130 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. 
ARLY 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 wenta 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 
