272 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
‘the house. We could just see that it was alive with 
monkeys, before they were gone. Between monkeys 
and dogs there is a strong feeling of antipathy; the 
former take pleasure in annoying the latter, and will 
sometimes approach a house, when no one is in sight, 
and sit at a safe distance, “ making faces” at the dog, 
who in turn nearly goes frantic with rage in vain 
attempts to reach them. 
At daylight, guided by a little black boy, I revisited 
the plantain swamp. It was full of gloom, and I sat 
down under atree. Soon a black object descended 
the cliff, and I was about to fire, when my little guide 
whispered that it was only a wild-cat. Light appeared, 
the birds awoke, and the forest was vocal with sounds. 
The tree beneath which I had seated myself was a 
“ mammee-apple,” whose huge bole swelled out above 
me, and gnarled limbs stretched out and up, support- 
ing a dense canopy of leaves, among which hung 
clusters of fruit. This fruit is about as large as an 
orange, has a large stone, a thin rind of yellowish 
flesh, and tough, russet skin. The monkeys had left 
the ground strewn with fruit, which they had bitten in 
mere wantonness, and then thrown away. The many - 
fresh leaves on the ground here also attested their 
recent visit. Behind me was the cliff, below me the 
waving plantains, surrounded by forest so dense as to 
hide the sky. 
A large, brown humming-bird frequently dashed at 
me with a “whoof, whoof,” of its wings, halting in 
air to look at me, then darting off to return for an- 
other look, regarding me with suspicious eyes. Hum- 
ming-birds of the deep woods do not seem to pbe 
familiar with the presence of man, for repeatedly in 
