32 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
Indian pannier, or basket, with nothing in it but their 
best clothes. When they reach the banks of the last 
stream nearest town they don their finery, and cram 
their unwilling feet into unaccustomed shoes, and then 
limp painfully into the metropolis, conscious that they 
are objects of envy and admiration. 
They are really prettier in the more becoming cos- 
tume of the mountains—a simple dress gathered 
about the hips, reaching to the knees; and men and 
boys handsomer in merely cotton pants, with broad 
breast and muscular arms exposed. I have seen the 
policemen, when in secluded country districts, walk- 
ing with their shoes held carefully under their arm. 
Though improvident of time, these people are very 
careful of their clothing. 
Jean Baptiste came in one day with a bunch of 
“ grives,” or large thrushes, which are excellent eating 
and desirable specimens. At my request he went down 
into the woods and showed me the tree on which, 
morning and afternoon, they could be found feeding. 
It was then noon, and I could not find any; but next 
morning I started out with the intention of bagging a 
few. Heavy showers came down every half-hour, 
but J donned my rubber poncho, and waded on through 
the wet forest, with my gun securely covered.” My 
course lay down the south ravine. On the hill to the 
right was a tall f#guzer tree, the fruit of which is liked 
by the birds. This fruit resembles in shape, size and 
color, a cranberry, and is attached to the twigs in 
clusters of two and three. 
Now, I could have sworn to the exact position of 
that tree; yet, having tramped doggedly through the 
rain for more than half an hour without seeing any 
