248 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 



Union Island and Cariacou, seemingly near together, 

 with a few water-surrounded peaks between them, 

 are whole chines of ridges. The latter has a well- 

 cultivated appearance, and on some hillsides are 

 houses thickly clustering. Grenada appears a cloud- 

 line when we are off Union Island, and gradually 

 emerges from the haze as we draw nearer, purple in 

 hue, of course, long, but not so high as St. Vincent 

 and the islands north. Canouan, half-way down the 

 Grenadines, appears small and dry, but the white 

 houses gleaming from a hill-top give it a cheerful 

 look. Canouan is principally inhabited by one fam- 

 ily, the descendants of one man, who has success- 

 fully emulated the patriarchs of old in the extent of 

 his family, if not in his domain. 



Many years ago — I don't know just how many — 

 he came to Canouan, bringing slaves, it is said by 

 some, finding there a colony of blacks, it is said 

 by others. At all events, he set himself up as a 

 patriarch, and commenced a church. So successful 

 was this good man, whose name was Snagg, so suc- 

 cessful were his efforts in ameliorating the color and 

 condition of those around him, that the entire chain 

 has felt his influence. This zealous missionary had 

 a brother, an English baronet ; and it is related by 

 those who cruise the Grenadines, that one cannot visit 

 any isle in this archipelago without encountering some 

 brown-skinned descendant of the missionary, who 

 boasts offensively of "my uncle, Sir William Snagg." 



Union Island is black and gloomy from the east, 

 as we coast along, indicating a virgin vegetation and 

 little cultivation. Its sharp, serrated outline, remind- 

 ing one of a line of snow-drills after a heavy mid- 



