Part V 
EASTWARD HO! 
Now the great winds shoreward blow, 
Now the salt tides seaward flow; 
Now the wild white horses play, 
Champ and chafe and toss in spray. 
Matthew A rnold. 
“Go West, young man,”’ was Horace Greeley’s advice to 
the ambitious youth of America. “Go East,” say I to the 
colonist, whether of Creole, European, or American birth, 
for that’s where the dollars lie. They may be in the fat fer- 
tile soils of Manzanilla and Toco, ideal lands for coco and 
rubber, where according to the old time saying, you plant 
a stampee (a small coin now obsolete, that represented 24 
cents), and a doubloon comes up; or in the sandy coast lands 
stretching from Point Galera, the extreme Northeast point, 
to Point Galeota in the Southeast, the natural home of 
those consols of the the East, the coco-nut palms, not for- 
getting the enormous future possibilities in the petroleum 
and other mineral deposits that are now being exploited in 
Guayaguayare and Southern Mayaro. But all these details 
the would-be planter will doubtless find out for himself 
without my officious assistance, so I will plunge at once into 
the heart of things, my object being to demonstrate to tour- 
ists and visitors the natural beauties of the Eastern side of 
the Colony. I say “natural’’ advisedly, for there is noth- 
ing artificial “Band o l’Est” way. Forewarned is fore- 
armed and it may be too natural for sorne people. For 
those who cannot live without the artificial life that now 
obtains in large cities, where every luxury is requisitioned 
for jaded appetites, these notes are not intended, but lovers 
of the simple life with healthy constitutions, can confidently 
take the trips that I have outlined, and will I trust be im- 
