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lieve, were swept away. Outside the town, but a few 
minutes’ walk along the bluff, lies the cemetery, where 
crosses and quaint tombs mark the last resting-places 
of many poor souls. Beyond, below this place of 
sepulchre, is a depression in the hillside, which, I 
was told, was once a deep ravine, into which were 
cast the bodies of those who died of the plague. So 
rapidly were they stricken down that people enough 
could not be found to bury them, and the living hardly 
sufficed to take away the dead. Finally vessels were 
employed, which, laden with corpses, departed one 
after the other into the offing with their freight of 
death. There was scant ceremony in the carrying 
away of these stricken ones from the place where 
once they had enjoyed life to be given over to the 
dwellers of the deep! For many months the corpses 
strewed the strand, and fish from the sea were ban- 
ished from the tables of the island for a twelvemonth 
after. What is remarkable in this plague is, that it 
extended to the higher and generally healthy mountain 
villages, and killed as ruthlessly as along the heated 
coast. 
The heat in town was intense, and I was glad to 
be allowed to depart for the mountains, after having 
been compelled to wait for my permit to shoot. Every 
one desirous of shooting in these islands is compelled 
to pay ten francs for a permis de chasse, which the 
French official, with characteristic courtesy to a stran- 
ger, gave me without the usual fee. It was a lengthy 
document, exceeding in size my American passport 
from the Secretary of State; and, in the comparison 
of the two papers, each of which affects to describe 
me accurately, there is much food for reflection upon 
