280 CAMPS IN THE. CARIBBEES. 
CHAPTER XVII. 
SOME SUMMER DAYS IN MARTINIQUE. 
FROM CRUSOE’S ISLAND, NORTH. — FROWNING CLIFFS. — GOLDEN 
SANDS. — BIRTH OF A RAINBOW.—ST. PIERRE. — THE VOLCANO. 
—OUR CONSUL.—“OLD FARMER’S ALMANACK,” GOOD FOR 
ANY LATITUDE. — FRENCH BREAKFASTS. — “LONG TOMS.” — 
THE WIDOW AND HER WEED. — PATOIS. — COSTUMES. — GOOD 
CLARET. — POOR CALICO.—MARKET-WOMEN AND WASHER- 
WOMEN. — GAUDY GARMENTS. — PROFUSION OF ORNAMENTS. 
— JARDIN DES PLANTES. — THE SHRINE AND THE TRAVELER’S 
TREE. — CREOLE DUELING-GROUND. — PALM AVENUES. — THE 
CASCADE. — SAGO AND ARECA PALMS. — THE LAKE, — 
LAND-SNAILS. — LIZARDS. — TARANTULAS. —THE LANCE-HEAD 
SNAKE. VENOMOUS AND VENGEFUL.—THE MOUNTAIN REGION. 
— HOT SPRINGS. — AN EXTINCT VOLCANO. — A HOLY CITY. —- 
SABBATH IN THE COUNTRY.— WARNED OF SNAKES. — HAVE 
ALLIGATOR BOOTS. — THE HUMBLE SHRINE.— A SHRIEK. — 
NARROW ESCAPE. — THE CRAFTY SERPENT. 
TP from Tobago, the island of Crusoe’s adventures, 
I sailed, one week in June, for Barbados. ‘Ten 
weeks of camp-life in that historic island had brought 
me rich returns, in rare birds and pictures of interest- 
ing scenes. The captain of a Nova Scotia schooner 
gave me passage from Barbados to the Isle of Marti- 
nique, good captain Rudolph, who navigated his vessel 
so skillfully that we sighted the mountains of Marti- 
nique on the morning of the second day; the same 
mountains I had first looked upon eighteen months 
previously coming down from the north. 
