, seemingly, by gradual +submergence of their roots, and giving a ghastly and ragged appearance +to the forest. At the mouth of the little river Nariva, a few +miles down, is proof positive, unless I am much mistaken, of similar +subsidence. For there I found trees of all sizes—roseau +scrub among them—standing rooted below high-tide mark; and killed +where they grew.</p> +<p>So we rode on, stopping now and then to pick up shells; chip-chips, +<a name="citation274a"></a><a href="#footnote274a">{274a}</a> which +are said to be excellent eating; a beautiful purple bivalve, <a name="citation274b"></a><a href="#footnote274b">{274b}</a> +to which, in almost every case, a coralline <a name="citation274c"></a><a href="#footnote274c">{274c}</a> +had attached itself, of a form quite new to me. A lash some eighteen +inches long, single or forked; purplish as long as its coat of lime—holding +the polypes—still remained, but when that was rubbed off a mere +round strip of dark horn; and in both cases flexible and elastic, so +that it can be coiled up and tied in knots; a very curious and graceful +piece of Nature’s workmanship. Among them were curious flat +cake-urchins, with oval holes punched in them, so brittle that, in spite +of all our care, they resolved themselves into the loose sand of which +they had been originally compact; and I could therefore verify neither +their genus nor their species.</p> +<p>These were all, if I recollect, that we found that day. The +next day we came on hundreds of a most beautiful bivalve, <a name="citation274d"></a><a href="#footnote274d">{274d}</a> +their purple colour quite fresh, their long spines often quite uninjured. +Some change of the sandy bottom had unearthed a whole warren of the +lovely things; and mixed with chip-chips innumerable, and with a great +bivalve <a name="citation274e"></a><a href="#footnote274e">{274e}</a> +with a thin wing along the anterior line of the shell, they strewed +the shore for a quarter of a mile and more.</p> +<p>We came at last to a little river, or rather tideway, leading from +the lagoon to the sea, which goes by the name of Doubloon River. +Some adventurous Spaniard, the story goes, contracted to make a cutting +which would let off the lagoon water in time of flood for the sum of +one doubloon—some three pound five; spent six times the money +on it; and found his cutting, when once the sea had entered, enlarge +into a roaring tideway, dangerous, often impassable, and eating away +the Cocal rapidly toward the south; Mother Earth, in this case at least, +having known her own business better than the Spaniard.</p> +<p>How we took off our saddles, sat down on the sand, hallooed, waited; +how a black policeman—whose house was just being carried away +by the sea—appeared at last with a canoe; how we and our baggage +got over one by one in the hollow log without—by seeming miracle—being +swept out to sea or upset: how some horses would swim, and others would +not; how the Negroes held on by the horses till they all went head over +ears under the surf; and how, at last, breathless with laughter and +anxiety for our scanty wardrobes, we scrambled ashore one by one into +prickly roseau, re-saddled our horses in an atmosphere of long thorns, +and then cut our way and theirs out through scrub into the Cocal;—all +this should not be written in these pages, but drawn for the benefit +of <i>Punch</i>, by him who drew the egg-stealing frog—whose pencil +I longed for again and again amid the delightful mishaps of those forest +rambles, in all of which I never heard a single grumble, or saw temper +lost for a moment. We should have been rather more serious, though, +than we were, had we been aware that the river-god, or presiding Jumby, +of the Doubloon was probably watching us the whole time, with the intention +of eating any one whom he could catch, and only kept in wholesome awe +by our noise and splashing.</p> +<p>At last, after the sun had gone down, and it was ill picking our +way among logs and ground-creepers, we were aware of lights; and soon +found ourselves again in civilisation, and that of no mean kind. +A large and comfortable house, only just rebuilt after a fire, stood +among the palm-trees, between the sea and the lagoon; and behind it +the barns, sheds, and engine-houses of the coco-works; and inside it +a hearty welcome from a most agreeable German gentleman and his German +engineer. A lady’s hand—I am sorry to say the lady +was not at home—was evident enough in the arrangements of the +central room. Pretty things, a piano, and good books, especially +Longfellow and Tennyson, told of cultivation and taste in that remotest +wilderness. The material hospitality was what it always is in +the West Indies; and we sat up long into the night around the open door, +while the surf roared, and the palm trees sighed, and the fireflies +twinkled, talking of dear old Germany, and German unity, and the possibility +of many things which have since proved themselves unexpectedly most +possible. I went to bed, and to somewhat intermittent sleep. +First, my comrades, going to bed romping, like English schoolboys, and +not in the least like the effeminate and luxurious Creoles who figure +in the English imagination, broke a four-post bedstead down among them +with hideous roar and ruin; and had to be picked up and called to order +by their elders. Next, the wind, which ranged freely through the +open roof, blew my bedclothes off. Then the dogs exploded outside, +probably at some henroost-robbing opossum, and had a chevy through the +cocos till they tree’d their game, and bayed it to their hearts’ +content. Then something else exploded—and I do not deny +it set me more aghast than I had been for many a day—exploded, +I say, under the window, with a shriek of Hut-hut-tut-tut, hut-tut, +such as I hope never to hear again. After which, dead silence; +save of the surf to the east and the toads to the west. I fell +asleep, wondering what animal could own so detestable a voice; and in +half an hour was awoke again by another explosion; after which, happily, +the thing, I suppose, went its wicked way, for I heard it no more.</p> +<p>I found out the next morning that the obnoxious bird was not an owl, +but a large goat-sucker, a Nycteribius, I believe, who goes by the name +of jumby-bird among the English Negroes: and no wonder; for most ghostly +and horrible is his cry. But worse: he has but one eye, and a +glance from that glaring eye, as from the basilisk of old, is certain +death: and worse still, he can turn off its light as a policeman does +his lantern, and become instantly invisible: opinions which, if verified +by experiment, are not always found to be in accordance with facts. +But that is no reason why they should not be believed.</p> +<p>In St. Vincent, for instance, the Negroes one evening rushed shrieking +out of a boiling-house, ‘Oh! Massa Robert, we all killed. +Dar one great jumby-bird come in a hole a-top a roof. Oh! +Massa Robert, you no go in; you killed, we killed,’ etc. etc. +Massa Robert went in, and could see no bird. ‘Ah, Massa +Robert, him darky him eye, but him see you all da same. You killed, +we killed,’ etc. <i>Da capo.</i></p> +<p>Massa Robert was not killed: but lives still, to the great benefit +of his fellow-creatures, Negroes especially. Nevertheless, the +Negroes held to their opinion. He might, could, would, or should +have been killed; and was not that clear proof that they were right?</p> +<p>After this, who can deny that the Negro is a man and a brother, possessing +the same reasoning faculties, and exercising them in exactly the same +way, as three out of four white persons?</p> +<p>But if the night was disturbed, pleasant was the waking next morning; +pleasant the surprise at finding that the whistling and howling air-bath +of the night had not given one a severe cold, or any cold at all; pleasant +to slip on flannel shut and trousers—shoes and stockings were +needless—and hurry down through a stampede of kicking, squealing +mules, who were being watered ere their day’s work began, under +the palms to the sea; pleasant to bathe in warm surf, into which the +four-eyes squattered in shoals as one ran down, and the moment they +saw one safe in the water, ran up with the next wave to lie staring +at the sky; pleasant to sit and read one’s book upon a log, and +listen to the soft rush of the breeze in the palm-leaves, and look at +a sunrise of green and gold, pink and orange, and away over the great +ocean, and to recollect, with a feeling of mingled nearness and loneliness, +that there was nothing save that watery void between oneself and England, +and all that England held; and then, when driven in to breakfast by +the morning shower, to begin a new day of seeing, and seeing, and seeing, +certain that one would learn more in it than in a whole week of book-reading +at home.</p> +<p>We spent the next morning in inspecting the works. We watched +the Negroes splitting the coconuts with a single blow of that all-useful +cutlass, which they handle with surprising dexterity and force, throwing +the thick husk on one side, the fruit on the other. We saw the +husk carded out by machinery into its component fibres, for coco-rope +matting, coir-rope, saddle-stuffing, brushes, and a dozen other uses; +while the fruit was crushed down for the sake of its oil; and could +but wish all success to an industry which would be most profitable, +both to the projectors and to the island itself, were it not for the +uncertainty, rather than the scarcity, of labour. Almost everything +is done, of course, by piecework. The Negro has the price of his +labour almost at his own command; and when, by working really hard and +well for a while, he has earned a little money, he throws up his job +and goes off, careless whether the whole works stand still or not. +However, all prosperity to the coco-works of Messrs. Uhrich and Gerold; +and may the day soon come when the English of Trinidad, like the Ceylonese +and the Dutch of Java, shall count by millions the coco-palms which +they have planted along their shores, and by thousands of pounds the +profit which accrues from them.</p> +<p>After breakfast—call it luncheon rather—we started for +the lagoon. We had set our hearts on seeing Manatis (‘sea +cows’), which are still not uncommon on the east coast of this +island, though they have been exterminated through the rest of the West +Indies since the days of Père Labat. That good missionary +speaks of them in his delightful journal as already rare in the year +1695; and now, as far as I am aware, none are to be found north of Trinidad +and the Spanish Main, save a few round Cuba and Jamaica. We were +anxious, too, to see, if not to get, a boa-constrictor of one kind or +other. For there are two kinds in the island, which may be seen +alive at the Zoological Gardens in the same cage. The true Boa, +<a name="citation277a"></a><a href="#footnote277a">{277a}</a> which +is here called Mahajuel, is striped as well as spotted with two patterns, +one over the other. The Huillia, Anaconda, or Water-boa, <a name="citation277b"></a><a href="#footnote277b">{277b}</a> +bears only a few large round spots. Both are fond of the water, +the Huillia living almost entirely in it; both grow to a very large +size; and both are dangerous, at least to children and small animals. +That there were Huillias about the place, possibly within fifty yards +of the house, there was no doubt. One of our party had seen with +his own eyes one of seven-and-twenty feet long killed, with a whole +kid inside it, only a few miles off. The brown policeman, crossing +an arm of the Guanapo only a month or two before, had been frightened +by meeting one in the ford, which his excited imagination magnified +so much that its head was on the one bank while its tail was on the +other—a measurement which must, I think, be divided at least by +three. But in the very spot in which we stood, some four years +since, happened what might have been a painful tragedy. Four young +ladies, whose names were mentioned to me, preferred, not wisely, a bathe +in the still lagoon to one in the surf outside; and as they disported +themselves, one of them felt herself seized from behind. Fancying +that one of her sisters was playing tricks, she called out to her to +let her alone; and looking up, saw, to her astonishment, her three sisters +sitting on the bank, and herself alone. She looked back, and shrieked +for help: and only just in time; for the Huillia had her. The +other three girls, to their honour, dashed in to her assistance. +The brute had luckily got hold, not of her poor little body, but of +her bathing-dress, and held on stupidly. The girls pulled; the +bathing-dress, which was, luckily, of thin cotton, was torn off; the +Huillia slid back again with it in his mouth into the dark labyrinth +of the mangrove-roots; and the girl was saved. Two minutes’ +delay, and his coils would have been round her; and all would have been +over.</p> +<p>The sudden daring of these lazy and stupid animals is very great. +Their brain seems to act like that of the alligator or the pike, paroxysmally, +and by rare fits and starts, after lying for hours motionless as if +asleep. But when excited, they will attempt great deeds. +Dr. De Verteuil tells a story—and if he tells it, it must be believed—of +some hunters who wounded a deer. The deer ran for the stream down +a bank; but the hunters had no sooner heard it splash into the water +than they heard it scream. They leapt down to the place, and found +it in the coils of a Huillia, which they killed with the deer. +And yet this snake, which had dared to seize a full-grown deer, could +have had no hope of eating her; for it was only seven feet long.</p> +<p>We set out down a foul porter-coloured creek, which soon opened out +into a river, reminding us, in spite of all differences, of certain +alder and willow-fringed reaches of the Thames. But here the wood +which hid the margin was altogether of mangrove; the common Rhizophoras, +or black mangroves, being, of course, the most abundant. Over +them, however, rose the statelier Avicennias, or white mangroves, to +a height of fifty or sixty feet, and poured down from their upper branches +whole streams of air-roots, which waved and creaked dolefully in the +breeze overhead. But on the water was no breeze at all. +The lagoon was still as glass; the sun was sickening; and we were glad +to put up our umbrellas and look out from under them for Manatis and +Boas. But the Manatis usually only come in at night, to put their +heads out of water and browse on the lowest mangrove leaves; and the +Boas hide themselves so cunningly, either altogether under water, or +with only the head above, that we might have passed half a dozen without +seeing them. The only chance, indeed, of coming across them, is +when they are travelling from lagoon to lagoon, or basking on the mud +at low tide.</p> +<p>So all the game which we saw was a lovely white Egret, <a name="citation278"></a><a href="#footnote278">{278}</a> +its back covered with those stiff pinnated plumes which young ladies—when +they can obtain them—are only too happy to wear in their hats. +He, after being civil enough to wait on a bough till one of us got a +sitting shot at him, heard the cap snap, thought it as well not to wait +till a fresh one was put on, and flapped away. He need not have +troubled himself. The Negroes—but too apt to forget something +or other—had forgotten to bring a spare supply; and the gun was +useless.</p> +<p>As we descended, the left bank of the river was entirely occupied +with cocos; and the contrast between them and the mangroves on the right +was made all the more striking by the afternoon sun, which, as it sank +behind the forest, left the mangrove wall in black shadow, while it +bathed the palm-groves opposite with yellow light. In one of these +palm-groves we landed, for we were right thirsty; and to drink lagoon +water would be to drink cholera or fever. But there was plenty +of pure water in the coco-trees, and we soon had our fill. A Negro +walked—not climbed—up a stem like a four-footed animal, +his legs and arms straight, his feet pressed flat against it, his hands +clinging round it—a feat impossible, as far as I have seen, to +an European—tossed us down plenty of green nuts; and our feast +began.</p> +<p>Two or three blows with the cutlass, at the small end of the nut, +cut off not only the pith-coat, but the point of the shell; and disclose—the +nut being held carefully upright meanwhile—a cavity full of perfectly +clear water, slightly sweet, and so cold (the pith-coat being a good +non-conductor of heat) that you are advised, for fear of cholera, to +flavour it with a little brandy. After draining this natural cup, +you are presented with a natural spoon of rind, green outside and white +within, and told to scoop out and eat the cream which lines the inside +of the shell, a very delicious food in the opinion of Creoles. +After which, if you are as curious as some of us were, you will sit +down under the amber shade, and examine at leisure the construction +and germination of these famous and royal nuts. Let me explain +it, even at the risk of prolixity. The coat of white pith outside, +with its green skin, will gradually develop and harden into that brown +fibre of which matting is made. The clear water inside will gradually +harden into that sweetmeat which little boys eat off stalls and barrows +in the street; the first delicate deposit of which is the cream in the +green nut. This is albumen, intended to nourish the young palm +till it has grown leaves enough to feed on the air, and roots enough +to feed on the soil; and the birth of that young palm is in itself a +mystery and a miracle, well worth considering. Much has been written +on it, of which I, unfortunately, have read very little; but I can at +least tell what I have seen with my own eyes.</p> +<p>If you search among the cream-layer at the larger end of the nut, +you will find, gradually separating itself from the mass, a little white +lump, like the stalk of a very young mushroom. That is the ovule. +In that lies the life, the ‘forma formativa,’ of the future +tree. How that life works, according to its kind, who can tell? +What it does, is this: it is locked up inside a hard woody shell, and +outside that shell are several inches of tough tangled fibre. +How can it get out, as soft and seemingly helpless as a baby’s +finger?</p> +<p>All know that there are three eyes in the monkey’s face, as +the children call it, at the butt of the nut. Two of these eyes +are blind, and filled up with hard wood. They are rudiments—hints—that +the nut ought to have, perhaps had uncounted ages since, not one ovule, +but three, the type-number in palms. One ovule alone is left; +and that is opposite the one eye which is less blind than the rest; +the eye which a schoolboy feels for with his knife, when he wants to +get out the milk.</p> +<p>As the nut lies upon the sand, in shade, and rain, and heat, that +baby’s finger begins boring its way, with unerring aim, out of +the weakest eye. Soft itself, yet with immense wedging power, +from the gradual accretion of tiny cells, it pierces the wood, and then +rends right and left the tough fibrous coat. Just so may be seen—I +have seen—a large flagstone lifted in a night by a crop of tiny +soft toadstools which have suddenly blossomed up beneath it. The +baby’s finger protrudes at last, and curves upward toward the +light, to commence the campaign of life: but it has meanwhile established, +like a good strategist, a safe base of operations in its rear, from +which it intends to draw supplies. Into the albuminous cream which +lines the shell, and into the cavity where the milk once was, it throws +out white fibrous vessels, which eat up the albumen for it, and at last +line the whole inside of the shell with a white pith. The albumen +gives it food wherewith to grow, upward and downward. Upward, +the white plumule hardens into what will be a stem; the one white cotyledon +which sheaths it develops into a flat, ribbed, forked, green leaf, sheathing +it still; and above it fresh leaves, sheathing always at their bases, +begin to form a tiny crown; and assume each, more and more, the pinnate +form of the usual coco-leaf. But long ere this, from the butt +of the white plumule, just outside the nut, white threads of root have +struck down into the sand; and so the nut lies, chained to the ground +by a bridge-like chord, which drains its albumen, through the monkey’s +eye, into the young plant. After a while—a few months, I +believe—the draining of the nut is complete; the chord dries up—I +know not how, for I had neither microscope nor time wherewith to examine—and +parts; and the little plant, having got all it can out of its poor wet-nurse, +casts her ungratefully off to wither on the sand; while it grows up +into a stately tree, which will begin to bear fruit in six or seven +years, and thenceforth continue, flowering and fruiting the whole year +round without a pause, for sixty years and more.</p> +<p>I think I have described this—to me—‘miraculum’ +simply enough to be understood by the non-scientific reader, if only +he or she have first learned the undoubted fact—known, I find, +to very few ‘educated’ English people—that the coco-palm +which produces coir-rope, and coconuts, and a hundred other useful things, +is not the same plant as the cacao-bush which produces chocolate, nor +anything like it. I am sorry to have to insist upon this fact: +but till Professor Huxley’s dream—and mine—is fulfilled, +and our schools deign to teach, in the intervals of Latin and Greek, +some slight knowledge of this planet, and of those of its productions +which are most commonly in use, even this fact may need to be re-stated +more than once.</p> +<p>We re-embarked again, and rowed down to the river-mouth to pick up +shells, and drink in the rich roaring trade breeze, after the choking +atmosphere of the lagoon; and then rowed up home, tired, and infinitely +amused, though neither Manati nor Boa-constrictor had been seen; and +then we fell to siesta; during which—with Mr. Tennyson’s +forgiveness—I read myself to sleep with one of his best poems; +and then went to dinner, not without a little anxiety.</p> +<p>For M--- (the civiliser of Montserrat) had gone off early, with mule, +cutlass, and haversack, back over the Doubloon and into the wilds of +Manzanilla, to settle certain disputed squatter claims, and otherwise +enforce the law; and now the night had fallen, and he was not yet home. +However, he rode up at last, dead beat, with a strong touch of his old +swamp-fever, and having had an adventure, which had like to have proved +his last. For as he rode through the Doubloon at low tide in the +morning, he espied in the surf that river-god, or Jumby, of which I +spoke just now; namely, the gray back-fin of a shark; and his mule espied +it too, and laid back her ears, knowing well what it was. M--- +rode close up to the brute. He seemed full seven feet long, and +eyed him surlily, disinclined to move off; so they parted, and M--- +went on his way. But his business detained him longer than he +expected; when he got back to the river-mouth it was quite dark, and +the tide was full high. He must either sleep on the sands, which +with fever upon him would not have been over-safe, or try the passage. +So he stripped, swam the mule over, tied her up, and then went back, +up to his shoulders in surf; and cutlass in hand too, for that same +shark might be within two yards of him. But on his second journey +he had to pile on his head, first his saddle, and then his clothes and +other goods; few indeed, but enough to require both hands to steady +them: and so walked helpless through the surf, expecting every moment +to be accosted by a set of teeth, from which he would hardly have escaped +with life. To have faced such a danger, alone and in the dark, +and thoroughly well aware, as an experienced man, of its extremity, +was good proof (if any had been needed) of the indomitable Scots courage +of the man. Nevertheless, he said, he never felt so cold down +his back as he did during that last wade. By God’s blessing +the shark was not there, or did not see him; and he got safe home, thankful +for dinner and quinine.</p> +<p>Going back the next morning at low tide, we kept a good look-out +for M---’s shark, spreading out, walkers and riders, in hopes +of surrounding him and cutting him up. There were half a dozen +weapons among us, of which my heavy bowie-knife was not the worst; and +we should have given good account of him had we met him, and got between +him and the deep water. But our valour was superfluous. +The enemy was nowhere to be seen; and we rode on, looking back wistfully, +but in vain, for a gray fin among the ripples.</p> +<p>So we rode back, along the Cocal and along that wonderful green glade, +where I, staring at Noranteas in tree-tops, instead of at the ground +beneath my horse’s feet, had the pleasure of being swallowed up—my +horse’s hindquarters at least—in the very same slough which +had engulfed M---’s mule three days before, and got a roll in +much soft mud. Then up to ---’s camp, where we expected +breakfast, not with greediness, though we had been nigh six hours in +the saddle, but with curiosity. For he had promised to send out +the hunters for all game that could be found, and give us a true forest +meal; and we were curious to taste what lapo, quenco, guazupita-deer, +and other strange meats might be like. Nay, some of us agreed, +that if the hunters had but brought in a tender young red monkey, <a name="citation282a"></a><a href="#footnote282a">{282a}</a> +we would surely eat him too, if it were but to say that we had done +it. But the hunters had had no luck. They had brought in +only a Pajui, <a name="citation282b"></a><a href="#footnote282b">{282b}</a> +an excellent game bird; an Ant-eater, <a name="citation282c"></a><a href="#footnote282c">{282c}</a> +and a great Cachicame, or nine-banded Armadillo. The ant-eater +the foolish fellows had eaten themselves—I would have given them +what they asked for his skeleton; but the Armadillo was cut up and hashed +for us, and was eaten, to the last scrap, being about the best game +I ever tasted. I fear he is a foul feeder at times, who by no +means confines himself to roots, or even worms. If what I was +told be true, there is but too much probability for Captain Mayne Reid’s +statement, that he will eat his way into the soft parts of a dead horse, +and stay there until he has eaten his way out again. But, to do +him justice, I never heard him accused, like the giant Armadillo <a name="citation282d"></a><a href="#footnote282d">{282d}</a> +of the Main, of digging dead bodies out of their graves, as he is doing +in a very clever drawing in Mr. Wood’s <i>Homes without Hands</i>. +Be that as it may, the Armadillo, whatever he feeds on, has the power +of transmuting it into most delicate and wholesome flesh.</p> +<p>Meanwhile—and hereby hangs a tale—I was interested, not +merely in the Armadillo, but in the excellent taste with which it, and +everything else, was cooked in a little open shed over a few stones +and firesticks. And complimenting my host thereon, I found that +he had, there in the primeval forest, an admirable French cook, to whom +I begged to be introduced at once. Poor fellow! A little +lithe Parisian, not thirty years old, he had got thither by a wild road. +Cook to some good bourgeois family in Paris, he had fallen in love with +his master’s daughter, and she with him. And when their +love was hopeless, and discovered, the two young foolish things, not +having—as is too common in France—the fear of God before +their eyes, could think of no better resource than to shut themselves +up with a pan of lighted charcoal, and so go they knew not-whither. +The poor girl went—and was found dead. But the boy recovered; +and was punished with twenty years of Cayenne; and here he was now, +on a sort of ticket-of-leave, cooking for his livelihood. I talked +a while with him, cheered him with some compliments about the Parisians, +and so forth, dear to the Frenchman’s heart—what else was +there to say?—and so left him, not without the fancy that, if +he had had but such an education as the middle classes in Paris have +not, there were the makings of a man in that keen eye, large jaw, sharp +chin. ‘The very fellow,’ said some one, ‘to +have been a first-rate Zouave.’ Well: perhaps he was a better +man, even as he was, than as a Zouave.</p> +<p>And so we rode away again, and through Valencia, and through San +Josef, weary and happy, back to Port of Spain.</p> +<p>I would gladly, had I been able, have gone farther due westward into +the forests which hide the river Oropuche, that I might have visited +the scene of a certain two years’ Idyll, which was enacted in +them some forty years and more ago.</p> +<p>In 1827 cacao fell to so low a price (two dollars per cwt.) that +it was no longer worth cultivating; and the head of the F--- family, +leaving his slaves to live at ease on his estates, retreated, with a +household of twelve persons, to a small property of his own, which was +buried in the primeval forests of Oropuche. With them went his +second son, Monsignor F---, then and afterwards curé of San Josef, +who died shortly before my visit to the island. I always heard +him spoken of as a gentleman and a scholar, a saintly and cultivated +priest of the old French School, respected and beloved by men of all +denominations. His church of San Josef, though still unfinished, +had been taxed, as well as all the Roman Catholic churches of the island, +to build the Roman Catholic Cathedral at Port of Spain; and he, refusing +to obey an order which he considered unjust, threw up his curé, +and retreated with the rest of the family to the palm-leaf ajoupas in +the forest.</p> +<p>M. F--- chose three of his finest Negroes as companions. Melchior +was to go out every day to shoot wild pigeons, coming every morning +to ask how many were needed, so as not to squander powder and shot. +The number ordered were always punctually brought in, besides sometimes +a wild turkey—Pajui—or other fine birds. Alejos, who +is now a cacao proprietor, and owner of a house in Arima, was chosen +to go out every day, except Sundays, with the dogs; and scarcely ever +failed to bring in a lapp or quenco. Aristobal was chosen for +the fishing, and brought in good loads of river fish, some sixteen pounds +weight: and thus the little party of cultivated gentlemen and ladies +were able to live, though in poverty, yet sumptuously.</p> +<p>The Bishop had given Monsignor F--- permission to perform service +on any of his father’s estates. So a little chapel was built; +the family and servants attended every Sunday, and many days in the +week; and the country folk from great distances found their way through +the woods to hear Mass in the palm-thatched sanctuary of ‘El Riposo.’</p> +<p>So did that happy family live ‘the gentle life’ for some +two years; till cacao rose again in price, the tax on the churches was +taken off, and the F---s returned again to the world: but not to civilisation +and Christianity. Those they had carried with them into the wilderness; +and those they brought back with them unstained.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV: THE ‘EDUCATION QUESTION’ IN TRINIDAD</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>When I arrived in Trinidad, the little island was somewhat excited +about changes in the system of education, which ended in a compromise +like that at home, though starting from almost the opposite point.</p> +<p>Among the many good deeds which Lord Harris did for the colony was +the establishment throughout it of secular elementary ward schools, +helped by Government grants, on a system which had, I think, but two +defects. First, that attendance was not compulsory; and next, +that it was too advanced for the state of society in the island.</p> +<p>In an ideal system, secular and religious education ought, I believe, +to be strictly separate, and given, as far as possible, by different +classes of men. The first is the business of scientific men and +their pupils; the second, of the clergy and their pupils: and the less +either invades the domain of the other, the better for the community. +But, like all ideals, it requires not only first-rate workmen, but first-rate +material to work on; an intelligent and high-minded populace, who can +and will think for themselves upon religious questions; and who have, +moreover, a thirst for truth and knowledge of every kind. With +such a populace, secular and religious education can be safely parted. +But can they be safely parted in the case of a populace either degraded +or still savage; given up to the ‘lusts of the flesh’; with +no desire for improvement, and ignorant of that ‘moral ideal,’ +without the influence of which, as my friend Professor Huxley well says, +there can be no true education? It is well if such a people can +be made to submit to one system of education. Is it wise to try +to burden them with two at once? But if one system is to give +way to the other, which is the more important: to teach them the elements +of reading, writing, and arithmetic; or the elements of duty and morals? +And how these latter can be taught without religion is a problem as +yet unsolved.</p> +<p>So argued some of the Protestant and the whole of the Roman Catholic +clergy of Trinidad, and withdrew their support from the Government schools, +to such an extent that at least three-fourths of the children, I understand, +went to no school at all.</p> +<p>The Roman Catholic clergy had, certainly, much to urge on their own +behalf. The great majority of the coloured population of the island, +besides a large proportion of the white, belonged to their creed. +Their influence was the chief (I had almost said the only) civilising +and Christianising influence at work on the lower orders of their own +coloured people. They knew, none so well, how much the Negro required, +not merely to be instructed, but to be reclaimed from gross and ruinous +vices. It was not a question in Port of Spain, any more than it +is in Martinique, of whether the Negroes should be able to read and +write, but of whether they should exist on the earth at all for a few +generations longer. I say this openly and deliberately; and clergymen +and police magistrates know but too well what I mean. The priesthood +were, and are, doing their best to save the Negro; and they naturally +wished to do their work, on behalf of society and of the colony, in +their own way; and to subordinate all teaching to that of religion, +which includes, with them, morality and decency. They therefore +opposed the Government schools; because they tended, it was thought, +to withdraw the Negro from his priest’s influence.</p> +<p>I am not likely, I presume, to be suspected of any leaning toward +Romanism. But I think a Roman Catholic priest would have a right +to a fair and respectful hearing, if he said:—</p> +<p>‘You have set these people free, without letting them go through +that intermediate stage of feudalism, by which, and by which alone, +the white races of Europe were educated into true freedom. I do +not blame you. You could do no otherwise. But will you hinder +their passing through that process of religious education under a priesthood, +by which, and by which alone, the white races of Europe were educated +up to something like obedience, virtue, and purity?</p> +<p>‘These last, you know, we teach in the interest of the State, +as well as of the Negro: and if we should ask the State for aid, in +order that we may teach them, over and above a little reading and writing—which +will not be taught save by us, for we only shall be listened to—are +we asking too much, or anything which the State will not be wise in +granting us? We can have no temptation to abuse our power for +political purposes. It would not suit us—to put the matter +on its lowest ground—to become demagogues. For our congregations +include persons of every rank and occupation; and therefore it is our +interest, as much as that of the British Government, that all classes +should be loyal, peaceable, and wealthy.</p> +<p>‘As for our peculiar creed, with its vivid appeals to the senses: +is it not a question whether the utterly unimaginative and illogical +Negro can be taught the facts of Christianity, or indeed any religion +at all, save through his senses? Is it not a question whether +we do not, on the whole, give him a juster and clearer notion of the +very truths which you hold in common with us, than an average Protestant +missionary does?</p> +<p>‘Your Church of England’—it must be understood +that the relations between the Anglican and the Romish clergy in Trinidad +are, as far as I have seen, friendly and tolerant—‘ does +good work among its coloured members. But it does so by speaking, +as we speak, with authority. It, too, finds it prudent to keep +up in its services somewhat at least of that dignity, even pomp, which +is as necessary for the Negro as it was for the half-savage European +of the early Middle Age, if he is to be raised above his mere natural +dread of spells, witches, and other harmful powers, to somewhat of admiration +and reverence.</p> +<p>‘As for the merely dogmatic teaching of the Dissenters: we +do not believe that the mere Negro really comprehends one of those propositions, +whether true or false, Catholic or Calvinist, which have been elaborated +by the intellect and the emotions of races who have gone through a training +unknown to the Negro. With all respect for those who disseminate +such books, we think that the Negro can no more conceive the true meaning +of an average Dissenting Hymn-book, than a Sclavonian of the German +Marches a thousand years ago could have conceived the meaning of St. +Augustine’s Confessions. For what we see is this—that +when the personal influence of the white missionary is withdrawn, and +the Negro left to perpetuate his sect on democratic principles, his +creed merely feeds his inordinate natural vanity with the notion that +everybody who differs from him is going to hell, while he is going to +heaven whatever his morals may be.’</p> +<p>If a Roman Catholic priest should say all this, he would at least +have a right, I believe, to a respectful hearing.</p> +<p>Nay, more. If he were to say, ‘You are afraid of our +having too much to do with the education of the Negro, because we use +the Confessional as an instrument of education. Now how far the +Confessional is needful, or useful, or prudent, in a highly civilised +and generally virtuous community, may be an open matter. But in +spite of all your English dislike of it, hear our side of the question, +as far as Negroes and races in a similar condition are concerned. +Do you know why and how the Confessional arose? Have you looked, +for instance, into the old middle-age Penitentials? If so, you +must be aware that it arose in an age of coarseness, which seems now +inconceivable; in those barbarous times when the lower classes of Europe, +slaves or serfs, especially in remote country districts, lived lives +little better than those of the monkeys in the forest, and committed +habitually the most fearful crimes, without any clear notion that they +were doing wrong: while the upper classes, to judge from the literature +which they have left, were so coarse, and often so profligate, in spite +of nobler instincts and a higher sense of duty, that the purest and +justest spirits among them had again and again to flee from their own +class into the cloister or the hermit’s cell.</p> +<p>‘In those days, it was found necessary to ask Christian people +perpetually—Have you been doing this, or that? For if you +have, you are not only unfit to be called a Christian; you are unfit +to be called a decent human being. And this, because there was +every reason to suppose that they had been doing it; and that they would +not tell of themselves, if they could possibly avoid it. So the +Confessional arose, as a necessary element for educating savages into +common morality and decency. And for the same reasons we employ +it among the Negroes of Trinidad. Have no fears lest we should +corrupt the minds of the young. They see and hear more harm daily +than we could ever teach them, were we so devilishly minded. There +is vice now, rampant and notorious, in Port of Spain, which eludes even +our Confessional. Let us alone to do our best. God knows +we are trying to do it, according to our light.’</p> +<p>If any Roman Catholic clergyman in Port of Spain spoke thus to me—and +I have been spoken to in words not unlike these—I could only answer, +‘God’s blessing on you, and all your efforts, whether I +agree with you in detail or not.’</p> +<p>The Roman Catholic inhabitants of the island are to the Protestant +as about 2½ to 1. <a name="citation288"></a><a href="#footnote288">{288}</a> +The whole of the more educated portion of them, as far as I could ascertain, +are willing to entrust the education of their children to the clergy. +The Archbishop of Trinidad, Monsignor Gonin, who has jurisdiction also +in St. Lucia, St. Vincent, Grenada, and Tobago, is a man not only of +great energy and devotion, but of cultivation and knowledge of the world; +having, I was told, attained distinction as a barrister elsewhere before +he took Holy Orders. A group of clergy is working under him—among +them a personal friend of mine—able and ready to do their best +to mend a state of things in which most of the children in the island, +born nominal Roman Catholics, but the majority illegitimate, were growing +up not only in ignorance, but in heathendom and brutality. Meanwhile, +the clergy were in want of funds. There were no funds at all, +indeed, which would enable them to set up in remote forest districts +a religious school side by side with the secular ward school; and the +colony could not well be asked for Government grants to two sets of +schools at once. In face of these circumstances, the late Governor +thought fit to take action on the very able and interesting report of +Mr. J. P. Keenan, one of the chiefs of inspection of the Irish National +Board of Education, who had been sent out as special commissioner to +inquire into the state of education in the island; to modify Lord Harris’s +plan, however excellent in itself; and to pass an Ordinance by which +Government aid was extended to private elementary schools, of whatever +denomination, provided they had duly certificated teachers; were accessible +to all children of the neighbourhood without distinction of religion +or race; and ‘offered solid guarantees for abstinence from proselytism +and intolerance, by subjecting their rules and course of teaching to +the Board of Education, and empowering that Board at any moment to cancel +the certificate of the teacher.’ In the wards in which such +schools were founded, and proved to be working satisfactorily, the secular +ward schools were to be discontinued. But the Government reserved +to itself the power of reopening a secular school in the ward, in case +the private school turned out a failure.</p> +<p>Such is a short sketch of an Ordinance which seems, to me at least, +a rational and fair compromise, identical, <i>mutatis mutandis</i>, +with that embodied in Mr. Forster’s new Education Act; and the +only one by which the lower orders of Trinidad were likely to get any +education whatever. It was received, of course, with applause +by the Roman Catholics, and by a great number of the Protestants of +the colony. But, as was to be expected, it met with strong expressions +of dissent from some of the Protestant gentry and clergy; especially +from one gentleman, who attacked the new scheme with an acuteness and +humour which made even those who differed from him regret that such +remarkable talents had no wider sphere than a little island of forty-five +miles by sixty. An accession of power to the Roman Catholic clergy +was, of course, dreaded; and all the more because it was known that +the scheme met with the approval of the Archbishop; that it was, indeed, +a compromise with the requests made in a petition which that prelate +had lately sent in to the Governor; a petition which seems to me most +rational and temperate. It was argued, too, that though the existing +Act—that of 1851—had more or less failed, it might still +succeed if Lord Harris’s plan was fully carried out, and the choice +of the ward schoolmaster, the selection of ward school-books, and the +direction of the course of instruction, were vested in local committees. +The simple answer was, that eighteen years had elapsed, and the colony +had done nothing in that direction; that the great majority of children +in the island did not go to school at all, while those who did attended +most irregularly, and learnt little or nothing; <a name="citation290"></a><a href="#footnote290">{290}</a> +that the secular system of education had not attracted, as it was hoped, +the children of the Hindoo immigrants, of whom scarcely one was to be +found in a ward school; that the ward schoolmasters were generally inefficient, +and the Central Board of Education inactive; that there was no rigorous +local supervision, and no local interest felt in the schools; that there +were fewer children in the ward schools in 1868 than there had been +in 1863, in spite of the rapid increase of population: and all this +for the simple reason which the Archbishop had pointed out—the +want of religious instruction. As was to be expected, the good +people of the island, being most of them religious people also, felt +no enthusiasm about schools where little was likely to be taught beyond +the three royal R’s.</p> +<p>I believe they were wrong. Any teaching which involves moral +discipline is better than mere anarchy and idleness. But they +had a right to their opinion; and a right too, being the great majority +of the islanders, to have that opinion respected by the Governor. +Even now, it will be but too likely, I think, that the establishment +and superintendence of schools in remote districts will devolve—as +it did in Europe during the Middle Age—entirely on the different +clergies, simply by default of laymen of sufficient zeal for the welfare +of the coloured people. Be that as it may, the Ordinance has become +Law; and I have faith enough in the loyalty of the good folk of Trinidad +to believe that they will do their best to make it work.</p> +<p>If, indeed, the present Ordinance does not work, it is difficult +to conceive any that will. It seems exactly fitted for the needs +of Trinidad. I do not say that it is fitted for the needs of any +and every country. In Ireland, for instance, such a system would +be, in my opinion, simply retrograde. The Irishman, to his honour, +has passed, centuries since, beyond the stage at which he requires to +be educated by a priesthood in the primary laws of religion and morality. +His morality is—on certain important points—superior to +that of almost any people. What he needs is to be trained to loyalty +and order; to be brought more in contact with the secular science and +civilisation of the rest of Europe: and that must be done by a secular, +and not by an ecclesiastical system of education.</p> +<p>The higher education, in Trinidad, seems in a more satisfactory state +than the elementary. The young ladies, many of them, go ‘home’—<i>i.e</i>. +to England or France—for their schooling; and some of the young +men to Oxford, Cambridge, London, or Edinburgh. The Gilchrist +Trust of the University of London has lately offered annually a Scholarship +of £100 a year for three years, to lads from the West India colonies, +the examinations for it to be held in Jamaica, Barbadoes, Trinidad, +and Demerara; and in Trinidad itself two Exhibitions of £150 a +year each, tenable for three years, are attainable by lads of the Queen’s +Collegiate School, to help them toward their studies at a British University.</p> +<p>The Collegiate School received aid from the State to the amount of +£3000 per annum—less by the students’ fees; and was +open to all denominations. But in it, again, the secular system +would not work. The great majority of Roman Catholic lads were +educated at St. Mary’s College, which received no State aid at +all. 417 Catholic pupils at the former school, as against 111 +at the latter, were—as Mr. Keenan says—’a poor expression +of confidence or favour on the part of the colonists.’ The +Roman Catholic religion was the creed of the great majority of the islanders, +and especially of the wealthier and better educated of the coloured +families. Justice seemed to demand that if State aid were given, +it should be given to all creeds alike; and prudence certainly demanded +that the respectable young men of Trinidad should not be arrayed in +two alien camps, in which the differences of creed were intensified +by those of race, and—in one camp at least—by a sense of +something very like injustice on the part of a Protestant, and, it must +always be remembered, originally conquering, Government. To give +the lads as much as possible the same interests, the same views; to +make them all alike feel that they were growing up, not merely English +subjects, but English men, was one of the most important social problems +in Trinidad. And the simplest way of solving it was, to educate +them as much as possible side by side in the same school, on terms of +perfect equality.</p> +<p>The late Governor, therefore, with the advice and consent of his +Council, determined to develop the Queen’s Collegiate School into +a new Royal College, which was to be open to all creeds and races without +distinction: but upon such terms as will, it is hoped, secure the willing +attendance of Roman Catholic scholars. <a name="citation291"></a><a href="#footnote291">{291}</a> +Not only it, but schools duly affiliated to it, are to receive Government +aid; and four Exhibitions of £150 a year each, instead of two, +are granted to young men going home to a British University. The +College was inaugurated—I am sorry to say after I had left the +island—in June 1870, by the Governor, in the presence of (to quote +the <i>Port of Spain Gazette</i>) the Council, consisting of—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>The Honourable the Chief Judge Needham.<br />J. Scott Bushe (Colonial +Secretary).<br />Charles W. Warner, C.B.<br />E. J. Eagles.<br />F. +Warner.<br />Dr. L. A. A. Verteuil.<br />Henry Court.<br />M. Maxwell +Philip.<br />His Honour Mr. Justice Fitzgerald.<br />André Bernard, +Esq.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>The last five of these gentlemen being, I believe, Roman Catholics. +Most of the Board of Education were also present; the Principal and +Masters of the Collegiate School, the Superiors and Reverend Professors +of St. Mary’s College, the Clergy of the Church of England in +the island; the leading professional men and merchants, etc., and especially +a large number of the Roman Catholic gentry of the island; ‘MM. +Ambard, O’Connor, Giuseppi, Laney, Farfan, Gillineau, Rat, Pantin, +Léotaud, Besson, Fraser, Paüll, Hobson, Garcia, Dr. Padron,’ +etc. I quote their names from the <i>Gazette</i>, in the order +in which they occur. Many of them I have not the honour of knowing: +but judging of those whom I do not know by those whom I do, I should +say that their presence at the inauguration was a solid proof that the +foundation of the new College was a just and politic measure, opening, +as the <i>Gazette</i> well says, a great future to the youth of all +creeds in the colony.</p> +<p>The late Governor’s speech on the occasion I shall print entire. +It will explain the circumstances of the case far better than I can +do; and it may possibly meet with interest and approval from those who +like to hear sound sense spoken, even in a small colony.</p> +<p>‘We are met here to-day to inaugurate the Royal College, an +institution in which the benefits of a sound education, I trust, will +be secured to Protestants and Roman Catholics alike, without the slightest +compromise of their respective principles.</p> +<p>‘The Queen’s Collegiate School, of which this College +is, in some sort, an out-growth and development, was founded with the +same object: but, successful as it has been in other respects, it cannot +be said to have altogether attained this.</p> +<p>‘St. Mary’s College was founded by private enterprise +with a different view, and to meet the wants of those who objected to +the Collegiate School.</p> +<p>‘It has long been felt the existence of two Colleges—one, +the smaller, almost entirely supported by the State; the other, the +larger, wholly without State aid—was objectionable; and that the +whole question of secondary education presented a most difficult problem.</p> +<p>‘Some saw its solution in the withdrawal of all State aid from +higher education; others in the establishment by the State of two distinct +Denominational Colleges.</p> +<p>‘I have elsewhere explained the reason why I consider both +these suggestions faulty, and their probable effect bad; the one being +certain to check and discourage superior education altogether, the other +likely to substitute inefficient for efficient teaching, and small exclusive +schools for a wide national institution.</p> +<p>‘I knew that, whilst insuperable objections existed to a combined +education in all subjects, that objection had its limits: that in America +and in Germany I had seen Protestants and Catholics learning side by +side; that in Mauritius, a College numbering 700 pupils, partly Protestants, +partly Roman Catholics, existed; and that similar establishments were +not uncommon elsewhere.</p> +<p>‘I therefore determined to endeavour to effect the establishment +of a College where combined study might be carried on in those branches +of education with respect to which no objection to such a course was +felt, and to support with Government aid, and bring under Government +supervision, those establishments where those branches in which a separate +education was deemed necessary were taught.</p> +<p>‘I had, when last at home, some anxious conferences with the +highest ecclesiastical authority of the Roman Catholic Church in England +on the subject, and came to a complete understanding with him in respect +to it. That distinguished prelate, himself a man of the highest +University eminence, is not one to be indifferent to the interests of +learning. His position, his known opinions, afford a guarantee +that nothing sanctioned by him could, even by the most scrupulous, be +considered in the least degree inconsistent with the interests of his +Church or his religion.</p> +<p>‘He expressed a strong preference for a totally separate education: +but candidly admitted the objections to such a course in a small and +not very wealthy island, and drew a wide distinction between combination +for all purposes, and for some only.</p> +<p>‘There were certain courses of instruction in which combined +instruction could not possibly be given consistently with due regard +to the faith of the pupils; there were others where it was difficult +to decide whether it could or could not properly be given; there were +others again where it might be certainly given without objection.</p> +<p>‘On this understanding the plan carried into effect is based: +but the Legislature have gone far beyond what was then agreed; and whilst +Archbishop Manning would have assented to an arrangement which would +have excluded certain branches only of education from the common course, +the law, as now in force, allows exemption from attendance on all, provided +competent instruction is given to the pupils in the same branches elsewhere; +till, in fact, all that remains obligatory is attendance at examinations, +and at the course of instruction in one or more of four given branches +of education, if it should so happen that no adequate teaching in that +particular branch is given in the pupil’s own school.</p> +<p>‘A scheme more liberal—a bond more elastic—could +hardly have been devised, capable of effecting, if desired, the closest +union—capable of being stretched to almost any degree of slight +connection; and even if some Catholics would still prefer a wholly separate +system, they must, if candid men, admit that the Protestant population +here have a right to demand that they should not be called on to surrender, +in order to satisfy a mere preference, the great advantages they derive +from a united College under State control, with its efficient staff +and national character.</p> +<p>‘If religious difficulties are met, and conscientious scruples +are not wounded, a sacrifice of preferences must often be made. +Private wishes must often yield to the public good.</p> +<p>‘In the first instance, all the boys of the former Collegiate +School have become students of the College; but probably a school of +a similar character, but affiliated to the College, will shortly be +formed, in which a large number of those boys will be included.</p> +<p>‘That the headship of the College should be entrusted to the +Principal of the Queen’s Collegiate School will, I am sure, be +universally felt to be only a just tribute to the zeal, efficiency, +and success with which he has hitherto laboured in his office, whilst, +in addition to these qualifications, he possesses the no less important +one for the post he is about to fill, of a mind singularly impartial, +just, liberal, and candid.</p> +<p>‘I hope that the other Professors of the College may be taken +from affiliated schools indiscriminately, the lectures being given as +may be most convenient, and as may be arranged by the College Council.</p> +<p>‘It is intended by the College Council that the fees charged +for attendance at the Royal College should be much lower than those +heretofore charged at the Queen’s Collegiate School. I do +not believe that the mere financial loss will be great, whilst I believe +a good education will, by this means, be placed within the reach of +many who cannot now afford it.</p> +<p>‘I hope—but I express only my own personal wish, not +that of the Council, which, as yet, has pronounced no opinion—that +some of the changes introduced in most states of modern education will +be made here, and that especial attention will be given to the teaching +of some of the Eastern languages.</p> +<p>‘It is almost impossible to overrate the importance of this +both to the Government and the community;—to the Government, as +enabling it to avail itself of the services of honest, competent, and +trustworthy interpreters; and to the general community, as relieving +both employer and employed from the necessity of depending on the interpretation +of men not always very competent, nor always very scrupulous, whose +mistakes or errors, whether wilful or accidental, may often effect much +injustice, and on whose fidelity life may not unfrequently depend.</p> +<p>‘I thank the members of the College Council for having accepted +a task which will, at first, involve much delicate tact, forbearance, +caution, and firmness, and the exercise of talents I know them to possess, +and which I am confident will be freely bestowed in working out the +success of the institution committed to their care.</p> +<p>‘I thank the Principal and his staff for their past exertions, +and I count with confidence on their future labours.</p> +<p>‘I thank the parents who, by their presence, have manifested +their interest in our undertaking, and their wishes for its success, +and I especially thank the ladies who have been drawn within these walls +by graver attractions than those which generally bring us together at +this building.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice to see here the Superior of St. Mary’s College, +and the goodly array of those under his charge, and I do so for many +reasons.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice, because being not as yet affiliated or in any way +officially connected with the Royal College, their presence is a spontaneous +evidence of their goodwill and kindly feeling, and of the spirit in +which they have been disposed to meet the efforts made to consult their +feelings in the arrangements of this institution; a spirit yet further +evinced by the fact that the Superior has informed me that he is about +voluntarily to alter the course of study pursued in St. Mary’s +College, so as more nearly to assimilate it to that pursued here.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice, because in their presence I hail a sign that the +affiliation which is, I believe, desired by the great body of the Roman +Catholic community in this island, and to which it has been shown no +insuperable religious obstacle exists, will take place at no more distant +day than is necessary to secure the approval, the naturally requisite +approval, of ecclesiastical authority elsewhere.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice at their presence, because it enables me before +this company to express my high sense of the courage and liberality +which have maintained their College for years past without any aid whatever +from the State, and, in spite of manifold obstacles and discouragements, +have caused it to increase in numbers and efficiency.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice at their presence, because I desire to see the youth +of Trinidad of every race, without indifference to their respective +creeds, brought together on all possible occasions, whether for recreation +or for work; because I wish to see them engaged in friendly rivalry +in their studies now, as they will hereafter be in the world, which +I desire to see them enter, not as strangers to each other, but as friends +and fellow-citizens.</p> +<p>‘I rejoice, because their presence enables me to take a personal +farewell of so many of those who will in the next generation be the +planters, the merchants, the official and professional men of Trinidad. +By the time that you are men all the petty jealousies, all the mean +resentments of this our day, will have faded into the oblivion which +is their proper bourn. But the work now accomplished will not, +I trust, so fade. They will melt and perish as the snow of the +north would before our tropical sun: but the College will, I trust, +remain as the rock on which the snow rests, and which remains uninjured +by the heat, unmoved by the passing storm. May it endure and strengthen +as it passes from the first feeble beginnings of this its infancy to +a vigorous youth and maturity. You will sometimes in days to come +recall the inauguration of your College, and perhaps not forget that +its founder prayed you to bear in mind the truth that you will find, +even now, the truest satisfaction in the strict discharge of duty; that +he urged you to form high and unselfish aims—to seek noble and +worthy objects; and as you enter on the world and all its tossing sea +of jealousies, strife, division and distrust, to heed the lesson which +an Apostle, whose words we all alike revere, has taught us, “If +ye bite and devour one another, take ye heed that ye be not consumed +one of another.”</p> +<p>‘Here, we hope, a point of union has been found which may last +through life, and that whilst every man cherishes a love for his own +peculiar School, all alike will have an interest in their common College, +all alike be proud of a national institution, jealous of its honour, +and eager to advance its welfare.</p> +<p>‘It is a common thing to hear the bitterness of religious discord +here deplored. I for one, looking back on the history of past +years, cannot think, as some seem to do, that it has increased. +On the contrary, it seems to me that it has greatly diminished in violence +when displayed, and that its displays are far less frequent. Such, +I believe, will be more and more the case; and that whilst religious +distinctions will remain the same, and conscientious convictions unaltered, +social and party differences consequent on those distinctions and convictions +will daily diminish; that all alike will more and more feel in how many +things they can think and act together for the benefit of their common +country, and of the community of which they all are members; how they +can be glad together in her prosperity, and be sad together in the day +of her distress; and work together at all times to promote her good. +That this College is calculated to aid in a great degree in effecting +this happy result, I for one cannot entertain the shadow of a doubt. +“Esto perpetua!”’</p> +<p>‘Esto perpetua.’ But there remains, I believe, +more yet to be done for education in the West Indies; and that is to +carry out Mr. Keenan’s scheme for a Central University for the +whole of the West Indian Colonies, <a name="citation297a"></a><a href="#footnote297a">{297a}</a> +as a focus of higher education; and a focus, also, of cultivated public +opinion, round which all that is shrewdest and noblest in the islands +shall rally, and find strength in moral and intellectual union. +I earnestly recommend all West Indians to ponder Mr. Keenan’s +weighty words on this matter; believing that, as they do so, even stronger +reasons than he has given for establishing such an institution will +suggest themselves to West Indian minds.</p> +<p>I am not aware, nor would the reader care much to know, what schools +there may be in Port of Spain for Protestant young ladies. I can +only say that, to judge from the young ladies themselves, the schools +must be excellent. But one school in Port of Spain I am bound +in honour, as a clergyman of the Church of England, not to pass by without +earnest approval, namely, ‘The Convent,’ as it is usually +called. It was established in 1836, under the patronage of the +Roman Catholic Bishop, the Right Rev. Dr. Macdonnel, and was founded +by the ladies of St. Joseph, a religious Sisterhood which originated +in France a few years since, for the special purpose of diffusing instruction +through the colonies. <a name="citation297b"></a><a href="#footnote297b">{297b}</a> +This institution, which Dr. De Verteuil says is ‘unique in the +West Indies,’ besides keeping up two large girls’ schools +for poor children, gave in 1857 a higher education to 120 girls of the +middle and upper classes, and the number has much increased since then. +It is impossible to doubt that this Convent has been ‘a blessing +to the colony.’ At the very time when, just after slavery +was abolished, society throughout the island was in the greatest peril, +these good ladies came to supply a want which, under the peculiar circumstances +of Trinidad, could only have been supplied by the self-sacrifice of +devoted women. The Convent has not only spread instruction and +religion among the wealthier coloured class: but it has done more; it +has been a centre of true civilisation, purity, virtue, where one was +but too much needed; and has preserved, doubtless, hundreds of young +creatures from serious harm; and that without interfering in any wise, +I should think, with their duty to their parents. On the contrary, +many a mother in Port of Spain must have found in the Convent a protection +for her daughters, better than she herself could give, against influences +to which she herself had been but too much exposed during the evil days +of slavery; influences which are not yet, alas! extinct in Port of Spain. +Creoles will understand my words; and will understand, too, why I, Protestant +though I am, bid heartily God speed to the good ladies of St. Joseph.</p> +<p>To the Anglican clergy, meanwhile, whom I met in the West Indies, +I am bound to offer my thanks, not for courtesies shown to me—that +is a slight matter—but for the worthy fashion in which they seem +to be upholding the honour of the good old Church in the colonies. +In Port of Spain I heard and saw enough of their work to believe that +they are in nowise less active—more active they cannot be—than +if they were seaport clergymen in England. The services were performed +thoroughly well; with a certain stateliness, which is not only allowable +but necessary, in a colony where the majority of the congregation are +coloured; but without the least foppery or extravagance. The very +best sermon, perhaps, for matter and manner, which I ever heard preached +to unlettered folk, was preached by a young clergyman—a West Indian +born—in the Great Church of Port of Spain; and he had no lack +of hearers, and those attentive ones. The Great Church was always +a pleasant sight, with its crowded congregation of every hue, all well +dressed, and with the universal West Indian look of comfort; and its +noble span of roof overhead, all cut from island timber—another +proof of what the wood-carver may effect in the island hereafter. +Certainly distractions were frequent and troublesome, at least to a +newcomer. A large centipede would come out and take a hurried +turn round the Governor’s seat; or a bat would settle in broad +daylight in the curate’s hood; or one had to turn away one’s +eyes lest they should behold—not vanity, but—the magnificent +head of a Cabbage-palm just outside the opposite window, with the black +vultures trying to sit on the footstalks in a high wind, and slipping +down, and flopping up again, half the service through. But one +soon got accustomed to the strange sights; though it was, to say the +least, somewhat startling to find, on Christmas Day, the altar and pulpit +decked with exquisite tropic flowers; and each doorway arched over with +a single pair of coconut leaves, fifteen feet high.</p> +<p>The Christmas Day Communion, too, was one not easily to be forgotten. +At least 250 persons, mostly coloured, many as black as jet, attended; +and were, I must say for them, most devout in manner. Pleasant +it was to see the large proportion of men among them, many young white +men of the middle and upper class; and still more pleasant, too, to +see that all hues and ranks knelt side by side without the least distinction. +One trio touched me deeply. An old lady—I know not who she +was—with the unmistakable long, delicate, once beautiful features +of a high-bred West Indian of the ‘Ancien Régime,’ +came and knelt reverently, feebly, sadly, between two old Negro women. +One of them seemed her maid. Both of them might have been once +her slaves. Here at least they were equals. True Equality—the +consecration of humility, not the consecration of envy—first appeared +on earth in the house of God, and at the altar of Christ: and I question +much whether it will linger long in any spot on earth where that house +and that altar are despised. It is easy to propose an equality +without Christianity; as easy as to propose to kick down the ladder +by which you have climbed, or to saw off the bough on which you sit. +As easy; and as safe.</p> +<p>But I must not forget, while speaking of education in Trinidad, one +truly ‘educational’ establishment which I visited at Tacarigua; +namely, a Coolie Orphan Home, assisted by the State, but set up and +kept up almost entirely by the zeal of one man—the Rev. --- Richards, +brother of the excellent Rector of Trinity Church, Port of Spain. +This good man, having no children of his own, has taken for his children +the little brown immigrants, who, losing father and mother, are but +too apt to be neglected by their own folk. At the foot of the +mountains, beside a clear swift stream, amid scenery and vegetation +which an European millionaire might envy, he has built a smart little +quadrangle, with a long low house, on one side for the girls, on the +other for the boys; a schoolroom, which was as well supplied with books, +maps, and pictures as any average National School in England; and, adjoining +the buildings, a garden where the boys are taught to work. A matron—who +seemed thoroughly worthy of her post—conducts the whole; and comfort, +cleanliness, and order were visible everywhere. A pleasant sight; +but the pleasantest sight of all was to see the little bright-eyed brown +darlings clustering round him who was indeed their father in God; who +had delivered them from misery and loneliness, and—in the case +of the girls—too probably vice likewise; and drawn them, by love, +to civilisation and Christianity. The children, as fast as they +grow up, are put out to domestic service, and the great majority of +the boys at least turn out well. The girls, I was told, are curiously +inferior to the boys in intellect and force of character; an inferiority +which is certainly not to be found in Negroes, among whom the two sexes +are more on a par, not only intellectually, but physically also, than +among any race which I have seen. One instance, indeed, we saw +of the success of the school. A young creature, brought up there, +and well married near by, came in during our visit to show off her first +baby to the matron and the children; as pretty a mother and babe as +one could well see. Only we regretted that, in obedience to the +supposed demands of civilisation, and of a rise in life, she had discarded +the graceful and modest Hindoo dress of her ancestresses, for a French +bonnet and all that accompanies it. The transfiguration added, +one must charitably suppose, to her self-respect; if so, it must be +condoned on moral grounds: but in an æsthetic view, she had made +a great mistake.</p> +<p>In remembrance of our visit, a little brown child, some three or +four years old, who had been christened that day, was named after me; +and I was glad to have my name connected, even in so minute an item, +with an institution which at all events delivers children from the fancy +that they can, without being good or doing good, conciliate the upper +powers by hanging garlands on a trident inside a hut, or putting red +dust on a stump of wood outside it, while they stare in and mumble prayers +to they know not what of gilded wood.</p> +<p>The coolie temples are curious places to those who have never before +been face to face with real heathendom. Their mark is, generally, +a long bamboo with a pennon atop, outside a low dark hut, with a broad +flat verandah, or rather shed, outside the door. Under the latter, +opposite each door, if I recollect rightly, is a stone or small stump, +on which offerings are made of red dust and flowers. From it the +worshippers can see the images within. The white man, stooping, +enters the temple. The attendant priest, so far from forbidding +him, seems highly honoured, especially if the visitor give him a shilling; +and points out, in the darkness—for there is no light save through +the low doors—three or four squatting abominations, usually gilded. +Sometimes these have been carved in the island. Sometimes the +poor folk have taken the trouble to bring them all the way from India +on board ship. Hung beside them on the walls are little pictures, +often very well executed in the miniature-like Hindoo style by native +artists in the island. Large brass pots, which have some sacred +meaning, stand about, and with them a curious trident-shaped stand, +about four feet high, on the horns of which garlands of flowers are +hung as offerings. The visitor is told that the male figures are +Mahadeva, and the female Kali: we could hear of no other deities. +I leave it to those who know Indian mythology better than I do, to interpret +the meaning—or rather the past meaning, for I suspect it means +very little now—of all this trumpery and nonsense, on which the +poor folk seem to spend much money. It was impossible, of course, +even if one had understood their language, to find out what notions +they attached to it all; and all I could do, on looking at these heathen +idol chapels, in the midst of a Christian and civilised land, was to +ponder, in sadness and astonishment, over a puzzle as yet to me inexplicable; +namely, how human beings first got into their heads the vagary of worshipping +images. I fully allow the cleverness and apparent reasonableness +of M. Comte’s now famous theory of the development of religions. +I blame no one for holding it. But I cannot agree with it. +The more of a ‘saine appréciation,’ as M. Comte calls +it, I bring to bear on the known facts; the more I ‘let my thought +play freely around them,’ the more it is inconceivable to me, +according to any laws of the human intellect which I have seen at work, +that savage or half-savage folk should have invented idolatries. +I do not believe that Fetishism is the parent of idolatry; but rather—as +I have said elsewhere—that it is the dregs and remnants of idolatry. +The idolatrous nations now, as always, are not the savage nations; but +those who profess a very ancient and decaying civilisation. The +Hebrew Scriptures uniformly represent the non-idolatrous and monotheistic +peoples, from Abraham to Cyrus, as lower in what we now call the scale +of civilisation, than the idolatrous and polytheistic peoples about +them. May not the contrast between the Patriarchs and the Pharaohs, +David and the Philistines, the Persians and the Babylonians, mark a +law of history of wider application than we are wont to suspect? +But if so, what was the parent of idolatry? For a natural genesis +it must have had, whether it be a healthy and necessary development +of the human mind—as some hold, not without weighty arguments +on their side; or whether it be a diseased and merely fungoid growth, +as I believe it to be. I cannot hold that it originated in Nature-worship, +simply because I can find no evidence of such an origin. There +is rather evidence, if the statements of the idolaters themselves are +to be taken, that it originated in the worship of superior races by +inferior races; possibly also in the worship of works of art which those +races, dying out, had left behind them, and which the lower race, while +unable to copy them, believed to be possessed of magical powers derived +from a civilisation which they had lost. After a while the priesthood, +which has usually, in all ages and countries, proclaimed itself the +depository of a knowledge and a civilisation lost to the mass of the +people, may have gained courage to imitate these old works of art, with +proper improvements for the worse, and have persuaded the people that +the new idols would do as well as the old ones. Would that some +truly learned man would ‘let his thoughts play freely’ round +this view of the mystery, and see what can be made out of it. +But whatever is made out, on either view, it will still remain a mystery—to +me at least, as much as to Isaiah of old—how this utterly abnormal +and astonishing animal called man first got into his foolish head that +he could cut a thing out of wood or stone which would listen to him +and answer his prayers. Yet so it is; so it has been for unnumbered +ages. Man may be defined as a speaking animal, or a cooking animal. +He is best, I fear, defined as an idolatrous animal; and so much the +worse for him. But what if that very fact, diseased as it is, +should be a sure proof that he is more than an animal?</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XV: THE RACES—A LETTER</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>Dear ---, I have been to the races: not to bet, nor to see the horses +run: not even to see the fair ladies on the Grand Stand, in all the +newest fashions of Paris <i>viâ</i> New York: but to wander <i>en +mufti</i> among the crowd outside, and behold the humours of men. +And I must say that their humours were very good humours; far better, +it seemed to me, than those of an English race-ground. Not that +I have set foot on one for thirty years; but at railway stations, and +elsewhere, one cannot help seeing what manner of folk, beside mere holiday +folk, rich or poor, affect English races; or help pronouncing them, +if physiognomy be any test of character, the most degraded beings, even +some of those smart-dressed men who carry bags with their names on them, +which our pseudo-civilisation has yet done itself the dishonour of producing. +Now, of that class I saw absolutely none. I do not suppose that +the brown fellows who hung about the horses, whether Barbadians or Trinidad +men, were of very angelic morals: but they looked like heroes compared +with the bloated hangdog roughs and quasi-grooms of English races. +As for the sporting gentlemen, not having the honour to know them, I +can only say that they looked like gentlemen, and that I wish, in all +courtesy, that they had been more wisely employed.</p> +<p>But the Negro, or the coloured man of the lower class, was in his +glory. He was smart, clean, shiny, happy, according to his light. +He got up into trees, and clustered there, grinning from ear to ear. +He bawled about island horses and Barbadian horses—for the Barbadians +mustered strong, and a fight was expected, which, however, never came +off; he sang songs, possibly some of them extempore, like that which +amused one’s childhood concerning a once notable event in a certain +island—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘I went to da Place<br />To see da horse-race,<br />I see Mr. +Barton<br />A-wipin’ ob his face.</p> +<p>‘Run Allright,<br />Run for your life;<br />See Mr Barton<br />A +comin wid a knife.</p> +<p>‘Oh, Mr Barton,<br />I sarry for your loss;<br />If you no +believe me,<br />I tie my head across.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>That is—go into mourning. But no one seemed inclined +to tie their heads, across that day. The Coolies seemed as merry +as the Negroes, even about the face of the Chinese there flickered, +at times, a feeble ray of interest.</p> +<p>The coloured women wandered about, in showy prints, great crinolines, +and gorgeous turbans. The Coolie women sat in groups on the glass—ah! +Isle of the Blest, where people can sit on the grass in January—like +live flower beds of the most splendid and yet harmonious hues. +As for jewels, of gold as well as silver, there were many there, on +arms, ankles, necks, and noses, which made white ladies fresh from England +break the tenth commandment.</p> +<p>I wandered about, looking at the live flower beds, and giving passing +glances into booths, which I longed to enter, and hear what sort of +human speech might be going on therein but I was deterred, first by +the thought that much of the speech might not be over edifying, and +next by the smells, especially by that most hideous of all smells—new +rum.</p> +<p>At last I came to a crowd, and in the midst of it, one of those great +French merry-go-rounds turned by machinery, with pictures of languishing +ladies round the central column. All the way from the Champs Elysées +the huge piece of fool’s tackle had lumbered and creaked hither +across the sea to Martinique, and was now making the round of the islands, +and a very profitable round, to judge from the number of its customers. +The hobby-horses swarmed with Negresses and Hindoos of the lower order. +The Negresses, I am sorry to say, forgot themselves, kicked up their +legs, shouted to the bystanders, and were altogether incondite. +The Hindoo women, though showing much more of their limbs than the Negresses, +kept them gracefully together, drew their veils round their heads, and +sat coyly, half frightened, half amused, to the delight of their papas, +or husbands, who had in some cases to urge them to get up and ride, +while they stood by, as on guard, with the long hardwood quarter staff +in hand.</p> +<p>As I looked on, considered what a strange creature man is, and wondered +what possible pleasure these women could derive from being whirled round +till they were giddy and stupid, I saw an old gentleman seemingly absorbed +in the very same reflection. He was dressed in dark blue, with +a straw hat. He stood with his hands behind his back, his knees +a little bent, and a sort of wise, half-sad, half-humorous smile upon +his aquiline high-cheek-boned features. I took him for an old +Scot; a canny, austere man—a man, too, who had known sorrow, and +profited thereby; and I drew near to him. But as he turned his +head deliberately round to me, I beheld to my astonishment the unmistakable +features of a Chinese. He and I looked each other full in the +face, without a word; and I fancied that we understood each other about +the merry-go-round, and many things besides. And then we both +walked off different ways, as having seen enough, and more than enough. +Was he, after all, an honest man and true? Or had he, like Ah +Sin, in Mr. Bret Harte’s delectable ballad, with ‘the smile +that was child-like and bland’—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>‘In his sleeves, which were large,<br /> Twenty-four +packs of cards,<br />And—On his nails, which were taper,<br /> What’s +common in tapers—that’s wax’?</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>I know not; for the Chinese visage is unfathomable. But I incline +to this day to the more charitable judgment; for the man’s face +haunted me, and haunts me still; and I am weak enough to believe that +I should know the man and like him, if I met him in another planet, +a thousand years hence.</p> +<p>Then I walked back under the blazing sun across the Savanna, over +the sensitive plants and the mole-crickets’ nests, while the great +locusts whirred up before me at every step; toward the archway between +the bamboo-clumps, and the red sentry shining like a spark of fire beneath +its deep shadow; and found on my way a dying racehorse, with a group +of coloured men round him, whom I advised in vain to do the one thing +needful—put a blanket over him to keep off the sun, for the poor +thing had fallen from sunstroke; so I left them to jabber and do nothing: +asking myself—Is the human race, in the matter of amusements, +as civilised as it was—say three thousand years ago? People +have, certainly—quite of late years—given up going to see +cocks fight, or heretics burnt: but that is mainly because the heretics +just now make the laws—in favour of themselves and the cocks. +But are our amusements to be compared with those of the old Greeks, +with the one exception of liking to hear really good music? Yet +that fruit of civilisation is barely twenty years old; and we owe its +introduction, be it always remembered, to the Germans. French +civilisation signifies practically, certainly in the New World, little +save ballet-girls, billiard-tables, and thin boots: English civilisation, +little save horse-racing and cricket. The latter sport is certainly +blameless; nay, in the West Indies, laudable and even heroic, when played, +as on the Savanna here, under a noonday sun which feels hot enough to +cook a mutton-chop. But with all respect for cricket, one cannot +help looking back at the old games of Greece, and questioning whether +man has advanced much in the art of amusing himself rationally and wholesomely.</p> +<p>I had reason to ask the same question that evening, as we sat in +the cool verandah, watching the fireflies flicker about the tree-tops, +and listening to the weary din of the tom-toms which came from all sides +of the Savanna save our own, drowning the screeching and snoring of +the toads, and even, at times, the screams of an European band, which +was playing a ‘combination tune,’ near the Grand Stand, +half a mile off.</p> +<p>To the music of tom-tom and chac-chac, the coloured folk would dance +perpetually till ten o’clock, after which time the rites of Mylitta +are silenced by the policeman, for the sake of quiet folk in bed. +They are but too apt, however, to break out again with fresh din about +one in the morning, under the excuse—‘Dis am not last night, +Policeman. Dis am ’nother day.’</p> +<p>Well: but is the nightly tom-tom dance so much more absurd than the +nightly ball, which is now considered an integral element of white civilisation? +A few centuries hence may not both of them be looked back on as equally +sheer barbarisms?</p> +<p>These tom-tom dances are not easily seen. The only glance I +ever had of them was from the steep slope of once beautiful Belmont. +‘Sitting on a hill apart,’ my host and I were discoursing, +not ‘of fate, free-will, free-knowledge absolute,’ but of +a question almost as mysterious—the doings of the Parasol-ants +who marched up and down their trackways past us, and whether these doings +were guided by an intellect differing from ours, only in degree, but +not in kind. A hundred yards below we espied a dance in a negro +garden; a few couples, mostly of women, pousetting to each other with +violent and ungainly stampings, to the music of tom-tom and chac-chac, +if music it can be called. Some power over the emotions it must +have; for the Negroes are said to be gradually maddened by it; and white +people have told me that its very monotony, if listened to long, is +strangely exciting, like the monotony of a bagpipe drone, or of a drum. +What more went on at the dance we could not see; and if we had tried, +we should probably not have been allowed to see. The Negro is +chary of admitting white men to his amusements; and no wonder. +If a London ballroom were suddenly invaded by Phœbus, Ares, and +Hermes, such as Homer drew them, they would probably be unwelcome guests; +at least in the eyes of the gentlemen. The latter would, I suspect, +thoroughly sympathise with the Negro in the old story, intelligible +enough to those who know what is the favourite food of a West Indian +chicken.</p> +<p>‘Well, John, so they gave a dignity ball on the estate last +night?’</p> +<p>‘Yes, massa, very nice ball. Plenty of pretty ladies, +massa.’</p> +<p>‘Why did you not ask me, John? I like to look at pretty +ladies as well as you.’</p> +<p>‘Ah, massa: when cockroach give a ball, him no ask da fowls.’</p> +<p>Great and worthy exertions are made, every London Season, for the +conversion of the Negro and the Heathen, and the abolition of their +barbarous customs and dances. It is to be hoped that the Negro +and the Heathen will some day show their gratitude to us, by sending +missionaries hither to convert the London Season itself, dances and +all; and assist it to take the beam out of its own eye, in return for +having taken the mote out of theirs.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI: A PROVISION GROUND</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>The ‘provision grounds’ of the Negroes were very interesting. +I had longed to behold, alive and growing, fruits and plants which I +had heard so often named, and seen so often figured, that I had expected +to recognise many of them at first sight; and found, in nine cases out +of ten, that I could not. Again, I had longed to gather some hints +as to the possibility of carrying out in the West Indian islands that +system of ‘Petite Culture’—of small spade farming—which +I have long regarded, with Mr. John Stuart Mill and others, as not only +the ideal form of agriculture, but perhaps the basis of any ideal rustic +civilisation. And what scanty and imperfect facts I could collect +I set down here.</p> +<p>It was a pleasant sensation to have, day after day, old names translated +for me into new facts. Pleasant, at least to me: not so pleasant, +I fear, to my kind companions, whose courtesy I taxed to the uttermost +by stopping to look over every fence, and ask, ‘What is that? +And that?’ Let the reader who has a taste for the beautiful +as well as the useful in horticulture, do the same, and look in fancy +over the hedge of the nearest provision ground.</p> +<p>There are orange-trees laden with fruit: who knows not them? and +that awkward-boughed tree, with huge green fruit, and deeply-cut leaves +a foot or more across—leaves so grand that, as one of our party +often suggested, their form ought to be introduced into architectural +ornamentation, and to take the place of the Greek acanthus, which they +surpass in beauty—that is, of course, a Bread-fruit tree.</p> +<p>That round-headed tree, with dark rich Portugal laurel foliage, arranged +in stars at the end of each twig, is the Mango, always a beautiful object, +whether in orchard or in open park. In the West Indies, as far +as I have seen, the Mango has not yet reached the huge size of its ancestors +in Hindostan. There—to judge, at least, from photographs—the +Mango must be indeed the queen of trees; growing to the size of the +largest English oak, and keeping always the round oak-like form. +Rich in resplendent foliage, and still more rich in fruit, the tree +easily became encircled with an atmosphere of myth in the fancy of the +imaginative Hindoo.</p> +<p>That tree with upright branches, and large, dark, glossy leaves tiled +upwards along them, is the Mammee Sapota, <a name="citation311a"></a><a href="#footnote311a">{311a}</a> +beautiful likewise. And what is the next, like an evergreen peach, +shedding from the under side of every leaf a golden light—call +it not shade? A Star-apple; <a name="citation311b"></a><a href="#footnote311b">{311b}</a> +and that young thing which you may often see grown into a great timber-tree, +with leaves like a Spanish chestnut, is the Avocado, <a name="citation311c"></a><a href="#footnote311c">{311c}</a> +or, as some call it, alligator, pear. This with the glossy leaves, +somewhat like the Mammee Sapota, is a Sapodilla, <a name="citation311d"></a><a href="#footnote311d">{311d}</a> +and that with leaves like a great myrtle, and bright flesh-coloured +fruit, a Malacca-apple, or perhaps a Rose-apple. <a name="citation311e"></a><a href="#footnote311e">{311e}</a> +Its neighbour, with large leaves, gray and rough underneath, flowers +as big as your two hands, with greenish petals and a purple eye, followed +by fat scaly yellow apples, is the Sweet-sop; <a name="citation311f"></a><a href="#footnote311f">{311f}</a> +and that privet-like bush with little flowers and green berries a Guava, +<a name="citation311g"></a><a href="#footnote311g">{311g}</a> of which +you may eat if you will, as you may of the rest.</p> +<p>The truth, however, must be told. These West Indian fruits +are, most of them, still so little improved by careful culture and selection +of kinds, that not one of them (as far as we have tried them) is to +be compared with an average strawberry, plum, or pear.</p> +<p>But how beautiful they are all and each, after their kinds! +What a joy for a man to stand at his door and simply look at them growing, +leafing, blossoming, fruiting, without pause, through the perpetual +summer, in his little garden of the Hesperides, where, as in those of +the Phœnicians of old, ‘pear grows ripe on pear, and fig +on fig,’ for ever and for ever!</p> +<p>Now look at the vegetables. At the Bananas and Plantains first +of all. A stranger’s eye would not distinguish them. +The practical difference between them is, that the Plaintain <a name="citation311h"></a><a href="#footnote311h">{311h}</a> +bears large fruits which require cooking; the Banana <a name="citation312a"></a><a href="#footnote312a">{312a}</a> +smaller and sweeter fruits, which are eaten raw. As for the plant +on which they grow, no mere words can picture the simple grandeur and +grace of a form which startles me whenever I look steadily at it. +For however common it is—none commoner here—it is so unlike +aught else, so perfect in itself, that, like a palm, it might well have +become, in early ages, an object of worship.</p> +<p>And who knows that it has not? Who knows that there have not +been races who looked on it as the Red Indians looked on Mondamin, the +maize-plant; as a gift of a god—perhaps the incarnation of a god? +Who knows? Whence did the ancestors of that plant come? +What was its wild stock like ages ago? It is wild nowhere now +on earth. It stands alone and unique in the vegetable kingdom, +with distant cousins, but no brother kinds. It has been cultivated +so long that though it flowers and fruits, it seldom or never seeds, +and is propagated entirely by cuttings. The only spot, as far +as I am aware, in which it seeds regularly and plentifully, is the remote, +and till of late barbarous Andaman Islands in the Bay of Bengal. <a name="citation312b"></a><a href="#footnote312b">{312b}</a></p> +<p>There it regularly springs up in the second growth, after the forest +is cleared, and bears fruits full of seed as close together as they +can be pressed. How did the plant get there? Was it once +cultivated there by a race superior to the now utterly savage islanders, +and at an epoch so remote that it had not yet lost the power of seeding? +Are the Andamans its original home? or rather, was its original home +that great southern continent of which the Andamans are perhaps a remnant? +Does not this fact, as well as the broader fact that different varieties +of the Plantain and Banana girdle the earth round at the Tropics, and +have girdled it as long as records go back, hint at a time when there +was a tropic continent or archipelago round the whole equator, and at +a civilisation and a horticulture to which those of old Egypt are upstarts +of yesterday? There are those who never can look at the Banana +without a feeling of awe, as at a token of holy ancient the race of +man may be, and how little we know of his history.</p> +<p>Most beautiful it is. The lush fat green stem; the crown of +huge leaves, falling over in curves like those of human limbs; and below, +the whorls of green or golden fruit, with the purple heart of flowers +dangling below them; and all so full of life, that this splendid object +is the product of a few months. I am told that if you cut the +stem off at certain seasons, you may see the young leaf—remember +that it is an endogen, and grows from within, like a palm, or a lily, +or a grass—actually move upward from within and grow before your +eyes; and that each stem of Plantain will bear from thirty to sixty +pounds of rich food during the year of its short life.</p> +<p>But, beside the grand Plantains and Bananas, there are other interesting +plants, whose names you have often heard. The tall plant with +stem unbranched, but knotty and zigzag, and leaves atop like hemp, but +of a cold purplish tinge, is the famous Cassava, <a name="citation313a"></a><a href="#footnote313a">{313a}</a> +or Manioc, the old food of the Indians, poisonous till its juice is +squeezed out in a curious spiral grass basket. The young Laburnums +(as they seem), with purple flowers, are Pigeon-peas, <a name="citation313b"></a><a href="#footnote313b">{313b}</a> +right good to eat. The creeping vines, like our Tamus, or Black +Bryony, are Yams, <a name="citation313c"></a><a href="#footnote313c">{313c}</a>—best +of all roots.</p> +<p>The branching broad-leaved canes, with strange white flowers, is +Arrowroot. <a name="citation313d"></a><a href="#footnote313d">{313d}</a> +The tall mallow-like shrub, with large pale yellowish-white flowers, +Cotton. The huge grass with beads on it <a name="citation313e"></a><a href="#footnote313e">{313e}</a> +is covered with the Job’s tears, which are precious in children’s +eyes, and will be used as beads for necklaces. The castor-oil +plants, and the maize—that last always beautiful—are of +course well known. The arrow leaves, three feet long, on stalks +three feet high, like gigantic Arums, are Tanias, <a name="citation313f"></a><a href="#footnote313f">{313f}</a> +whose roots are excellent. The plot of creeping convolvulus-like +plants, with purple flowers, is the Sweet, or true, Potato. <a name="citation313g"></a><a href="#footnote313g">{313g}</a></p> +<p>And we must not overlook the French Physic-nut, <a name="citation313h"></a><a href="#footnote313h">{313h}</a> +with its hemp like leaves, and a little bunch of red coral in the midst, +with which the Negro loves to adorn his garden, and uses it also as +medicine; or the Indian Shot, <a name="citation313i"></a><a href="#footnote313i">{313i}</a> +which may be seen planted out now in summer gardens in England. +The Negro grows it, not for its pretty crimson flowers, but because +its hard seed put into a bladder furnishes him with that detestable +musical instrument the chac-chac, wherewith he accompanies nightly that +equally detestable instrument the tom-tom.</p> +<p>The list of vegetables is already long: but there are a few more +to be added to it. For there, in a corner, creep some plants of +the Earth-nut, <a name="citation314a"></a><a href="#footnote314a">{314a}</a> +a little vetch which buries its pods in the earth. The owner will +roast and eat their oily seeds. There is also a tall bunch of +Ochro <a name="citation314b"></a><a href="#footnote314b">{314b}</a>—a +purple-stemmed mallow-flowered plant—whose mucilaginous seeds +will thicken his soup. Up a tree, and round the house-eaves, scramble +a large coarse Pumpkin, and a more delicate Granadilla, <a name="citation314c"></a><a href="#footnote314c">{314c}</a> +whose large yellow fruits hang ready to be plucked, and eaten principally +for a few seeds of the shape and colour of young cockroaches. +If he be a prudent man (especially if he lives in Jamaica), he will +have a plant of the pretty Overlook pea, <a name="citation314d"></a><a href="#footnote314d">{314d}</a> +trailing aloft somewhere, to prevent his garden being ‘overlooked,’ +<i>i.e</i>. bewitched by an evil eye, in case the Obeah-bottle which +hangs from the Mango-tree, charged with toad and spider, dirty water, +and so forth, has no terrors for his secret enemy. He will have +a Libidibi <a name="citation314e"></a><a href="#footnote314e">{314e}</a> +tree, too, for astringent medicine; and his hedge will be composed, +if he be a man of taste—as he often seems to be—of Hibiscus +bushes, whose magnificent crimson flowers contrast with the bright yellow +bunches of the common Cassia, and the scarlet flowers of the Jumby-bead +bush, <a name="citation314f"></a><a href="#footnote314f">{314f}</a> +and blue and white and pink Convolvuluses. The sulphur and purple +Neerembergia of our hothouses, which is here one mass of flower at Christmas, +and the creeping Crab’s-eye Vine, <a name="citation314g"></a><a href="#footnote314g">{314g}</a> +will scramble over the fence; while, as a finish to his little Paradise, +he will have planted at each of its four corners an upright Dragon’s-blood +<a name="citation314h"></a><a href="#footnote314h">{314h}</a> bush, +whose violet and red leaves bedeck our dinner-tables in winter; and +are here used, from their unlikeness to any other plant in the island, +to mark boundaries.</p> +<p>I have not dared—for fear of prolixity—to make this catalogue +as complete as I could have done. But it must be remembered that, +over and above all this, every hedge and wood furnishes wild fruit more +or less eatable; the high forests plenty of oily seeds, in which the +tropic man delights; and woods, forests, and fields medicinal plants +uncounted. ‘There is more medicine in the bush, and better, +than in all the shops in Port of Spain,’ said a wise medical man +to me; and to the Exhibition of 1862 Mr. M’Clintock alone contributed, +from British Guiana, one hundred and forty species of barks used as +medicine by the Indians. There is therefore no fear that the tropical +small farmer should suffer, either from want, or from monotony of food; +and equally small fear lest, when his children have eaten themselves +sick—as they are likely to do if, like the Negro children, they +are eating all day long—he should be unable to find something +in the hedge which will set them all right again.</p> +<p>At the amount of food which a man can get off this little patch I +dare not guess. Well says Humboldt, that an European lately arrived +in the torrid zone is struck with nothing so much as the extreme smallness +of the spots under cultivation round a cabin which contains a numerous +family. The plantains alone ought, according to Humboldt, to give +one hundred and thirty-three times as much food as the same space of +ground sown with wheat, and forty-four times as much as if it grew potatoes. +True, the plantain is by no means as nourishing as wheat: which reduces +the actual difference between their value per acre to twenty-five to +one. But under his plantains he can grow other vegetables. +He has no winter, and therefore some crop or other is always coming +forward. From whence it comes, that, as I just hinted, his wife +and children seem to have always something to eat in their mouths, if +it be only the berries and nuts which abound in every hedge and wood. +Neither dare I guess at the profit which he might make, and I hope will +some day make, out of his land, if he would cultivate somewhat more +for exportation, and not merely for home consumption. If any one +wishes to know more on this matter, let him consult the catalogue of +contributions from British Guiana to the London Exhibition of 1862; +especially the pages from lix. to lxviii. on the starch-producing plants +of the West Indies.</p> +<p>Beyond the facts which I have given as to the plantain, I have no +statistics of the amount of produce which is usually raised on a West +Indian provision ground. Nor would any be of use; for a glance +shows that the limit of production has not been nearly reached. +Were the fork used instead of the hoe; were the weeds kept down; were +the manure returned to the soil, instead of festering about everywhere +in sun and rain: in a word, were even as much done for the land as an +English labourer does for his garden; still more, if as much were done +for it as for a suburban market-garden, the produce might be doubled +or trebled, and that without exhausting the soil.</p> +<p>The West Indian peasant can, if he will, carry ‘la petite Culture’ +to a perfection and a wealth which it has not yet attained even in China, +Japan, and Hindostan, and make every rood of ground not merely maintain +its man, but its civilised man. This, however, will require a +skill and a thoughtfulness which the Negro does not as yet possess. +If he ever had them, he lost them under slavery, from the brutalising +effects of a rough and unscientific ‘grande culture’; and +it will need several generations of training ere he recovers them. +Garden-tillage and spade-farming are not learnt in a day, especially +when they depend—as they always must in temperate climates—for +their main profit on some article which requires skilled labour to prepare +it for the market—on flax, for instance, silk, wine, or fruits. +An average English labourer, I fear, if put in possession of half a +dozen acres of land, would fare as badly as the poor Chartists who, +some twenty years ago, joined in Feargus O’Connor’s land +scheme, unless he knew half a dozen ways of eking out a livelihood which +even our squatters around Windsor and the New Forest are, alas! forgetting, +under the money-making and man-unmaking influences of the ‘division +of labour.’ He is vanishing fast, the old bee-keeping, apple-growing, +basket-making, copse-cutting, many-counselled Ulysses of our youth, +as handy as a sailor: and we know too well what he leaves behind him; +grandchildren better fed, better clothed, better taught than he, but +his inferiors in intellect and in manhood, because—whatever they +may be taught—they cannot be taught by schooling to use their +fingers and their wits. I fear, therefore, that the average English +labourer would not prosper here. He has not stamina enough for +the hard work of the sugar plantation. He has not wit and handiness +enough for the more delicate work of a little spade-farm: and he would +sink, as the Negro seems inclined to sink, into a mere grower of food +for himself; or take to drink—as too many of the white immigrants +to certain West Indian colonies did thirty years ago—and burn +the life out of himself with new rum. The Hindoo immigrant, on +the other hand, has been trained by long ages to a somewhat scientific +agriculture, and civilised into the want of many luxuries for which +the Negro cares nothing; and it is to him that we must look, I think, +for a ‘petite culture’ which will do justice to the inexhaustible +wealth of the West Indian soil and climate.</p> +<p>As for the house, which is embowered in the little Paradise which +I have been describing, I am sorry to say that it is, in general, the +merest wooden hut on stilts; the front half altogether open and unwalled; +the back half boarded up to form a single room, a passing glance into +which will not make the stranger wish to enter, if he has any nose, +or any dislike of vermin. The group at the door, meanwhile, will +do anything but invite him to enter; and he will ride on, with something +like a sigh at what man might be, and what he is.</p> +<p>Doubtless, there are great excuses for the inmates. A house +in this climate is only needed for a sleeping or lounging place. +The cooking is carried on between a few stones in the garden; the washing +at the neighbouring brook. No store rooms are needed, where there +is no winter, and everything grows fresh and fresh, save the salt-fish, +which can be easily kept—and I understand usually is kept—underneath +the bed. As for separate bedrooms for boys and girls, and all +those decencies and moralities for which those who build model cottages +strive, and with good cause—of such things none dream. But +it is not so very long ago that the British Isles were not perfect in +such matters; some think that they are not quite perfect yet. +So we will take the beam out of our own eye, before we try to take the +mote from the Negro’s. The latter, however, no man can do. +For the Negro, being a freeholder and the owner of his own cottage, +must take the mote out of his own eye, having no landlord to build cottages +for him; in the meanwhile, however, the less said about his lodging +the better.</p> +<p>In the villages, however, in Maraval, for instance, you see houses +of a far better stamp, belonging, I believe, to coloured people employed +in trades; long and low wooden buildings with jalousies instead of windows—for +no glass is needed here; divided into rooms, and smart with paint, which +is not as pretty as the native wood. You catch sight as you pass +of prints, usually devotional, on the walls, comfortable furniture, +looking-glasses, and sideboards, and other pleasant signs that a civilisation +of the middle classes is springing up; and springing, to judge from +the number of new houses building everywhere, very rapidly, as befits +a colony whose revenue has risen, since 1855, from £72,300 to +£240,000, beside the local taxation of the wards, some £30,000 +or £40,000 more.</p> +<p>What will be the future of agriculture in the West Indian colonies +I of course dare not guess. The profits of sugar-growing, in spite +of all drawbacks, have been of late very great. They will be greater +still under the improved methods of manufacture which will be employed +now that the sugar duties have been at least rationally reformed by +Mr. Lowe. And therefore, for some time to come, capital will naturally +flow towards sugar-planting; and great sheets of the forest will be, +too probably, ruthlessly and wastefully swept away to make room for +canes. And yet one must ask, regretfully, are there no other cultures +save that of cane which will yield a fair, even an ample, return, to +men of small capital and energetic habits? What of the culture +of bamboo for paper-fibre, of which I have spoken already? It +has been, I understand, taken up successfully in Jamaica, to supply +the United States’ paper market. Why should it not be taken +up in Trinidad? Why should not Plantain-meal <a name="citation318a"></a><a href="#footnote318a">{318a}</a> +be hereafter largely exported for the use of the English working classes? +Why should not Trinidad, and other islands, export fruits—preserved +fruits especially? Surely such a trade might be profitable, if +only a quarter as much care were taken in the West Indies as is taken +in England to improve the varieties by selection and culture; and care +taken also not to spoil the preserves, as now, for the English market, +by swamping them with sugar or sling. Can nothing be done in growing +the oil-producing seeds with which the Tropics abound, and for which +a demand is rising in England, if it be only for use about machinery? +Nothing, too, toward growing drugs for the home market? Nothing +toward using the treasures of gutta-percha which are now wasting in +the Balatas? Above all, can nothing be done to increase the yield +of the cacao-farms, and the quality of Trinidad cacao?</p> +<p>For this latter industry, at least, I have hope. My friend—if +he will allow me to call him so—Mr. John Law has shown what extraordinary +returns may be obtained from improved cacao-growing; at least, so far +to his own satisfaction that he is himself trying the experiment. +He calculates <a name="citation318b"></a><a href="#footnote318b">{318b}</a> +that 200 acres, at a maximum outlay of about 11,000 dollars spread over +six years, and diminishing from that time till the end of the tenth +year, should give, for fifty years after that, a net income of 6800 +dollars; and then ‘the industrious planter may sit down,’ +as I heartily hope Mr. Law will do, ‘and enjoy the fruits of his +labour.’</p> +<p>Mr. Law is of opinion that, to give such a return, the cacao must +be farmed in a very different way from the usual plan; that the trees +must not be left shaded, as now, by Bois Immortelles, sixty to eighty +feet high, during their whole life. The trees, he says with reason, +impoverish the soil by their roots. The shade causes excess of +moisture, chills, weakens and retards the plants; encourages parasitic +moss and insects; and, moreover, is least useful in the very months +in which the sun is hottest, viz. February, March, and April, +which are just the months in which the Bois Immortelles shed their leaves. +He believes that the cacao needs no shade after the third year; and +that, till then, shade would be amply given by plantains and maize set +between the trees, which would, in the very first year, repay the planter +some 6500 dollars on his first outlay of some 8000. It is not +for me to give an opinion upon the correctness of his estimates: but +the past history of Trinidad shows so many failures of the cacao crop, +that even a practically ignorant man may be excused for guessing that +there is something wrong in the old Spanish system; and that with cacao, +as with wheat and every other known crop, improved culture means improved +produce and steadier profits.</p> +<p>As an advocate of ‘petite culture,’ I heartily hope that +such may be the case. I have hinted in these volumes my belief +that exclusive sugar cultivation, on the large scale, has been the bane +of the West Indies.</p> +<p>I went out thither with a somewhat foregone conclusion in that direction. +But it was at least founded on what I believed to be facts. And +it was, certainly, verified by the fresh facts which I saw there. +I returned with a belief stronger than ever, that exclusive sugar cultivation +had put a premium on unskilled slave-labour, to the disadvantage of +skilled white-labour; and to the disadvantage, also, of any attempt +to educate and raise the Negro, whom it was not worth while to civilise, +as long as he was needed merely as an instrument exerting brute strength. +It seems to me, also, that to the exclusive cultivation of sugar is +owing, more than to any other cause, that frightful decrease throughout +the islands of the white population, of which most English people are, +I believe, quite unaware. Do they know, for instance, that Barbadoes +could in Cromwell’s time send three thousand white volunteers, +and St. Kitts and Nevis a thousand, to help in the gallant conquest +of Jamaica? Do they know that in 1676 Barbadoes was reported to +maintain, as against 80,000 black, 70,000 free whites; while in 1851 +the island contained more than 120,000 Negroes and people of colour, +as against only 15,824 whites? That St. Kitts held, even as late +as 1761, 7000 whites; but in 1826—before emancipation—only +1600? Or that little Montserrat, which held, about 1648, 1000 +white families, and had a militia of 360 effective men, held in 1787 +only 1300 whites, in 1828 only 315, and in 1851 only 150?</p> +<p>It will be said that this ugly decrease in the white population is +owing to the unfitness of the climate. I believe it to have been +produced rather by the introduction of sugar cultivation, at which the +white man cannot work. These early settlers had grants of ten +acres apiece; at least in Barbadoes. They grew not only provisions +enough for themselves, but tobacco, cotton, and indigo—products +now all but obliterated out of the British islands. They made +cotton hammocks, and sold them abroad as well as in the island. +They might, had they been wisely educated to perceive and use the natural +wealth around them, have made money out of many other wild products. +But the profits of sugar-growing were so enormous, in spite of their +uncertainty, that, during the greater part of the eighteenth century, +their little freeholds were bought up, and converted into cane-pieces +by their wealthier neighbours, who could afford to buy slaves and sugar-mills. +They sought their fortunes in other lands: and so was exterminated a +race of yeomen, who might have been at this day a source of strength +and honour, not only to the colonies, but to England herself.</p> +<p>It may be that the extermination was not altogether undeserved; that +they were not sufficiently educated or skilful to carry out that ‘petite +culture’ which requires—as I have said already—not +only intellect and practical education, but a hereditary and traditional +experience, such as is possessed by the Belgians, the Piedmontese, and, +above all, by the charming peasantry of Provence and Languedoc, the +fathers (as far as Western Europe is concerned) of all our agriculture. +It may be, too, that as the sugar cultivation increased, they were tempted +more and more, in the old hard drinking days, by the special poison +of the West Indies—new rum, to the destruction both of soul and +body. Be that as it may, their extirpation helped to make inevitable +the vicious system of large estates cultivated by slaves; a system which +is judged by its own results; for it was ruinate before emancipation; +and emancipation only gave the <i>coup de gràce</i>. The +‘Latifundia perdidere’ the Antilles, as they did Italy of +old. The vicious system brought its own Nemesis. The ruin +of the West Indies at the end of the great French war was principally +owing to that exclusive cultivation of the cane, which forced the planter +to depend on a single article of produce, and left him embarrassed every +time prices fell suddenly, or the canes failed from drought or hurricane. +We all know what would be thought of an European farmer who thus staked +his capital on one venture. ‘He is a bad farmer,’ +says the proverb, ‘who does not stand on four legs, and, if he +can, on five.’ If his wheat fails, he has his barley—if +his barley, he has his sheep—if his sheep, he has his fatting +oxen. The Provencal, the model farmer, can retreat on his almonds +if his mulberries fail; on his olives, if his vines fail; on his maize, +if his wheat fails. The West Indian might have had—the Cuban +has—his tobacco; his indigo too; his coffee, or—as in Trinidad—his +cacao and his arrowroot; and half a dozen crops more: indeed, had his +intellect—and he had intellect in plenty—been diverted from +the fatal fixed idea of making money as fast as possible by sugar, he +might have ere now discovered in America, or imported from the East, +plants for cultivation far more valuable than that Bread-fruit tree, +of which such high hopes were once entertained, as a food for the Negro. +As it was, his very green crops were neglected, till, in some islands +at least, he could not feed his cattle and mules with certainty; while +the sugar-cane, to which everything else had been sacrificed, proved +sometimes, indeed, a valuable servant: but too often a tyrannous and +capricious master.</p> +<p>But those days are past; and better ones have dawned, with better +education, and a wider knowledge of the world and of science. +What West Indians have to learn—some of them have learnt it already—is +that if they can compete with other countries only by improved and more +scientific cultivation and manufacture, as they themselves confess, +then they can carry out the new methods only by more skilful labour. +They therefore require now, as they never required before, to give the +labouring classes a practical education; to quicken their intellect, +and to teach them habits of self-dependent and originative action, which +are—as in the case of the Prussian soldier, and of the English +sailor and railway servant—perfectly compatible with strict discipline. +Let them take warning from the English manufacturing system, which condemns +a human intellect to waste itself in perpetually heading pins, or opening +and shutting trap-doors, and punishes itself by producing a class of +workpeople who alternate between reckless comfort and moody discontent. +Let them be sure that they will help rather than injure the labour-market +of the colony, by making the labourer also a small free-holding peasant. +He will learn more in his own provision ground—properly tilled—than +he will in the cane-piece: and he will take to the cane-piece and use +for his employer the self-helpfulness which he has learnt in the provision +ground. It is so in England. Our best agricultural day-labourers +are, without exception, those who cultivate some scrap of ground, or +follow some petty occupation, which prevents their depending entirely +on wage-labour. And so I believe it will be in the West Indies. +Let the land-policy of the late Governor be followed up. Let squatting +be rigidly forbidden. Let no man hold possession of land without +having earned, or inherited, money enough to purchase it, as a guarantee +of his ability and respectability, or—as in the case of Coolies +past their indenture’s—as a commutation for rights which +he has earned in likewise. But let the coloured man of every race +be encouraged to become a landholder and a producer in his own small +way. He will thus, not only by what he produces, but by what he +consumes, add largely to the wealth of the colony; while his increased +wants, and those of his children, till they too can purchase land, will +draw him and his sons and daughters to the sugar-estates, as intelligent +and helpful day-labourers.</p> +<p>So it may be: and I cannot but trust, from what I have seen of the +temper of the gentlemen of Trinidad, that so it will be.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII (AND LAST): HOMEWARD BOUND</h2> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>At last we were homeward bound. We had been seven weeks in +the island. We had promised to be back in England, if possible, +within the three months; and we had a certain pride in keeping our promise, +not only for its own sake, but for the sake of the dear West Indies. +We wished to show those at home how easy it was to get there; how easy +to get home again. Moreover, though going to sea in the <i>Shannon</i> +was not quite the same ‘as going to sea in a sieve,’ our +stay-at-home friends were of the same mind as those of the dear little +Jumblies, whom Mr. Lear has made immortal in his <i>New Book of Nonsense</i>; +and we were bound to come back as soon as possible, and not ‘in +twenty years or more,’ if we wished them to say—</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p> ‘If we live,<br />We too will go to sea in +a sieve,<br />To the Hills of the Chankly bore.’</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines1"><br /></div> +<p>So we left. But it was sore leaving. People had been +very kind; and were ready to be kinder still; while we, busy—perhaps +too busy—over our Natural History collections, had seen very little +of our neighbours; had been able to accept very few of the invitations +which were showered on us, and which would, I doubt not, have given +us opportunities for liking the islanders still more than we liked them +already.</p> +<p>Another cause made our leaving sore to us. The hunger for travel +had been aroused—above all for travel westward—and would +not be satisfied. Up the Orinoco we longed to go: but could not. +To La Guayra and Caraccas we longed to go: but dared not. Thanks +to Spanish Republican barbarism, the only regular communication with +that once magnificent capital of Northern Venezuela was by a filthy +steamer, the <i>Regos Ferreos</i>, which had become, from her very looks, +a byword in the port. On board of her some friends of ours had +lately been glad to sleep in a dog-hutch on deck, to escape the filth +and vermin of the berths; and went hungry for want of decent food. +Caraccas itself was going through one of its periodic revolutions—it +has not got through the fever fit yet—and neither life nor property +was safe.</p> +<p>But the longing to go westward was on us nevertheless. It seemed +hard to turn back after getting so far along the great path of the human +race; and one had to reason with oneself—Foolish soul, whither +would you go? You cannot go westward for ever. If you go +up the Orinoco, you will long to go up the Meta. If you get to +Sta. Fe de Bogota, you will not be content till you cross the Andes +and see Cotopaxi and Chimborazo. When you look down on the Pacific, +you will be craving to go to the Gallapagos, after Darwin; and then +to the Marquesas, after Herman Melville; and then to the Fijis, after +Seeman; and then to Borneo, after Brooke; and then to the Archipelago, +after Wallace; and then to Hindostan, and round the world. And +when you get home, the westward fever will be stronger on you than ever, +and you will crave to start again. Go home at once, like a reasonable +man, and do your duty, and thank God for what you have been allowed +to see; and try to become of the same mind as that most brilliant of +old ladies, who boasted that she had not been abroad since she saw the +Apotheosis of Voltaire, before the French Revolution; and did not care +to go, as long as all manner of clever people were kind enough to go +instead, and write charming books about what they had seen for her.</p> +<p>But the westward fever was slow to cool: and with wistful eyes we +watched the sun by day, and Venus and the moon by night, sink down into +the gulf, to lighten lands which we should never see. A few days +more, and we were steaming out to the Bocas—which we had begun +to love as the gates of a new home—heaped with presents to the +last minute, some of them from persons we hardly knew. Behind +us Port of Spain sank into haze: before us Monos rose, tall, dark, and +grim—if Monos could be grim—in moonless night. We +ran on, and past the island; this time we were going, not through the +Boca de Monos, but through the next, the Umbrella Bocas. It was +too dark to see houses, palm-trees, aught but the ragged outline of +the hills against the northern sky, and beneath, sparks of light in +sheltered coves, some of which were already, to one of us, well-beloved +nooks. There was the great gulf of the Boca de Monos. There +was Morrison’s—our good Scotch host of seven weeks since; +and the glasses were turned on it, to see, if possible, through the +dusk, the almond-tree and the coco-grove for the last time. Ah, +well—When we next meet, what will he be, and where? And +where the handsome Creole wife, and the little brown. Cupid who +danced all naked in the log canoe, till the white gentlemen, swimming +round, upset him; and canoe, and boy, and men rolled and splashed about +like a shoal of seals at play, beneath the cliff with the Seguines and +Cereuses; while the ripple lapped the Moriche-nuts about the roots of +the Manchineel bush, and the skippers leaped and flashed outside, like +silver splinters? And here, where we steamed along, was the very +spot where we had seen the shark’s back-fin when we rowed back +from the first Guacharo cave. And it was all over.</p> +<p>We are such stuff as dreams are made of. And as in a dream, +or rather as part of a dream, and myself a phantom and a play-actor, +I looked out over the side, and saw on the right the black Avails of +Monos, on the left the black walls of Huevos—a gate even grander, +though not as narrow, as that of Monos; and the Umbrella Rock, capped +with Matapalo and Cactus, and night-blowing Cereus, dim in the dusk. +And now we were outside. The roar of the surf, the tumble of the +sea, the rush of the trade-wind, told us that at once. Out in +the great sea, with Grenada, and kind friends in it, ahead; not to be +seen or reached till morning light. But we looked astern and not +ahead. We could see into and through the gap in Huevos, through +which we had tried to reach the Guacharo cave. Inside that notch +in the cliffs must be the wooded bay, whence we picked up the shells +among the fallen leaves and flowers. From under that dark wall +beyond it the Guacharos must be just trooping out for their nightly +forage, as they had trooped out since—He alone who made them knows +how long. The outline of Huevos, the outline of Monos, were growing +lower and grayer astern. A long ragged haze, far loftier than +that on the starboard quarter, signified the Northern Mountains; and +far off on the port quarter lay a flat bank of cloud, amid which rose, +or seemed to rise, the Cordillera of the Main, and the hills where jaguars +lie. Canopus blazed high astern, and Fomalhaut below him to the +west, as if bidding us a kind farewell. Orion and Aldebaran spangled +the zenith. The young moon lay on her back in the far west, thin +and pale, over Cumana and the Cordillera, with Venus, ragged and red +with earth mist, just beneath. And low ahead, with the pointers +horizontal, glimmered the cold pole-star, for which we were steering, +out of the summer into the winter once more. We grew chill as +we looked at him; and shuddered, it may be, cowered for a moment, at +the thought of ‘Niflheim,’ the home of frosts and fogs, +towards which we were bound.</p> +<p>However, we were not yet out of the Tropics. We had still nearly +a fortnight before us in which to feel sure there was a sun in heaven; +a fortnight more of the ‘warm champagne’ atmosphere which +was giving fresh life and health to us both. And up the islands +we went, wiser, but not sadder, than when we went down them; casting +wistful eyes, though, to windward, for there away—and scarcely +out of sight—lay Tobago, to which we had a most kind invitation; +and gladly would we have looked at that beautiful and fertile little +spot, and have pictured to ourselves Robinson Crusoe and Man Friday +pacing along the coral beach in one of its little southern coves. +More wistfully still did we look to windward when we thought of Barbadoes, +and of the kind people who were ready to welcome us into that prosperous +and civilised little cane-garden, which deserves—and has deserved +for now two hundred years, far more than poor old Ireland—the +name of ‘The Emerald Gem of the Western World.’</p> +<p>But it could not be. A few hours at Grenada, and a few hours +at St. Lucia, were all the stoppages possible to us. The steamer +only passes once a fortnight, and it is necessary to spend that time +on each island which is visited, unless the traveller commits himself—which +he cannot well do if he has a lady with him—to the chances and +changes of coasting schooners. More frequent and easy intercommunication +is needed throughout the Antilles. The good people, whether white +or coloured, need to see more of each other, and more of visitors from +home. Whether a small weekly steamer between the islands would +pay in money, I know not. That it would pay morally and socially, +I am sure. Perhaps, when the telegraph is laid down along the +islands, the need of more steamers will be felt and supplied.</p> +<p>Very pleasant was the run up to St. Thomas’s, not merely on +account of the scenery, but because we had once more—contrary +to our expectation—the most agreeable of captains. His French +cultivation—he had been brought up in Provence—joined to +brilliant natural talents, had made him as good a talker as he doubtless +is a sailor; and the charm of his conversation, about all matters on +earth, and some above the earth, will not be soon forgotten by those +who went up with him to St. Thomas’s, and left him there with +regret.</p> +<p>We transhipped to the <i>Neva</i>, Captain Woolward—to whom +I must tender my thanks, as I do to Captain Bax, of the <i>Shannon</i>, +for all kinds of civility. We slept a night in the harbour, the +town having just then a clean bill of health; and were very glad to +find ourselves, during the next few days, none the worse for having +done so. On remarking, the first evening, that I did not smell +the harbour after all, I was comforted by the answer that—‘When +a man did, he had better go below and make his will.’ It +is a pity that the most important harbour in the Caribbean Sea should +be so unhealthy. No doubt it offers advantages for traffic which +can be found nowhere else: and there the steamers must continue to assemble, +yellow fever or none. But why should not an hotel be built for +the passengers in some healthy and airy spot outside the basin—on +the south slope of Water Island, for instance, or on Buck Island—where +they might land at once, and sleep in pure fresh air and sea-breeze? +The establishment of such an hotel would surely, when once known, attract +to the West Indies many travellers to whom St. Thomas’s is now +as much a name of fear as Colon or the Panama.</p> +<p>We left St. Thomas’s by a different track from that by which +we came to it. We ran northward up the magnificent land-locked +channel between Tortola and Virgin Gorda, to pass to leeward of Virgin +Gorda and Anegada, and so northward toward the Gulf Stream.</p> +<p>This channel has borne the name of Drake, I presume, ever since the +year 1575. For in the account of that fatal, though successful +voyage, which cost the lives both of Sir John Hawkins, who died off +Porto Rico, and Sir Francis Drake, who died off Porto Bello, where Hosier +and the greater part of the crews of a noble British fleet perished +a hundred and fifty years afterward, it is written in Hakluyt how—after +running up N. and N.W. past Saba—the fleet ‘stood away S.W., +and on the 8th of November, being a Saturday, we came to an anker some +7 or 8 leagues off among certain broken Ilands called Las Virgines, +which have bene accounted dangerous: but we found there a very good +rode, had it bene for a thousand sails of ships in 7 & 8 fadomes, +fine sand, good ankorage, high Ilands on either side, but no fresh water +that we could find: here is much fish to be taken with nets and hookes: +also we stayed on shore and fowled. Here Sir John Hawkins was +extreme sick’ (he died within ten days), ‘which his sickness +began upon newes of the taking of the <i>Francis</i>’ (his stern-most +vessel). ‘The 18th day wee weied and stood north and by +east into a lesser sound, which Sir Francis in his barge discovered +the night before; and ankored in 13 fadomes, having hie steepe hiles +on either side, some league distant from our first riding.</p> +<p>‘The 12 in the morning we weied and set sayle into the Sea +due south through a small streit but without danger’—possibly +the very gap in which the <i>Rhone’s</i> wreck now lies—‘and +then stode west and by north for S. Juan de Puerto Rico.’</p> +<p>This northerly course is, plainly, the most advantageous for a homeward-bound +ship, as it strikes the Gulf Stream soonest, and keeps in it longest. +Conversely, the southerly route by the Azores is best for outward-bound +ships; as it escapes most of the Gulf Stream, and traverses the still +Sargasso Sea, and even the extremity of the westward equatorial current.</p> +<p>Strange as these Virgin Isles had looked when seen from the south, +outside, and at the distance of a few miles, they looked still more +strange when we were fairly threading our way between them, sometimes +not a rifle-shot from the cliffs, with the white coral banks gleaming +under our keel. Had they ever carried a tropic vegetation? +Had the hills of Tortola and Virgin Gorda, in shape and size much like +those which surround a sea-loch in the Western Islands, ever been furred +with forests like those of Guadaloupe or St. Lucia? The loftier +were now mere mounds of almost barren earth; the lower were often, like +‘Fallen Jerusalem,’ mere long earthless moles, as of minute +Cyclopean masonry. But what had destroyed their vegetation, if +it ever existed? Were they not, too, the mere remnants of a submerged +and destroyed land, connected now only by the coral shoals? So +it seemed to us, as we ran out past the magnificent harbour at the back +of Virgin Gorda, where, in the old war times, the merchantmen of all +the West Indies used to collect, to be conveyed homeward by the naval +squadron, and across a shallow sea white with coral beds. We passed +to leeward of the island, or rather reef, of Anegada, so low that it +could only be discerned, at a few miles’ distance, by the breaking +surf and a few bushes; and then plunged, as it were, suddenly out of +shallow white water into deep azure ocean. An upheaval of only +forty fathoms would, I believe, join all these islands to each other, +and to the great mountain island of Porto Rico to the west. The +same upheaval would connect with each other Anguilla, St. Martin, and +St. Bartholomew, to the east. But Santa Cruz, though so near St. +Thomas’s, and the Virgin Gordas to the south, would still be parted +from them by a gulf nearly two thousand fathoms deep—a gulf which +marks still, probably, the separation of two ancient continents, or +at least two archipelagoes.</p> +<p>Much light has been thrown on this curious problem since our return, +by an American naturalist, Mr. Bland, in a paper read before the American +Philosophical Society, on ‘The Geology and Physical Geography +of the West Indies, with reference to the distribution of Mollusca.’ +It is plain that of all animals, land-shells and reptiles give the surest +tokens of any former connection of islands, being neither able to swim +nor fly from one to another, and very unlikely to be carried by birds +or currents. Judging, therefore, as he has a right to do, by the +similarity of the land-shells, Mr. Bland is of opinion that Porto Rico, +the Virgins, and the Anguilla group once formed continuous dry land, +connected with Cuba, the Bahamas, and Hayti; and that their shell-fauna +is of a Mexican and Central American type. The shell-fauna of +the islands to the south, on the contrary, from Barbuda and St. Kitts +down to Trinidad, is South American: but of two types, one Venezuelan, +the other Guianan. It seems, from Mr. Bland’s researches, +that there must have existed once not merely an extension of the North +American Continent south-eastward, but that very extension of the South +American Continent northward, at which I have hinted more than once +in these pages. Moreover—a fact which I certainly did not +expect—the western side of this supposed land, namely, Trinidad, +Tobago, Grenada, the Grenadines, St. Vincent, and St. Lucia, have, as +far as land-shells are concerned, a Venezuelan fauna; while the eastern +side of it, namely, Barbadoes, Martinique, Dominica, Guadaloupe, Antigua, +etc., have, most strangely, the fauna of Guiana.</p> +<p>If this be so, a glance at the map will show the vast destruction +of tropic land during almost the very latest geological epoch; and show, +too, how little, in the present imperfect state of our knowledge, we +ought to dare any speculations as to the absence of man, as well as +of other creatures, on those great lands now destroyed. For, to +supply the dry land which Mr. Bland’s theory needs, we shall have +to conceive a junction, reaching over at least five degrees of latitude, +between the north of British Guiana and Barbadoes; and may freely indulge +in the dream that the waters of the Orinoco, when they ran over the +lowlands of Trinidad, passed east of Tobago; then northward between +Barbadoes and St. Lucia; then turned westward between the latter island +and Martinique; and that the mighty estuary formed—for a great +part at least of that line—the original barrier which kept the +land-shells of Venezuela apart from those of Guiana. A ‘stretch +of the imagination,’ doubtless: but no greater stretch than will +be required by any explanation of the facts whatsoever.</p> +<p>And so, thanking Mr. Bland heartily for his valuable contribution +to the infant science of Bio-Geology—I take leave, in these pages +at least, of the Earthly Paradise.</p> +<p>Our run homeward was quite as successful as our run out. The +magnificent <i>Neva</i>, her captain and her officers, were what these +Royal Mail steamers and their crews are—without, I believe, an +exception—all that we could wish. Our passengers, certainly, +were neither so numerous nor so agreeable as when going out; and the +most notable personage among them was a keen-eyed, strong-jawed little +Corsican, who had been lately hired—so ran his story—by +the coloured insurgents of Hayti, to put down the President—<i>alias</i> +(as usual in such Republics) Tyrant—Salnave.</p> +<p>He seemed, by his own account, to have done his work effectually. +Seven thousand lives were lost in the attack on Salnave’s quarters +in Port au Prince. Whole families were bayonetted, to save the +trouble of judging and shooting them. Women were not spared: and—if +all that I have heard of Hayti be true—some of them did not deserve +to be spared. The noble old French buildings of the city were +ruined—the Corsican said, not by his artillery, but by Salnave’s. +He had slain Salnave himself; and was now going back to France to claim +his rights as a French citizen, carrying with him Salnave’s sword, +which was wrapped in a newspaper, save when taken out to be brandished +on the main deck. One could not but be interested in the valiant +adventurer. He seemed a man such as Red Republics and Revolutions +breed, and need; very capable of doing rough work, and not likely to +be hampered by scruples as to the manner of doing it. If he is, +as I take for granted, busy in France just now, he will leave his mark +behind.</p> +<p>The voyage, however, seemed likely to be a dull one; and to relieve +the monotony, a wild-beast show was determined on, ere the weather grew +too cold. So one day all the new curiosities were brought on deck +at noon; and if some great zoologist had been on board, he would have +found materials in our show for more than one interesting lecture. +The doctor contributed an Alligator, some two feet six inches long; +another officer, a curiously-marked Ant-eater—of a species unknown +to me. It was common, he said, in the Isthmus of Panama; and seemed +the most foolish and helpless of beasts. As no ants were procurable, +it was fed on raw yolk of egg, which it contrived to suck in with its +long tongue—not enough, however, to keep it alive during the voyage.</p> +<p>The chief engineer exhibited a live ‘Tarantula,’ or bird-catching +spider, who was very safely barred into its box with strips of iron, +as a bite from it is rather worse than that of an English adder.</p> +<p>We showed a Vulturine Parrot and a Kinkajou. The Kinkajou, +by the by, got loose one night, and displayed his natural inclination +by instantly catching a rat, and dancing between decks with it in his +mouth: but was so tame withal, that he let the stewardess stroke him +in passing. The good lady mistook him for a cat; and when she +discovered next morning that she had been handling a ‘loose wild +beast,’ her horror was as great as her thankfulness for the supposed +escape. In curious contrast to the natural tameness of the Kinkajou +was the natural untameness of a beautiful little Night-Monkey, belonging +to the purser. Its great owl’s eyes were instinct with nothing +but abject terror of everybody and everything; and it was a miracle +that ere the voyage was over it did not die of mere fright. How +is it, <i>en passant</i>, that some animals are naturally fearless and +tamable, others not; and that even in the same family? Among the +South American monkeys the Howlers are untamable; the Sapajous less +so; while the Spider Monkeys are instinctively gentle and fond of man: +as may be seen in the case of the very fine Marimonda (<i>Ateles Beelzebub</i>) +now dying, I fear, in the Zoological Gardens at Bristol.</p> +<p>As we got into colder latitudes, we began to lose our pets. +The Ant-eater departed first: then the doctor, who kept his alligator +in a tub on his cabin floor, was awoke by doleful wails, as of a babe. +Being pretty sure that there was not likely to be one on board, and +certainly not in his cabin, he naturally struck a light, and discovered +the alligator, who had never uttered a sound before, outside his tub +on the floor, bewailing bitterly his fate. Whether he ‘wept +crocodile tears’ besides, the doctor could not discover; but it +was at least clear, that if swans sing before they die, alligators do +so likewise: for the poor thing was dead next morning.</p> +<p>It was time, after this, to stow the pets warm between decks, and +as near the galley-fires as they could be put. For now, as we +neared the ‘roaring forties,’ there fell on us a gale from +the north-west, and would not cease.</p> +<p>The wind was, of course, right abeam; the sea soon ran very high. +The <i>Neva</i>, being a long screw, was lively enough, and too lively; +for she soon showed a chronic inclination to roll, and that suddenly, +by fits and starts. The fiddles were on the tables for nearly +a week: but they did not prevent more than one of us finding his dinner +suddenly in his lap instead of his stomach. However, no one was +hurt, nor even frightened: save two poor ladies—not from Trinidad—who +spent their doleful days and nights in screaming, telling their beads, +drinking weak brandy-and-water, and informing the hunted stewardess +that if they had known what horrors they were about to endure, they +would have gone to Europe in—a sailing vessel. The foreigners—who +are usually, I know not why, bad sailors—soon vanished to their +berths: so did the ladies: even those who were not ill jammed themselves +into their berths, and lay there, for fear of falls and bruises; while +the Englishmen and a coloured man or two—the coloured men usually +stand the sea well—had the deck all to themselves; and slopped +about, holding on, and longing for a monkey’s tail; but on the +whole rather liking it.</p> +<p>For, after all, it is a glorious pastime to find oneself in a real +gale of wind, in a big ship, with not a rock to run against within a +thousand miles. One seems in such danger; and one is so safe. +And gradually the sense of security grows, and grows into a sense of +victory, as with the boy who fears his first fence, plucks up heart +for the second, is rather pleased at the third, and craves for the triumph +of the fourth and of all the rest, sorry at last when the run is over. +And when a man—not being sea-sick—has once discovered that +the apparent heel of the ship in rolling is at least four times less +than it looks, and that she will jump upright again in a quarter of +a minute like a fisher’s float; has learnt to get his trunk out +from under his berth, and put it back again, by jamming his forehead +against the berth-side and his heels against the ship’s wall; +has learnt—if he sleep aft—to sleep through the firing of +the screw, though it does shake all the marrow in his backbone; and +has, above all, made a solemn vow to shave and bathe every morning, +let the ship be as lively as she will: then he will find a full gale +a finer tonic, and a finer stirrer of wholesome appetite, than all the +drugs of Apothecaries’ Hall.</p> +<p>This particular gale, however, began to get a little too strong. +We had a sail or two set to steady the ship: on the second night one +split with a crack like a cannon; and was tied up in an instant, cordage +and strips, into inextricable knots.</p> +<p>The next night I was woke by a slap which shook the <i>Neva</i> from +stem to stern, and made her stagger and writhe like a live thing struck +across the loins. Then a dull rush of water which there was no +mistaking. We had shipped a green sea. Well, I could not +bale it out again; and there was plenty of room for it on board. +So, after ascertaining that R--- was not frightened, I went back to +my berth and slept again, somewhat wondering that the roll of the screw +was all but silent.</p> +<p>Next morning we found that a sea had walked in over the bridge, breaking +it, and washing off it the first officer and the look-out man—luckily +they fell into a sail and not overboard; put out the galley-fires, so +that we got a cold breakfast; and eased the ship; for the shock turned +the indicator in the engine-room to ‘Ease her.’ The +engineer, thinking that the captain had given the order, obeyed it. +The captain turned out into the wet to know who had eased his ship, +and then returned to bed, wisely remarking, that the ship knew her own +business best; and as she had chosen to ease the engines herself, eased +she should be, his orders being ‘not to prosecute a voyage so +as to endanger the lives of the passengers or the property of the Company.’</p> +<p>So we went on easily for sixteen hours, the wise captain judging—and +his judgment proved true—that the centre of the storm was crossing +our course ahead; and that if we waited, it would pass us. So, +as he expected, we came after a day or two into an almost windless sea, +where smooth mountainous waves, the relics of the storm, were weltering +aimlessly up and down under a dark sad sky.</p> +<p>Soon we began to sight ship after ship, and found ourselves on the +great south-western high-road of the Atlantic; and found ourselves, +too, nearing Niflheim day by day. Colder and colder grew the wind, +lower the sun, darker the cloud-world overhead; and we went on deck +each morning, with some additional garment on, sorely against our wills. +Only on the very day on which we sighted land, we had one of those treacherously +beautiful days which occur, now and then, in an English February, mild, +still, and shining, if not with keen joyful blaze, at least with a cheerful +and tender gleam from sea and sky.</p> +<p>The Land’s End was visible at a great distance; and as we neared +the Lizard, we could see not only the lighthouses on the Cliff, and +every well-known cove and rock from Mullion and Kynance round to St. +Keverne, but far inland likewise. Breage Church, and the great +tin-works of Wheal Vor, stood out hard against the sky. We could +see up the Looe Pool to Helston Church, and away beyond it, till we +fancied that we could almost discern, across the isthmus, the sacred +hill of Carnbrea.</p> +<p>Along the Cornish shore we ran, through a sea swarming with sails: +an exciting contrast to the loneliness of the wide ocean which we had +left—and so on to Plymouth Sound.</p> +<p>The last time I had been on that water, I was looking up in awe at +Sir Edward Codrington’s fleet just home from the battle of Navarino. +Even then, as a mere boy, I was struck by the grand symmetry of that +ample basin: the break water—then unfinished—lying across +the centre; the heights of Bovisand and Cawsand, and those again of +Mount Batten and Mount Edgecumbe, left and right; the citadel and the +Hoe across the bottom of the Sound, the southern sun full on their walls, +with the twin harbours and their forests of masts, winding away into +dim distance on each side; and behind all and above all, the purple +range of Dartmoor, with the black rain-clouds crawling along its top. +And now, after nearly forty years, the place looked to me even more +grand than my recollections had pictured it. The newer fortifications +have added to the moral effect of the scene, without taking away from +its physical beauty: and I heard without surprise—though not without +pride—the foreigners express their admiration of this, their first +specimen of an English port.</p> +<p>We steamed away again, after landing our letters, close past the +dear old Mewstone. The warrener’s hut stood on it still: +and I wondered whether the old he-goat, who used to terrify me as a +boy, had left any long-bearded descendants. Then under the Revelstoke +and Bolt Head cliffs, with just one flying glance up into the hidden +nooks of delicious little Salcombe, and away south-west into the night, +bound for Cherbourg, and a very different scene.</p> +<p>We were awakened soon after midnight by the stopping of the steamer. +Then a gun. After awhile another; and presently a third: but there +was no reply, though our coming had been telegraphed from England; and +for nearly six hours we lay in the heart of the most important French +arsenal, with all our mails and passengers waiting to get ashore; and +nobody deigning to notice us. True, we could do no harm there: +but our delay, and other things which happened, were proofs—and +I was told not uncommon ones—of that carelessness, unreadiness, +and general indiscipline of French arrangements, which has helped to +bring about, since then, an utter ruin.</p> +<p>As the day dawned through fog, we went on deck to find the ship lying +inside a long breakwater bristling with cannon, which looked formidable +enough: but the whole thing, I was told, was useless against modern +artillery and ironclads: and there was more than one jest on board as +to the possibility of running the Channel Squadron across, and smashing +Cherbourg in a single night, unless the French learnt to keep a better +look-out in time of war than they did in time of peace.</p> +<p>Just inside us lay two or three ironclads; strong and ugly: untidy, +too, to a degree shocking to English eyes. All sorts of odds and +ends were hanging over the side, and about the rigging; the yards were +not properly squared, and so forth; till—as old sailors would +say—the ships had no more decency about them than so many collier-brigs.</p> +<p>Beyond them were arsenals, docks, fortifications, of which of course +we could not judge; and backing all, a cliff, some two hundred feet +high, much quarried for building-stone. An ugly place it is to +look at; and, I should think, an ugly place to get into, with the wind +anywhere between N.W. and N.E.; an artificial and expensive luxury, +built originally as a mere menace to England, in days when France, which +has had too long a moral mission to right some one, thought of fighting +us, who only wished to live in peace with our neighbours. Alas! +alas! ‘Tu l’a voulu, George Dandin.’ She +has fought at last: but not us.</p> +<p>Out of Cherbourg we steamed again, sulky enough; for the delay would +cause us to get home on the Sunday evening instead of the Sunday morning; +and ran northward for the Needles. With what joy we saw at last +the white wall of the island glooming dim ahead. With what joy +we first discerned that huge outline of a visage on Freshwater Cliff, +so well known to sailors, which, as the eye catches it in one direction, +is a ridiculous caricature; in another, really noble, and even beautiful. +With what joy did we round the old Needles, and run past Hurst Castle; +and with what shivering, too. For the wind, though dead south, +came to us as a continental wind, harsh and keen from off the frozen +land of France, and chilled us to the very marrow all the way up to +Southampton.</p> +<p>But there were warm hearts and kind faces waiting us on the quay, +and good news too. The gentlemen at the Custom-house courteously +declined the least inspection of our luggage; and we were at once away +in the train home. At first, I must confess, an English winter +was a change for the worse. Fine old oaks and beeches looked to +us, fresh from ceibas and balatas, like leafless brooms stuck into the +ground by their handles; while the want of light was for some days painful +and depressing But we had done it; and within the three months, as we +promised. As the king in the old play says, ‘What has been, +has been, and I’ve had my hour.’ At last we had seen +it; and we could not unsee it. We could not not have been in the +Tropics.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines2"><br /><br /></div> +<p>Footnotes:</p> +<p><a name="footnote4"></a><a href="#citation4">{4}</a> Raleigh’s +<i>Report of the Truth of the Fight about the Iles of Azores</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote8"></a><a href="#citation8">{8}</a> <i>Chiroteuthi</i> +and <i>Onychoteuthi.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote15a"></a><a href="#citation15a">{15a}</a> +<i>Cocoloba uvifera.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote15b"></a><a href="#citation15b">{15b}</a> +<i>Plumieria.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote25a"></a><a href="#citation25a">{25a}</a> +<i>Anona squamosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote25b"></a><a href="#citation25b">{25b}</a> +<i>A. muricata.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote25c"></a><a href="#citation25c">{25c}</a> +<i>A. chierimolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote25d"></a><a href="#citation25d">{25d}</a> +<i>A. reticulata.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote26a"></a><a href="#citation26a">{26a}</a> +<i>Persea gratissima.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote26b"></a><a href="#citation26b">{26b}</a> +<i>Dioscorea</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote26c"></a><a href="#citation26c">{26c}</a> +<i>Colocasia esculcuta.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote27a"></a><a href="#citation27a">{27a}</a> +Dr. Davy’s <i>West Indies.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote27b"></a><a href="#citation27b">{27b}</a> +An account of the Souffrière of Montserrat is given by Dr. Nugent, +Geological Society’s <i>Transactions</i>, vol. i., 1811.</p> +<p><a name="footnote28"></a><a href="#citation28">{28}</a> For what +is known of these, consult Dr. Nugent’s ‘Memoir on the Geology +of Antigua,’ <i>Transactions</i> of Geological Society, vol. v., +1821. See also Humboldt, <i>Personal Narrative</i>, book v. cap. +14.</p> +<p><a name="footnote33"></a><a href="#citation33">{33}</a> <i>Acrocomia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote36"></a><a href="#citation36">{36}</a> <i>Naval +Chronicles</i>, vol. xii. p. 206.</p> +<p><a name="footnote38"></a><a href="#citation38">{38}</a> <i>Craspedocephalus +lanceolatus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote40"></a><a href="#citation40">{40}</a> <i>Coluber +variabilis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote43a"></a><a href="#citation43a">{43a}</a> +Breen’s <i>St. Lucia</i>, p. 295.</p> +<p><a name="footnote43b"></a><a href="#citation43b">{43b}</a> +<i>Personal Narrative</i>, book v. cap. 14.</p> +<p><a name="footnote44"></a><a href="#citation44">{44}</a> Dr. +Davy.</p> +<p><a name="footnote52a"></a><a href="#citation52a">{52a}</a> +<i>Ipomæa Horsfallii.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote52b"></a><a href="#citation52b">{52b}</a> +<i>Spondias lutea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote58"></a><a href="#citation58">{58}</a> <i>Desmoncus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote65"></a><a href="#citation65">{65}</a> M. +Joseph, <i>History of Trinidad</i>, from which most of these facts are +taken.</p> +<p><a name="footnote74"></a><a href="#citation74">{74}</a> <i>Clitoria +Ternatea</i>; which should be in all our hothouses.</p> +<p><a name="footnote77"></a><a href="#citation77">{77}</a> <i>Peperomia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote78a"></a><a href="#citation78a">{78a}</a> +<i>Sabal</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote78b"></a><a href="#citation78b">{78b}</a> +<i>Poinziana.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote78c"></a><a href="#citation78c">{78c}</a> +<i>Pandanus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote78d"></a><a href="#citation78d">{78d}</a> +<i>Tecoma</i> (<i>serratifolia</i>?)</p> +<p><a name="footnote78e"></a><a href="#citation78e">{78e}</a> +<i>Panicum jumentorum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote79a"></a><a href="#citation79a">{79a}</a> +<i>Cecropia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote79b"></a><a href="#citation79b">{79b}</a> +<i>Andira inermis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote79c"></a><a href="#citation79c">{79c}</a> +<i>Acrocomia sclerocarpa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote79d"></a><a href="#citation79d">{79d}</a> +<i>Eriodendron anfractuosum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote81a"></a><a href="#citation81a">{81a}</a> +<i>Heliconia Caribæa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote81b"></a><a href="#citation81b">{81b}</a> +<i>Lygodium venustum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote81c"></a><a href="#citation81c">{81c}</a> +<i>Inga Saman</i>; ‘Caraccas tree.’</p> +<p><a name="footnote81d"></a><a href="#citation81d">{81d}</a> +<i>Hura crepitans.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote81e"></a><a href="#citation81e">{81e}</a> +<i>Erythrina umbrosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote82a"></a><a href="#citation82a">{82a}</a> +<i>Caryota.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote82b"></a><a href="#citation82b">{82b}</a> +<i>Maximiliana.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote83a"></a><a href="#citation83a">{83a}</a> +<i>Philodendron.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote83b"></a><a href="#citation83b">{83b}</a> +<i>Calamus Rotangi</i>, from the East Indies.</p> +<p><a name="footnote83c"></a><a href="#citation83c">{83c}</a> +<i>Garcinia Mangostana</i>, from Malacca. The really luscious +and famous variety has not yet fruited in Trinidad.</p> +<p><a name="footnote84"></a><a href="#citation84">{84}</a> <i>Thevetia +nerriifolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote85a"></a><a href="#citation85a">{85a}</a> +<i>Clusia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote85b"></a><a href="#citation85b">{85b}</a> +<i>Brownea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote85c"></a><a href="#citation85c">{85c}</a> +<i>Xylocopa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote87a"></a><a href="#citation87a">{87a}</a> +<i>Cathartes Urubu.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote87b"></a><a href="#citation87b">{87b}</a> +<i>Crotophaga Ani.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote87c"></a><a href="#citation87c">{87c}</a> +<i>Lanius Pitanga.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote87d"></a><a href="#citation87d">{87d}</a> +<i>Troglodytes Eudon.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote88"></a><a href="#citation88">{88}</a> <i>Ateles</i> +(undescribed species).</p> +<p><a name="footnote89"></a><a href="#citation89">{89}</a> Alas +for Spider! She came to the Zoological Gardens last summer, only +to die pitifully.</p> +<p><a name="footnote90"></a><a href="#citation90">{90}</a> <i>Cebus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote91a"></a><a href="#citation91a">{91a}</a> +<i>Cercoleptes.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote91b"></a><a href="#citation91b">{91b}</a> +<i>Myrmecophaga Didactyla</i>. I owe to the pencil of a gifted +lady this sketch of the animal in repose, which is as perfect as it +is, I believe, unique.</p> +<p><a name="footnote91c"></a><a href="#citation91c">{91c}</a> +<i>Synetheres.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote93a"></a><a href="#citation93a">{93a}</a> +<i>Helias Eurypyga.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote93b"></a><a href="#citation93b">{93b}</a> +Stedman’s <i>Surinam</i>, vol. i. p. 118. What a genius +was Stedman. What an eye and what a pen he had for all natural +objects. His denunciations of the brutalities of old Dutch slavery +are full of genuine eloquence and of sound sense likewise; and the loves +of Stedman and his brown Joanna are one of the sweetest idylls in the +English tongue.</p> +<p><a name="footnote93c"></a><a href="#citation93c">{93c}</a> +<i>Penelope</i> (?)<i>.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote93d"></a><a href="#citation93d">{93d}</a> +<i>Crax.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote95a"></a><a href="#citation95a">{95a}</a> +<i>Philodendron.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote95b"></a><a href="#citation95b">{95b}</a> +<i>Bromelia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote102"></a><a href="#citation102">{102}</a> +<i>Alosa Bishopi.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote103a"></a><a href="#citation103a">{103a}</a> +<i>Tetraodon.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote103b"></a><a href="#citation103b">{103b}</a> +<i>Anthurium Huegelii</i>?—Grisebach, <i>Flora of the West Indies.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote104"></a><a href="#citation104">{104}</a> +<i>Terminalia Catappa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote106"></a><a href="#citation106">{106}</a> +<i>Pitcairnia</i>?</p> +<p><a name="footnote107"></a><a href="#citation107">{107}</a> +<i>Hippomane Mancinella.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote110"></a><a href="#citation110">{110}</a> +<i>Thalassia testudinum</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote111a"></a><a href="#citation111a">{111a}</a> +<i>Cephaloptera.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote111b"></a><a href="#citation111b">{111b}</a> +<i>Steatornis Caripensis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote115a"></a><a href="#citation115a">{115a}</a> +<i>Gynerium saccharoides.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote115b"></a><a href="#citation115b">{115b}</a> +<i>Xanthosoma</i>; a huge plant like our Arums, with an edible root.</p> +<p><a name="footnote115c"></a><a href="#citation115c">{115c}</a> +<i>Costus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote115d"></a><a href="#citation115d">{115d}</a> +<i>Heliconia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote115e"></a><a href="#citation115e">{115e}</a> +<i>Bactris.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote116a"></a><a href="#citation116a">{116a}</a> +<i>Mimusops Balala,</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote116b"></a><a href="#citation116b">{116b}</a> +Probably <i>Thrinax radiata</i> (Grisebach, p. 515).</p> +<p><a name="footnote117"></a><a href="#citation117">{117}</a> +<i>Geological Survey of Trinidad.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote118a"></a><a href="#citation118a">{118a}</a> +<i>Jacquinia armillaris.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote118b"></a><a href="#citation118b">{118b}</a> +<i>Combretum</i> (<i>laxifolium</i>?).</p> +<p><a name="footnote120a"></a><a href="#citation120a">{120a}</a> +<i>Eperua falcata.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote120b"></a><a href="#citation120b">{120b}</a> +<i>Posoqueria.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote120c"></a><a href="#citation120c">{120c}</a> +<i>Carolinea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote122a"></a><a href="#citation122a">{122a}</a> +<i>Ardea leucogaster.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote122b"></a><a href="#citation122b">{122b}</a> +<i>Anableps tetropthalmus</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote124"></a><a href="#citation124">{124}</a> +<i>Oreodoxa oleracea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote126"></a><a href="#citation126">{126}</a> +<i>Erythrina umbrosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote127"></a><a href="#citation127">{127}</a> +<i>Spigelia anthelmia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote129a"></a><a href="#citation129a">{129a}</a> +<i>Carludovica.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote129b"></a><a href="#citation129b">{129b}</a> +<i>Maximiliama Caribæa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote129c"></a><a href="#citation129c">{129c}</a> +<i>Schella excisa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote131a"></a><a href="#citation131a">{131a}</a> +<i>Mycetes.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote131b"></a><a href="#citation131b">{131b}</a> +<i>Cebus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote131c"></a><a href="#citation131c">{131c}</a> +<i>Tillandsia</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote131d"></a><a href="#citation131d">{131d}</a> +<i>Philodendron</i>, <i>Anthurium</i>, etc.</p> +<p><a name="footnote132"></a><a href="#citation132">{132}</a> +It may be a true vine, <i>Vitis Caribæa</i>, or <i>Cissus Sicyoides</i> +(I owe the names of these water-vines, as I do numberless facts and +courtesies, to my friend Mr. Prestoe, of the Botanic Gardens, Port of +Spain); or, again, a Cinchonaceous plant, allied to the Quinine trees, +<i>Uncaria</i>, <i>Guianensis</i>; or possibly something else; for the +botanic treasures of these forests are yet unexhausted, in spite of +the labours of Krueger, Lockhart, Purdie, and De Schach.</p> +<p><a name="footnote133a"></a><a href="#citation133a">{133a}</a> +<i>Philodendron.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133b"></a><a href="#citation133b">{133b}</a> +<i>Philodendron lacerum</i>. A noble plant.</p> +<p><a name="footnote133c"></a><a href="#citation133c">{133c}</a> +<i>Monstera pertusa</i>; a still nobler one: which may be seen, with +<i>Philodendrons</i>, in great beauty at Kew.</p> +<p><a name="footnote133d"></a><a href="#citation133d">{133d}</a> +<i>Lygodium.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133e"></a><a href="#citation133e">{133e}</a> +(-----------?).</p> +<p><a name="footnote133f"></a><a href="#citation133f">{133f}</a> +To know more of them, the reader should consult Dr. Krueger’s +list of woods sent from Trinidad to the Exhibition of 1862; or look +at the collection itself (now at Kew), which was made by that excellent +forester—if he will allow me to name him—Sylvester Devenish, +Esquire, Crown Surveyor.</p> +<p><a name="footnote133g"></a><a href="#citation133g">{133g}</a> +<i>Vitex.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133h"></a><a href="#citation133h">{133h}</a> +<i>Carapa Guianensis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133i"></a><a href="#citation133i">{133i}</a> +<i>Cedrela.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133j"></a><a href="#citation133j">{133j}</a> +<i>Machærium.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133k"></a><a href="#citation133k">{133k}</a> +<i>Hymenæa Courbaril.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133l"></a><a href="#citation133l">{133l}</a> +<i>Tecoma serratifolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133m"></a><a href="#citation133m">{133m}</a> +<i>Lecythis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133n"></a><a href="#citation133n">{133n}</a> +<i>Bucida.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133o"></a><a href="#citation133o">{133o}</a> +<i>Brosimum Aubletii.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote133p"></a><a href="#citation133p">{133p}</a> +<i>Guaiacum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote134a"></a><a href="#citation134a">{134a}</a> +<i>Copaifera.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote134b"></a><a href="#citation134b">{134b}</a> +<i>Eriodendron.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote134c"></a><a href="#citation134c">{134c}</a> +<i>Hura crepitans.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote134d"></a><a href="#citation134d">{134d}</a> +<i>Mimusops Balata.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137a"></a><a href="#citation137a">{137a}</a> +<i>Bactris.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137b"></a><a href="#citation137b">{137b}</a> +<i>Euterpe oleracea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137c"></a><a href="#citation137c">{137c}</a> +<i>Croton gossypifolium.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137d"></a><a href="#citation137d">{137d}</a> +<i>Moronobea coccinea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137e"></a><a href="#citation137e">{137e}</a> +<i>Norantea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote137f"></a><a href="#citation137f">{137f}</a> +<i>Spondias lutea</i> (Hog-plum).</p> +<p><a name="footnote138a"></a><a href="#citation138a">{138a}</a> +<i>Desmoncus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote138b"></a><a href="#citation138b">{138b}</a> +<i>Heliconia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote138c"></a><a href="#citation138c">{138c}</a> +<i>Spathiphyllum canufolium.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote138d"></a><a href="#citation138d">{138d}</a> +<i>Galbula.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote139a"></a><a href="#citation139a">{139a}</a> +<i>Dieffenbachia</i>, of which varieties are not now uncommon in hothouses.</p> +<p><a name="footnote139b"></a><a href="#citation139b">{139b}</a> +<i>Xanthosoma.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote139c"></a><a href="#citation139c">{139c}</a> +<i>Calathea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote139d"></a><a href="#citation139d">{139d}</a> +<i>Pentaclethra filamentosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote139e"></a><a href="#citation139e">{139e}</a> +<i>Brownea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote140a"></a><a href="#citation140a">{140a}</a> +<i>Sabal.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote140b"></a><a href="#citation140b">{140b}</a> +<i>Ficus salicifolia</i>?</p> +<p><a name="footnote145"></a><a href="#citation145">{145}</a> +Quoted from Codazzi, by Messrs. Wall and Sawkins, in an Appendix on +Asphalt Deposits, an excellent monograph which first pointed out, as +far as I am aware, the fact that asphalt, at least at the surface, is +found almost exclusively in the warmer parts of the globe.</p> +<p><a name="footnote148a"></a><a href="#citation148a">{148a}</a> +<i>Blechnum serrulatum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote148b"></a><a href="#citation148b">{148b}</a> +<i>Geological Survey of Trinidad</i>; Appendix G, on Asphaltic Deposits.</p> +<p><a name="footnote149"></a><a href="#citation149">{149}</a> +<i>Mauritia flexuosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote150"></a><a href="#citation150">{150}</a> +<i>American Journal of Science</i>, Sept. 1855.</p> +<p><a name="footnote152"></a><a href="#citation152">{152}</a> +<i>Chrysobalanus Pellocarpus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote154"></a><a href="#citation154">{154}</a> +<i>Mauritia flexuosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote155"></a><a href="#citation155">{155}</a> +See Mr. Helps’ <i>Spanish Conquest in America</i>, vol. ii. p. +10.</p> +<p><a name="footnote157"></a><a href="#citation157">{157}</a> +<i>Jambosa Malaccensis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote158"></a><a href="#citation158">{158}</a> +<i>Oiketicus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote159"></a><a href="#citation159">{159}</a> +<i>Phytelephas macrocarpa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote160"></a><a href="#citation160">{160}</a> +Humboldt, <i>Personal Narrative</i>, vol. v. pp. 728, 729, of Helen +Maria Williams’s Translation.</p> +<p><a name="footnote161a"></a><a href="#citation161a">{161a}</a> +<i>Costus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote161b"></a><a href="#citation161b">{161b}</a> +<i>Scleria latifolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote161c"></a><a href="#citation161c">{161c}</a> +<i>Panicum divaricatum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote162a"></a><a href="#citation162a">{162a}</a> +<i>Scleria flagellum</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote162b"></a><a href="#citation162b">{162b}</a> +<i>Echites symphytocarpa</i> (?).</p> +<p><a name="footnote164"></a><a href="#citation164">{164}</a> +<i>Ochroma.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote170"></a><a href="#citation170">{170}</a> +Pronounced like the Spanish noun Daga.</p> +<p><a name="footnote172"></a><a href="#citation172">{172}</a> +See Bryan Edwards on the character of the African Negroes; also Chanvelon’s +<i>Histoire de la Martinique.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote175"></a><a href="#citation175">{175}</a> +This man, who was a friend of Dâaga’s, owed his life to +a solitary act of humanity on the part of the chief of this wild tragedy. +A musket was levelled at him, when Dâaga pushed it aside, and +said, ‘Not this man.’</p> +<p><a name="footnote176a"></a><a href="#citation176a">{176a}</a> +People will smile at the simplicity of those savages; but it should +be recollected that civilised convicts were lately in the constant habit +of attempting to escape from New South Wales in order to walk to China.</p> +<p><a name="footnote176b"></a><a href="#citation176b">{176b}</a> +I had this anecdote from one of his countrymen, an old Paupau soldier, +who said he did not join the mutiny.</p> +<p><a name="footnote179"></a><a href="#citation179">{179}</a> +One of his countrymen explained to me what Dâaga said on this +occasion—viz., ‘The curse of Holloloo on white men. +Do they think that Dâaga fears to fix his eyeballs on death?’</p> +<p><a name="footnote184"></a><a href="#citation184">{184}</a> +<i>Sabal.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote186"></a><a href="#citation186">{186}</a> +<i>Panicum sp.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote187a"></a><a href="#citation187a">{187a}</a> +<i>Inga.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote187b"></a><a href="#citation187b">{187b}</a> +<i>Ficus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote192"></a><a href="#citation192">{192}</a> +<i>Æchmæa Augusta.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote194a"></a><a href="#citation194a">{194a}</a> +<i>Dicoteles</i> (Peccary hog).</p> +<p><a name="footnote194b"></a><a href="#citation194b">{194b}</a> +<i>Cælogenys paca.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote195"></a><a href="#citation195">{195}</a> +Dr. Davy (<i>West Indies</i>, art. ‘Trinidad’).</p> +<p><a name="footnote202a"></a><a href="#citation202a">{202a}</a> +<i>Maximiliana Caribæa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote202b"></a><a href="#citation202b">{202b}</a> +<i>M. regia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote204"></a><a href="#citation204">{204}</a> +I quote mostly from a report of my friend Mr. Robert Mitchell, who, +almost alone, did this good work, and who has, since my departure, been +sent to Demerara to assist at the investigation into the alleged ill-usage +of the Coolie immigrants there. No more just or experienced public +servant could have been employed on such an errand.</p> +<p><a name="footnote209"></a><a href="#citation209">{209}</a> +<i>Cassicus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote216"></a><a href="#citation216">{216}</a> +<i>Asclepias curassavica.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote218a"></a><a href="#citation218a">{218a}</a> +<i>Hydrocyon.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote218b"></a><a href="#citation218b">{218b}</a> +<i>Serrasalmo.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote218c"></a><a href="#citation218c">{218c}</a> +<i>Spathiphyllum cannifolium.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote219a"></a><a href="#citation219a">{219a}</a> +<i>Pothomorphe.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote219b"></a><a href="#citation219b">{219b}</a> +<i>Enckea</i> and <i>Artanthe</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote221"></a><a href="#citation221">{221}</a> +<i>Ischnosiphon.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote224"></a><a href="#citation224">{224}</a> +<i>Pithecolobium</i> (?).</p> +<p><a name="footnote226"></a><a href="#citation226">{226}</a> +<i>Paritium</i> and <i>Thespesia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote227"></a><a href="#citation227">{227}</a> +<i>Couroupita Guiainensis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote228"></a><a href="#citation228">{228}</a> +<i>Personal Narrative</i>, vol. v. p. 537.</p> +<p><a name="footnote229"></a><a href="#citation229">{229}</a> +<i>Lecythis Ollaris</i>, etc.</p> +<p><a name="footnote230"></a><a href="#citation230">{230}</a> +<i>Çaryocar butyrosum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote233"></a><a href="#citation233">{233}</a> +<i>Manicaria.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote245"></a><a href="#citation245">{245}</a> +<i>Pteris podophylla.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote246"></a><a href="#citation246">{246}</a> +<i>Jessenia</i>.</p> +<p><a name="footnote247"></a><a href="#citation247">{247}</a> +<i>Gulielma speciosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote248a"></a><a href="#citation248a">{248a}</a> +<i>Aspects of Nature</i>, vol. ii. p. 272.</p> +<p><a name="footnote248b"></a><a href="#citation248b">{248b}</a> +<i>Synetheres.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote249a"></a><a href="#citation249a">{249a}</a> +<i>Carolinea insignis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote249b"></a><a href="#citation249b">{249b}</a> +<i>Montrichardia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote256a"></a><a href="#citation256a">{256a}</a> +<i>Manicaria.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote257a"></a><a href="#citation257a">{257a}</a> +Schleiden’s <i>Plant: a Biography</i>. End of Lecture xi.</p> +<p><a name="footnote259a"></a><a href="#citation259a">{259a}</a> +<i>Curatella Americana.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote259b"></a><a href="#citation259b">{259b}</a> +<i>Rhopala.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote259c"></a><a href="#citation259c">{259c}</a> +<i>Utricularia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote260a"></a><a href="#citation260a">{260a}</a> +<i>Drosera longifolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote260b"></a><a href="#citation260b">{260b}</a> +<i>Personal Narrative</i>, vol. iv. p. 336 of H. M. Williams’s +translation.</p> +<p><a name="footnote262"></a><a href="#citation262">{262}</a> +<i>Personal Narrative</i>, vol. v. p. 725.</p> +<p><a name="footnote265"></a><a href="#citation265">{265}</a> +<i>Carapa Guianensis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote266a"></a><a href="#citation266a">{266a}</a> +<i>Feuillea cordifolia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote266b"></a><a href="#citation266b">{266b}</a> +<i>Nectandra Rodiæi.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote266c"></a><a href="#citation266c">{266c}</a> +<i>Manna.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote268"></a><a href="#citation268">{268}</a> +<i>Trigonocephalus Jararaca.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote270"></a><a href="#citation270">{270}</a> +<i>Canavalia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote274a"></a><a href="#citation274a">{274a}</a> +<i>Trigonia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote274b"></a><a href="#citation274b">{274b}</a> +<i>Tellina rosea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote274c"></a><a href="#citation274c">{274c}</a> +<i>Xiphogorgia setacea</i> (Milne-Edwards).</p> +<p><a name="footnote274d"></a><a href="#citation274d">{274d}</a> +<i>Cytherea Dione.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote274e"></a><a href="#citation274e">{274e}</a> +<i>Mactrella alata.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote277a"></a><a href="#citation277a">{277a}</a> +Boa-constrictor.</p> +<p><a name="footnote277b"></a><a href="#citation277b">{277b}</a> +<i>Eunec urnus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote278"></a><a href="#citation278">{278}</a> +<i>Ardea Garzetta.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote282a"></a><a href="#citation282a">{282a}</a> +<i>Mycetes ursinus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote282b"></a><a href="#citation282b">{282b}</a> +<i>Penelope.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote282c"></a><a href="#citation282c">{282c}</a> +<i>Myrmecophaga tridactyla.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote282d"></a><a href="#citation282d">{282d}</a> +<i>Priodonta gigas.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote288"></a><a href="#citation288">{288}</a> +In 1858 they were computed as—</p> +<p>Roman Catholics . . . 44,576<br />Church of England . . . 16,350<br />Presbyterians +. . . 2,570<br />Baptists . . . 449<br />Independents, etc. . . 239</p> +<p>From <i>Trinidad</i>, <i>its Geography</i>, <i>etc</i>. by L. A. +De Verteuil, M.D.P., a very able and interesting book. I regret +much that its accomplished author resists the solicitations of his friends, +and declines to bring out a fresh edition of one of the most complete +monographs of a colony which I have yet seen.</p> +<p><a name="footnote290"></a><a href="#citation290">{290}</a> +See Mr Keenan’s Report, and other papers, printed by order of +the House of Commons, 10th August 1870.</p> +<p><a name="footnote291"></a><a href="#citation291">{291}</a> +See <i>Papers on the State of Education in Trinidad</i>, p. 137 <i>et +seq.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote297a"></a><a href="#citation297a">{297a}</a> +Mr. Keenan’s Report, pp. 63-67.</p> +<p><a name="footnote297b"></a><a href="#citation297b">{297b}</a> +Dr. De Verteuil’s <i>Trinidad.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311a"></a><a href="#citation311a">{311a}</a> +<i>Lucuma mammosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311b"></a><a href="#citation311b">{311b}</a> +<i>Chrysophyllum cainito.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311c"></a><a href="#citation311c">{311c}</a> +<i>Persea gratassima.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311d"></a><a href="#citation311d">{311d}</a> +<i>Sapota achras.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311e"></a><a href="#citation311e">{311e}</a> +<i>Jambosa malaccensis</i>, and <i>vulgaris.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311f"></a><a href="#citation311f">{311f}</a> +<i>Anona squamosa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311g"></a><a href="#citation311g">{311g}</a> +<i>Psidium Guava.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote311h"></a><a href="#citation311h">{311h}</a> +<i>Musa paradisiaca.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote312a"></a><a href="#citation312a">{312a}</a> +<i>M. sapientum.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote312b"></a><a href="#citation312b">{312b}</a> +I owe these curious facts, and specimens of the seeds, to the courtesy +of Dr. King, of the Bengal Army. The seeds are now in the hands +of Dr. Hooker, at Kew.</p> +<p><a name="footnote313a"></a><a href="#citation313a">{313a}</a> +<i>Janipha Manihot.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313b"></a><a href="#citation313b">{313b}</a> +<i>Cajanus Indicus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313c"></a><a href="#citation313c">{313c}</a> +<i>Dioscorea.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313d"></a><a href="#citation313d">{313d}</a> +<i>Maranta.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313e"></a><a href="#citation313e">{313e}</a> +<i>Coix lacryma.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313f"></a><a href="#citation313f">{313f}</a> +<i>Xanthosoma.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313g"></a><a href="#citation313g">{313g}</a> +<i>Ipomæa Batatas</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313h"></a><a href="#citation313h">{313h}</a> +<i>Jatropha multifida.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote313i"></a><a href="#citation313i">{313i}</a> +<i>Canna.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314a"></a><a href="#citation314a">{314a}</a> +<i>Arachis hypogæa.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314b"></a><a href="#citation314b">{314b}</a> +<i>Abelmoschus esculentus.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314c"></a><a href="#citation314c">{314c}</a> +<i>Passiflora.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314d"></a><a href="#citation314d">{314d}</a> +<i>Canavalia.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314e"></a><a href="#citation314e">{314e}</a> +<i>Libidibia coriacea</i>, now largely imported into Liverpool for tanning.</p> +<p><a name="footnote314f"></a><a href="#citation314f">{314f}</a> +<i>Erythrina corallodendron.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314g"></a><a href="#citation314g">{314g}</a> +<i>Abrus precatorius.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote314h"></a><a href="#citation314h">{314h}</a> +<i>Dracæna terminalis.</i></p> +<p><a name="footnote318a"></a><a href="#citation318a">{318a}</a> +Directions for preparing it may be found in the catalogue of contributions +from British Guiana to the International Exhibition of 1862. Preface, +pp. lix. lxii.</p> +<p><a name="footnote318b"></a><a href="#citation318b">{318b}</a> +‘How to Establish and Cultivate an Estate of One Square Mile in +Cacao:’ a Paper read to the Scientific Association of Trinidad, +1865.</p> +<div class="GutenbergBlankLines3"><br /><br /><br /></div> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AT LAST***</p> +<pre> + + +***** This file should be named 10669-h.htm or 10669-h.zip****** + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +https://www.gutenberg.org/1/0/6/6/10669 + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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