248 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
Union Island and Cariacou, seemingly near together, 
with a few water-surrounded peaks between them, 
are whole chines of ridges. The latter has a well- 
cultivated appearance, and on some hillsides are 
houses thickly clustering. Grenada appears a cloud- 
line when we are off Union Island, and gradually 
emerges from the haze as we draw nearer, purple in 
hue, of course, long, but not so high as St. Vincent 
and the islands north. Canouan,ehalf-way down the 
Grenadines, appears small and dry, but the white 
houses gleaming from a hill-top give it a cheerful. 
look. Canouan is principally inhabited by one fam- 
ily, the descendants of one man, who has success- 
fully emulated the patriarchs of old in the extent of 
his family, if not in his domain. 
Many years ago—I don't know just how many — 
he came to Canouan, bringing slaves, it is said by 
some, finding there a colony of blacks, it is said 
by others. At all events, he set himself up as a 
patriarch, and commenced a church. So successful 
was this good man, whose name was Snagg, so suc- 
cessful were his efforts in ameliorating the color and 
condition of those around him, that the entire chain 
has felt his influence. This zealous missionary had 
‘a brother, an English baronet; and it is related by 
those who cruise the Grenadines, that one cannot visit 
any isle in this archipelago without encountering some 
brown-skinned descendant of the missionary, who 
boasts offensively of “my uncle, Sir William Snagg.” 
Union Island is.black and gloomy from the east, 
as we coast along, indicating a virgin vegetation and 
little cultivation. Its sharp, serrated outline, remind- 
ing one of a line of snow-drifts after a heavy mid- 
