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 Arnold. 



"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 2^ 

 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 I'Est" way. Forewarned is fore- 

 armed and it may be too natural for some 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- 



