34 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
“ Bon jour, monsieur !” 
I looked up, and saw two brown-skinned maidens. 
One was a little mulattress, about ten years old; the 
other was Marie — light-hearted, sunny Marie — in 
whose veins flowed the blood of three races. The 
blood of the African showed in her wavy hair and full 
lips, and told what was the original stock with which 
that of the Carib was mingled; and that of the jovial 
Frenchman, who had wandered to these wilds years 
and years ago, gave the roundness and suppleness of 
limb, the quick merry eye, the oval cheek, and little 
hands and feet. 
“ Bon jour, Mademoiselle Marie: where are you 
going?” 
* Pour chercher les écrevisse” —To look for cray- 
fish. 
Crayfish! Why, just what I wanted; for I had 
promised one of the professors in Washington to make 
collections of these very animals. I glaficed up through 
a hole in the leafy roof above me and judged it was 
about ten o’clock, unless the sun’s rays were refracted 
in coming through. 
“Have you anything for me to eat, Marie?” 
“Yes, monsieur.” 
“Then I will go with you.” 
“Tt gives.me much /azs¢y, monsieur.” 
“Well, lead the way.” 
Reader, if you look in a work on natural history for 
information regarding the crayfish, you will find it 
there given as a “long-tailed decapod;” and, pur- 
suing the subject still farther, you will see that it is 
also crustacean — a “ decapod crustacean.” And thus 
you might follow the author up to the branch articu- 
