THE REMOUS 87 
commands all the Bocas; not a vessel can enter the Gulf of 
Paria through any of these four mouths without being seen. 
Monos, Huevos, Chacachacare and Patos are all visible. 
For about half an hour immediately previous to the “re- 
mous,” the tide which has been ebbing furiously becomes 
dead slack, and for that short period of time anglers should 
note, the trolling wire and casting line have every chance of 
success. 
Come with me to the rocks on Pointe Baleine, facing west, 
and watch for the coming “remous’’; it is now g A. M. and 
the third day of the new moon in October; the eastern sun is 
hid behind us, so we shall havea clear view. A gentle north- 
west breeze, just a whisper, is with tiny gusts, intermittently 
covering the surface of the gleaming ocean as with a film 
which those small white winged sloops (Grenada men-of-war 
by their rig, going to Port of Spain market with their fruit 
and vegetables) now emerging from the Monos and Huevos 
Bocas, are taking every advantage of, for they know full well 
that if they do not get through their jaws to the more peace- 
ful expanse of the Gulf of Paria, back they will go in the 
Boca, driven by an irresistible force, perchance to be battered 
in pieces on the Parasol rocks or the towering cliffs of the 
first Boca. The tide is now ebbing with a final rush round 
Pointe Baleine past the Goat-pen, and see that dark line, 
coming from outside Pointe Romaine, Chacachacare—that 
is the rising tide coming from the Boca Grande and whirling 
round the Diamond Rock, with the force of a cataract, to 
meet the other dark line you can now see romping in from 
the Boca de Navios round Point Girod. Hark that dull roar 
gradually swelling as the two currents meet and rush down 
going eastward. The “remous’’ has begun, and here comes 
what is locally called the first thread. A school of “camard 
cavalli” rise near Baleine and perform one of their character- 
istic dances with great enthusiasm for a few seconds, just as 
a four-oared pirogue with a large seine in the stern shoots 
round the corner, having their work cut out to get round 
with the cross currents that are now coming into play. 
Bow and No. 3. are pulling like demons, while No. 2 and 
stroke back water, the cox’n handling the ‘“gouverneur”’ 
