28o CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 



CHAPTER XVII. 



SOME SUMMER DAYS IN MARTINIQUE. 



FROM CRUSOE'S ISLAND, NORTH. — FROWNING CLIFFS. — GOLDEN 

 SANDS. — BIRTH OF A RAINBOW. — ST. PIERRE. — THE VOLCANO. 



— OUR CONSUL. — "OLD FARMER'S ALMANACK," GOOD FOR 

 ANY LATITUDE. — FRENCH BREAKFASTS. — " LONG TOMS." — 

 THE WIDOW AND HER WEED. — PATOIS. — COSTUMES. — GOOD 

 CLARET. — POOR CALICO. — MARKET-WOMEN AND WASHER- 

 WOMEN. — GAUDY GARMENTS. — PROFUSION OF ORNAMENTS. 



— JARDIN DES PLANTES. — THE SHRINE AND THE TRAVELER'S 

 TREE. — CREOLE DUELING-GROUND. — PALM AVENUES. — THE 

 CASCADE. — SAGO AND ARECA PALMS. — THE LAKE. — 

 LAND-SNAILS. — LIZARDS. — TARANTULAS. — THE LANCE-HEAD 

 SNAKE. — VENOMOUS AND VENGEFUL. — THE MOUNTAIN REGION. 



— HOT SPRINGS. — AN EXTINCT VOLCANO. — A HOLY CITY. — 

 SABBATH IN THE COUNTRY. — WARNED OF SNAKES. — HAVE 

 ALLIGATOR BOOTS. — THE HUMBLE SHRINE. — A SHRIEK. — 

 NARROW ESCAPE. — THE CRAFTY SERPENT. 



UP from Tobago, the island of Crusoe's adventures, 

 I sailed, one week in June, for Barbados. Ten 

 weeks of camp-life in that historic island had brought 

 me rich returns, in rare birds and pictures of interest- 

 ing scenes. The captain of a Nova Scotia schooner 

 gave me passage from Barbados to the Isle of Marti- 

 nique, good captain Rudolph, who navigated his vessel 

 so skillfully that we sighted the mountains of Marti- 

 nique on the morning of the second day ; the same 

 mountains I had first looked upon eighteen months 

 previously coming down from the north. 



