TRADITIONAL LORE. 209 
It lias never been my fortune to meet a Scotchman 
on his native heath, and whether he is improved by 
being transplanted to another clime, I cannot tell. 
One thing is indisputable, he could not be more 
generous, more hospitable, more companionable than 
are those rare’ Scotchmen in the West Indies, with 
especial reference to the managers of those estates in 
Carib country. As all the estates were owned by one 
firm, and that firm held that there were no managers 
so skillful and faithful as their own countrymen, 
this part of the island was often alluded to as New 
Caledonia. 
From “ Happy Hill,” accompanied by its manager 
and those of adjoining estates, I cantered, on a borrowed 
pony, down the coast to the Carib settlement. At 
Rabaca is the celebrated “ Dry River” of the eastern 
coast, which is very broad, and often swept by tor- 
rents from the mountains. My friends rode with me 
as far as Overland, a most interesting negro village 
of wattled huts, built in a thick wood of cocoa-palms 
and bread-fruits. Here they left me with friendly 
adieus, and I went on alone. The Soufriére rose 
grandly from out its surrounding forests, and the 
great rock, shaped like a lion couchant, near which 
my cave opened, was sharply cut against the bluest 
of skies. 
The Carib settlement of Sandy Bay is the most 
secluded in the island; it is also the most picturesque ; 
but, as rocks and wooded hills are the principal ele- 
ments of a picturesque landscape, I fancy the Caribs 
isolated here would gladly exchange their portion for 
the more fertile fields near Rabaca. 
An Indian named Rabaca, a pure Carib, one 
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