I3O CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 



CHAPTER IX. 



A DAY IN THE DEEP WOODS. 



THE BEE-TREE. ENVELOPED IN PLANTS. ASCENDING THE 

 GIANT TREE. SMOKING OUT THE BEES. VEGETABLE ROPES. 



HONEY AD LIBITUM. A BITE. A HOWL. THE BEE- 

 EATERS. CARIB PERVERSITY. SWEET CONTENT. HOW TO 

 DRAW A BEE-LINE. THE PALM TROUGHS. A BAMBOO CUP. 



A STROLL AND AN ALARM. THE CARIB GHOST. TRA- 

 DITIONS. THE MARCH RESUMED. AN ARMY OF CRABS. 

 CRABS THAT MIGRATE. DELICIOUS FOOD. THE MOUNTAIN 

 PEAK. HUNTING THE "DIABLOTIN." IS IT A MYTH? 

 CAUGHT IN A STORM. THE CARIB CASTLE. THE CAPTIVE'S 

 CAVE. VAMPIRES. THE FOREST SPIRIT. 



EARLY the next morning, Coryet departed for the 

 coast, taking with him nothing but his cutlass, 

 his pannier, and a cooked tannier to eat on the way. 

 He left us barely enough provisions for a day, but 

 Meyong reckoned upon finding some wild yams, and 

 shooting birds and agoutis. He went a little way with 

 his beloved friend, and then returned to the ajoupa. 



After the customary coffee had been prepared and 

 brought me, he returned to the fire and proceeded to 

 collect together four or five brands some two feet in 

 length, with blazing ends, and bind them firmly into 

 a flambeau, with tough lianes. Knowing it was un- 

 necessary to question him when he had unrestrained 

 power to do as he pleased in the forest, I watched him 

 as he fastened on his wicker pannier, and lined it with 



