1894.
March 5
Trinidad.
  "At last" we have reached Trinidad. Nearly every one
rose at daybreak and when I came on deck a little
before sunrise the bows of the ship were crowded. The sky
was half filled with fleecy masses of rose and
smoke-colored clouds and the sea was of a peculiar
dark green color unlike that of any water that I
have ever seen before. To the south and west nearly 
as far as the eyes could reach stretched a range 
of densely wooded mountains very unlike the volcanic
peaks that we have seen of late and reminding
me at once of the mountains on the coast of
Maine near Mt. Desert. We could see the opening
of the Dragon's Mouth and beyond with perfect 
distinctiveness, a great mountain mass on the coast
of the mainland of Venezuela. When the sun 
rose and lighted up the mountain sides the
scene was wonderfully beautiful but still at
the distance from which we viewed it there was
almost nothing to suggest that we were in the 
tropics save the soft warm air & the Booby Gannets
and Brown Pelicans that occasionally passed the 
ship or the Frigate Birds swarming high over the
land.
  An hour later we passed through one of the smaller
Bocas into the Gulf of Paria. Chapman showed
me the cove on Monos which Kinglsey describes 
and a cave inhabited by the fish-eating bats as
well as another in which he found about fifty 
Guachero Birds last year. We reached Port of Spain
soon after breakfast.