344 CAMPS IN THE CARIBBEES. 
outlines of St. Kitts, an island named probably for the 
good giant who bore his lord aloft, rather than for the 
great navigator who discovered it. Farther yet, and 
forty miles out of sight, lies St. Eustatius, where the 
American flag was frst saluted by a foreign power ; 
and a few miles beyond is Saba, a single volcanic 
peak, ending on the north this chain of volcanic 
islands. The Virgin Isles, named for St. Ursula and 
her ten thousand virgins, yet farther lie obscured. 
Nearer is Antigua, but low and dim. The curtains 
of mist again drew together, and I prepared to de- 
scend. 
This mountain was once the home of a bird of ill- 
omen, (described in former pages,) the Dzadlotin, 
or “ Little Devil,” which lived in holes in the rocks, 
and was hunted with dogs by the planters in olden 
time. Its discovery was my principal motive for 
ascending the Soufriére; but I returned without find- 
ing a trace of its existence. Fatigued, and bathed 
in perspiration, I arrived at the hot bath, on the bor- 
ders of the high-woods, and plunged into its limpid 
waters ; but half an hour’s immersion in its tepid cur- 
rent removed every trace of weariness, and I floated 
blissfully until the sinking sun warned me to be on 
the march again. 
Years ago—three hundred and sixty-five — there 
landed upon this island of Guadeloupe, Juan Ponce 
de Leon, noblest and gentlest of all those old con- 
guistadores, fresh from his discovery of Florida. But 
two years previously he had sailed in quest of that 
wonderful fountain of youth, lured on by the tales of 
the Indians of Cuba. And who knows but that he was 
still seeking that fountain of rejuvenescence when he 
