CHAPTER XIIL 



THE COCAL. 



Next day, like the " Young Muleteers of Grenada," a good 

 sons: which often haunted me in those davs, 



" With morning's earliest twinkle 

 Again we are up and gone," 



with two horses, two mules, and a Xegro and a Coolie carry- 

 ing our scanty luggage in Arima baskets : but not without 

 an expression of pity from the ISTegro 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. 

 " All ! you should go Barbados, sa. Dat de country to see. 

 I Barbadian, sa." No doubt. It is very ipiaint, 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 Negros as among any 

 white men he looks down on the Negros, and indeed on 



