SOME SUMMER DAYS IN MARTINIQUE. 



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der of cakes pitches a 

 small bench beneath 

 the shade of a ve- 

 randa and offers an 

 assortment not pro- 

 curable on week- 

 days. She drives a 

 good trade in the 

 morning, as the peo- 

 ple return from early 

 mass ; but as the sun 

 gets around in the 

 afternoon she leaves 

 bench and cakes to 

 themselves, covers 

 them with a ragged 

 blanket that has seen 

 unwashed service for 



years, and contentedly sucking a cigar, snoozes 

 quietly in the shade. She has on a white chemise, 

 a man's hat of straw, a black skirt, and a white hand- 

 kerchief bound about her forehead. At three in the 

 afternoon, all go to church. The universal dress is 

 black coat and white pants. Here are a few costumes 

 of the blacks : Black turban, black dress, cut with 

 waist high up under the arms, and black shoes ; an- 

 other in bright colors and green shoes; again another, 

 sans shoes ; one with a parasol; a diminutive darky 

 stalking gravely along with a busk for parasol and 

 feet thrust into yawning shoes. All wear high heels 

 when dressed. Men and women pass and repass with 

 huge bundles nicely balanced upon their heads. 



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