268 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
found a nest containing two coffee-colored eggs. It 
was built right in the center of a great parasite, a 
plant with broad leaves resembling those of the sym- 
plocarpus, attached to the stem of a tree, about four 
feet from the ground. A humming-bird or two dashed 
past us, and falling seeds, as we entered a tract of 
high trees, warned us that there were wood-pigeons 
in the leafy tops above us. All around was strewn a 
sweet fruit, like a yellow plum, called “ penny-apiece,” 
which is much enjoyed by the negroes and by the 
birds and agoutis. 
My friend stooped, pointed to some impressions of 
feet in the moist earth, and whispered, “ Haginamah.” 
They were tracks of the armadillo, though the black 
had designated them by a name unknown to me; it 
had a Carib flavor to it. So I asked him if “ hagina- 
mah” was a name for the armadillo, and he replied 
that it was; “Haginamah and tatou same with arm’- 
dilla, sah.” Here was a discovery — an animal that 
retained its original Carib appellation. 
In Grenada the Caribs once maintained supreme 
control; they were fierce, and a terror to the inhab- 
itants of the continent, upon whose coasts they often 
descended. At the northern end of Grenada is a high 
bluff, descending to the sea in a precipice, over which, 
tradition relates, the last of the Caribs leaped in de- 
spair when pursued by their enemies. The cliff is 
yet known as the Hill of the Leapers—LZe Morne 
des Sauteurs. 
It rejoiced me to find, as I thought, a pure Carib 
name, handed down among the people of an island 
from which the Caribs themselves had been extinct 
a century; but my pleasure was suddenly checked; 
