170 THE SAVANNA OF ARIPO. 



such gentlemen of the ohl school left in the world, what 

 higher form of true civilization shall we have invented to 

 put in its place? None as yet. All our best civilization, 

 in every class, is derived from that; from the true self- 

 respect which is founded on respect for others. 



From San Josef, I was taken on in the carria!:,^e 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, beauti- 

 fully 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 bye, 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. 



W^ien we arrived, the sun was still so hio-h 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 recognized my trusty 

 old brown cob of the Xorthern ^Mountains, and laid hands 

 on him at once; and away three or four of us went, the 



