Le ge nds of the Bocas

T rinid a d

A . D . RUSSELL

n d First Puis e Judge, Trinid a and Tobago

An I r r nt oduc tion by Sir John Chanc ello , K. C. M . G

- - Governor and Comm and e r in Chie f of th at Colony, 1 9 1 6- 1 92 1

L OND ON CEC IL PAL MER W C OAKL EY H U E Y TRE T . 1 O S , BL OOMSBUR S E , . . F I R S T ED IT ION 1 9 z 2 C O P Y R I G H T

P rinte d in Gr e a t B rita in R S E Mar h a ls e a oa d Lon n . . I KE I ER o L . d b . L H C td 1 1 s o . y J . J , , , , AUTHOR ’ S PREFACE

HESE n s n — na m a sa r a lege d , i spired y, it y be id c e ted b s n s th t and y the ce e to which ey rela e, with little oral, less written or printed tradition to a ccount for the marv els n a n n s XXI are h they co t i (except Lege d XVII to , which is torical a n at n a s n ) , c me to their recipie t i terv l duri g the course ’ of fif tee n years residence in what is und oubte d l one of the ' s ti s an s in . S suc as M an mo t beau ful i l d the world ome, " " Grosd e nt L os otorros P t and , C , The resby er the Pitch " ' Me n a i s s as D n , c me to him n mirth . Other uch ue des ” ” " v s L a D na as a Mead, The Three Ca e , ivi P tor , A ” M n n k s n a in s . i or i g Vi io , c me to him orrow All al e, however, a s s no a c me of them elve , with little or drudgery of liter ry s n en us ci is an compo itio . To the g i lo , therefore, due merit m a s s e a they y posse s . For their demerit , which doubt ss re n s d i i umerou , the e fic e ncie s of the med um ought to be remem No sum d i nas a n n bered . n g , though the deity h ve e tered . Whe , ns a va tes sa cer s s s i te d of a dry lawyer, some true vi it these hores, as ss h a e nt or ( will doubtle pen, though the Ser forgot to n n it one s n s s n s a s n me tio ) , pri g rom the oil, the h l be ee the fulness of the inspira tion of Trinidad woods and ca ves and

a a s n i as D . w terf ll , a d the amaz ng Boc del rago " s s and The identities of Scribbler, who wrote the ver e , ” n s m a s of Ig otu , who edited them, y afely be left to the a na n im gi tio of the reader .

P t S in or of pa , th Ma 1 2 9 rch, 922 .

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS .

STATUE OF COLUMBUS facin g page 4 COPPER HOLE 8 FIRST BOCA— SIERRA DEL D IAB L O ' T ETERON S Toom ’ HART s CUT GOFFER ' ' CORSAIR S BAY (WINN S BAY) SECOND BOCA TETERON BAY

ENNEGAN L , IN THE FIVE ISLAND S MARACAS (a) Pn' c 11 LAKE (b) PITCH LAKE L A IN BAY C C C T TA , CHA A HA ARE ’ A CACIQUE S GRAVE T HE ROAD TO EL D om o A MOUNTAIN BROOK WHERE TEACH L ANDED HIGH Woons

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D INTRO UCT ION .

E n s n Mr s ss I HAV bee reque ted by my frie d . Ju tice Ru ell to write an introduction to h is v olume Legends of the B " ocas .

a no ualifications a as a Though I h ve q for such t k, I h ve n a n a s h as as o and a s u dert ke it bec u e he ked me to do s , bec u e I ta lge a v ery great interest in everything connected with a Trinid d .

Those who ha ve never visited the tropics cannot visualise the physical beauties of Trinidad with its valleys and clear nn n s a s its n a n an s a s ru i g tre m , with mou t i r ge cl d to their highe t pea ks with luxuriant vegetation and lit by a vertical sun whose fie rc e a s are a s r y tempered by the humidity of the tmo phere . n a an s n n a To the i h bit t of cold grey orther l nds, the climate is n a n s a e erv ti g ; but to tho e who from youth h ve lived there, n a is a a n i a n n Tri id d s cou try where it s ever fter oo .

It is a mis ta ke to believe that the inhabitants of the tropics do not work hard ; but it is true that there is no part of the n s is o s and so a a as in world where idle e s s ea y gree ble the tropics . Few of those who ha ve lived long in them can be ignorant of the temptation to lead a life of dreamy idleness under those ’

n s . In asan s an n a an sun y s kie the ple t i l d of Tri id d, C dide s maxim il fa ut cultiver notre ja rd in does not apply ; for a scratch will make its fertile soil yield all that is necessary a m an s an s for of imple w t .

An English visitor recently addressing a Trinidadian t e a s sa ! a are n posing by the ro d ide, id to him Wh t you doi g " ass n s s 5 No was there, p i g the time, I uppo e , the reply,

am n ass . is not a s No, I letti g the time p me But it bec u e a a is n a a no so f ar as am a a h as th t ttitude ge er l th t one, I w re, o n a n s n a up to n w made a collectio of the loc l lege d of Tri id d . It is because the energies of those who are qualifie d to write r in n s s s an them a e fully occupied developi g the re ource of the I l d , on a a ns n n s of which nearly e h lf still rem i u der virgi fore t . All d n a an a a l a n n and oo Tri id di s, therefore, nd l who h ve k ow loved Mr T n a a a . s ss ri id d owe debt of gr titude to Ju tice Ru ell, than whom Trinidad h as no warmer friend and s ympathetic a s n a n s in s dmirer, for pre ervi g their loc l lege d the picture que d a na a n s n v an im gi tive medium he h s chose for the pre e t olume .

I. R. C.

L ond on,

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D ED ICAT ION

To A CHILD .

' Sing a song of aeons They were on Time s shelf as Some were clear crystal, some were dull as delf

O ne aglow with glory, another dross and dregs — E But in a row they made a show like aster eggs .

Sing a song of childhood Fate was once a child H a - ae s e came choosing on , and to himself he smiled , And turned them in his finge rs and tossed them in the wind s — i l And some he caught , and other not for Fate s b ind .

Sing a song of marvels The aeons found a voice, and And bade their little tyrant be Wise make a choice,

Hear their several stories , spare such as should please

And so, like you, he listened to such tales as these .

l Tales of mighty marve s, of dragons and of deeps n n n Isla ds going saili g, a d a gulf that creeps an O n d ever onward , till the hills are rent,

And like a pall it covers all a continent .

Plagues that turn to fish e s, towns that turn to trees, Chapel bells a - chiming under whelming seas

Witches and their wonders, maids that grow to rocks a nd k Earth s y commingled by convulsive shocks .

l l These things pleased him greatly, til he o der grew ; i Then h s fanc y altered , and he chose anew a w e T les of love and duty, tried in o and weal ’ If less he smiled , twas that the Child had learned to feel . so a As a child h as wisdom, had F te , and knew

ZEons have their purpose, and their work to do ’ ’ s Work that s fair and honest, work that true and brave,

a nd s s s . Seed to sow, and grain to grow, oul to ave

G ss ! E s Sing a song of oodne on have their day, But the Wi ll that made them is with a s alway ;

l s His . Time halts at His bidding . Fate ive in fear

ll s s ll . Oh, may that Wi be graciou ti to you, my dear

SCRIBBLER.

E NOT S .

Instead of A Child it ought to be The Child . There was n one in was o ly Child the world for Scribbler . It writing

be ne fit a his s a is . a i s for her , prob bly, made tyle wh t it Th t s s an the be t excu e we c put forward for Scribbler .

s n a is a s The ce ery of the Bocas, gener lly, wild , m je tic, s -s n a a a s a ns oul tirri g . P rts h ve a softer ch rm . Our illu tr tio s a a — n s may give ome ide of the l tter . Not of the former e ormou a a s a a n a cle v ge amon primev l rocks, such s the Seco d Boc , defy a M a ns a a Eas a s n photogr phy . he ount i of P ri to tw rd, di ti ctly ” V s far n n- are i ible, yet e ough removed to look e s kyed, a a n b ckgrou d to the whole .

To be amid such surroundings and produce only bur le sqq e s ! Could there be a more signal proof of poetical d e fic1e nc y f

‘ ' IGNOI US. E ’ HE Y THE SERP NT S PROP C .

The Dra on of Paria ruled the land , the Serpent sh e rule the se a ; all l And went well , til a quarrel befell, concerning Trinity l i ' The Dragon c aimed it for h s own , twas a link in his mountain chains ;

Oh , he spake her fair but the Serpent was ware, and k h is moc ed him for pains . hi a The Dragon rose in s r ge and his wrath, with his seven heads out- thrust ; flun a s l She g twelve le gue of gu f between, and bade hi him do s worst .

0 Golfo triste !

l ' Then he reared himse f on the mountain s crest, and reached out over the se a ; s his l And the moke of mouth ro led north and south, o and ver to Trinity . H nd e stretched a he strained, his embers rained like a shower of falling stars ; i Iere shook, as h s thunders broke on the face of her

- wave Washed scaurs . ’ ' hi l E en the Serpent shrank, neath s neck ong and lank, With its se y en fie rc e heads in a bunch ; . 0 n l - Me r Then sh e rose i the air, like a Diab e , and bl t l t clean through with a crunch

Isla libera da

Then the Serpent sh e sang a wondrous song, a con ' que ror s song sang sh e ' Oh , my waves are red with the Dragon s blood, and Iere belongs to me ; k s To have and to hold , to ma e , to mould , With the wa h s of my coiling tide , k and While the Moon is regent of the s y, the Southern

Cross abides . as s be n s Oh , sh e shall be free , my water , and the wi d ’ tha t o er them blow ; s And sh e shall have peace , and her fame increa e, and

her name shall all men know .

Isla fortuna d a 1

flowe rs Her seasons shall seem an endless spring, her bloom all year round I will make her rich With oil and with pitch in her n ca verns u derground . And gold shall be found and the fruits of the ground shall grow and cover her ; Her Triple Hills shall glad the gaze of the Great D is coverer ; And men shall come from many lands to s can her ’ wonders o er ; nd l There shall be a place for every race , a a we come

aye for more .

Isla a mistosa

' They shall grow as the seed of the Serpent s breed, in Wisdom and in worth

For lea ring fair shall floa rish there, and art have s n r eco d bi th . a n o n Oh , loy lty a d liberty shall there g hand in ha d ; ’ And s l equal laws , and the island s cau e, shal hoop

them as a band . ’ ’ ’ s s s The i land s name, the island s fame, the i land o n gr wth a d grit, l l Sha l be their boast from coast to coast, and the wor d " s i hall echo t.

Isla milagrosa I

a a is a a a A C rib mythology . Th t re lly wh t it c me to . Now, “ is a a on a s a h ad a bad na th t f ir the poor C rib They me before . a nniba l s a rib ca rib-a l are C come from C , , we told But, however ' a a n they may h ve devoured e ch other, I do t believe they would ’ a s a s n a a h ve w llowed Scribbler mythology . U h ppily, the r ce is n at as in s s an exti ct, le t thi i l d . Scribbler, therefore, could do as And s n h as a he liked . it will be ee he rtfully mixed in a lot s a s an n in n als a of true tuff, bout the i l d bei g rich mi er nd things, s a ju t to b mboozle people .

a sa s as n n is a Wh t he y to gold bei g fou d , bloomer . Iron

s are in n . a a pyrite there , ple ty Sir W lter R leigh took them for ” M a . Or an a old the other of Gold, wh tever he me t by th t . Il a is no n n in s an p to d te there gold mi i g the I l d .

a ble-Mer n a k D i . Somebody le t Scribbler boo ! Se a n a a n n I a Fish of Tri id d , by H rry Vi ce t f you w nt to know everything about D iable- Me r (being patois for the giant-ra y —fish manta birostris find or devil , ) you will it there . But Scribbler alwa ys exaggerates ; and though devil-fish m ay a a s his one is s jump high, the fe t he m ke do prepo terous .

' is s not n o m r ma tu However, it Scribbler poem, mi e . S i p i r.

B - - a a e n n n y the bye, I h ve d cided objectio to the i troductio ’ of foreign words into English literature ; and Scribbler s ta gs an s Isla ortunad a Isla mila rosa and all s of Sp i h, f , g , the re t of it, are

a all Well, they re Scribbler over .

— M a s s Tri le Hills ! i .e . n Iills at p , the Tri ity I orug , uppo ed to ha ve been the three pea ks W l th one base first Sighted s O n n n v h ad s a by Columbu . comme ci g the oyage, he peci lly ss n a al in voked the assistance of the Ble ed Tri ity . N tur ly, . ’ a a — n s Isla Mila rosa therefore, it w s a mir cle . He ce Scribbler g , a see n Mir culous Island ( Lege d XVII) .

Gol o triste So s a a a . f . Columbu c lled the Gulf of P ri . s a a a a a n n Other h ve thought it r ther jolly pl ce . We cert i ly fou d it so. ST M ’ . ARY S BAY .

’ M is St. ary s Bay fair by day, ’ Ma s B a is St. ry y bright n Tra quil and deep , the blessed sleep ’ Which broods o er it by night ’ And well it is our Lady s grace Defends the charmed spot n For, in the middle of the ight, a s s P s e the Phantom Boat .

The Pha ntom B oa t, the Phantom B oa t 1 Who wa kes may hea r it pa ss ' S e ound slee Sa e b le p s , p f , y Ma ry s gra ce lee sound a nd let it ass S p p .

a Was th t the howl of a dog, or an owl A- hoot in the Ceiba tree f n Wha t mea s that note on the night afloat, As of laughter Wild and free é m n n Voices of wo e a d of men, And the splash of oars between Ma a Jesus, ri , guard us then, ’ Tis sure no earthly din .

’ a n A laugh , a scre m a d tis gone like a dream ’ The splash of oars is o er ' and h i The pirate rude , s demon s brood, M n s c elt i to pace on e more .

Saint Mary holds her Virgin sway, ' O er land and se a and air

No harm can break their quiet sleep ,

Who rest beneath her care . NOTES .

’ f an a sa n Every night I c t vouch for th t, id the Cou t

s a a s a o ai nl ass . But one night I t yed here, ye r g , it cert y did p

n s an s . as We h ad come dow the i l d Why Well, sa n f a n is an a Scribbler would y, why i deed Port of Sp i ide l ’ s n s a s a on tropical city . Al o the Quee P rk Hotel, itu ted the na n n s and its na n al spacious Sa van h, with Gover me t Hou e or me t

n s s was s a in . E grou d right oppo ite, delightful to t y verybody, '

sa n ! Go n s an s . n lqowe ve r, ke t yi g dow the i l d You wo t know real rinid ad life till you go down the islands l So '

n s an s and an on St. Ma s we went dow the i l d , l ded ry Bay ; a n at a a and the Count, who was st yi g Copper Hole, c me to c ll .

was us a s . Or He it who told bout the gho t , to be more ’

an a ass s n . precis e, the Ph tom Bo t, which p e there ightly

nn a s at a n . The Joh y W lker were here the time, he expl i ed

not nn a s an . n a l No, the Joh y W lker you me A other f mi y

. n on all s and was s on altogether Bridge we t till hour , it clo e was s midnight when my wife and I got to bed . She bu y with ’ a a s n sh e sa her ch pelet . But, of udde , Felix, id , did you hear that boat passing f D o n n s h e n n it a a you k ow, o ce me tio ed , I did he r Wh tever

was . Plash lash Jla sh at s n a s it , p , , widi h i terv l , but quite

s n . n a sound s a and n a n di ti ct The like voice , v gue o ly f i tly " a a n a Ma — and udible ; but, of sudde , S inte Vierge rie the n a s a s a ss s a s a Cou t, like piou ri tocr t, cro ed him elf cre m that made your blood run chill ! I heard quite as much as an a n I w ted th t ight, I assure you

It seemed for the moment as though life down h e 0 t islands were gom g to be somethi ng else than we were looking n ss- a na n th e n m od i fie d for . U der cro ex mi tio , however, Cou t h orr the ific element .

s a 5 Ye s ce rtainl and his f h ad The cre m , he wi e both a it h ad n au ht r M a he rd . But there bee g e too . ore l ughter an s a n th cre mi g . We thought perhaps it was people from some of the " a other B ys . B a y in their Creole parlance means a house on one of

s s s . a b a n the e i let N turally they select a ay suitable for b thi g, n an whe they w t to build) . no all n d not But ; they were people we k ew, an could re asonabl s s nn n a a t a u pect of ru i g spree th t hour of the ni ht. ave s a on n t a it I would t yed , but my wife would o he r o . ” a an s and n n n We m de excu e left the ext mor i g .

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s a is Who e bo t it piped the Child .

’ " a a s n n s Bl ckbe rd , replied the Cou t, co clu ively .

' Who is Blackbeard E

' Ma chére a n a n s , you h ve ever re d Tom Cri gle Log or ’ Mas a an a s n a The ter of B ll tr e . Otherwi e you would k ow th t a a was a n a He s n a in 1 1 6 Bl ckbe rd oted pir te . vi ited Tri id d 7 , a nd a a s a a in a M pill ged hip lo ded with coco the h rbour . erely a so far as a s o n s— o h a ! th t, I believe, f ct g . But lege d , g lore

' Why does he come to Saint Mary s B a y

’ as s s sn a a After buried tre ure, I uppo e . I t th t the regul r thi ng i n the story books f

Ye s e s s . a ss it He an s , y , of cour e I ought to h ve gue ed . w t on s a a a a i n n to come hore , but th t lovely st tue of S int M ry fro t . . l n n prevents h S la di g .

— . A a i an . Right, right, my child cockt il No th k you a s a n Good gr ciou , you h ve got hold of He ry 1

The dus ky one- eyed compounder of inebriants grinned all H as n a — a a over e w evide tly celebrity like Bl ckbe rd .

’ There s the m an to give you s tories of ghosts and " - soucou ens n n . y . Well, chi chi

' a is a s oucou Wh t ye n S queried the Child .

M a is a and remous is s nn n . y de r it l te, the ju t begi i g

What is the remous f

n a a his h at nd ra n The Cou t m de dash for , a n dow the ” a a Au re voir a n n h a gr vel p th . , he c lled out, getti g i to is bo t . n n n on a s He ry will e lighte you loc l topic .

not an a ass a n s Whether or the Ph tom Bo t p ed th t ight, thi n n is na sa Ma na h ad Mana depo e t u ble to y . The g te the ger of his a n at all n a s and Oil Company b wli g him ight, bout derrick and s s and financial a s a a and s sumps eep m tter . Bl ckbe rd hip mates would ha ve wanted powerful megaphones to get a a n he ri g .

n n at a f was Next mor i g, e rly co fee , however, Scribbler to " h i n a n s one a the fore with s i evit ble lege d . A hort , for He a a s — l s s — mercy . fterw rd got somebody the Chi d, I u pect to se t a n ss a it to music . Nobody, th n k good e , seemed to c re to s n it on a n s ass . i g . Not ccou t of the mu ic, I ured the Child

a s n n a and . She m de ome u i telligible rem rk, left the room

I. THE AUTHENTIC L EGEND OF M ’AN R D E G OS NT .

b a Ir sh D a F r (As told y n i ominic n a the ) .

' n ro d e nt was Oh , M a G s a Witch indeed, And a grand old witch was sh e

She sold her soul to the Devil twice, nd i A cheated him of h s fee . a But when it c me to the third compact,

The Devil he swore an oa th , ’ ’ a r d e n That he would h ve M an G os t s soul,

Though sh e were never so loath .

’ ’ r d M n Grosd ent Oh M an G os e nt, Dent a

He ga ve her the girth of the good green earth , n A d the height of the clouds that soar,

And a voice tha t spoke like a thunder peal , ’ O r the Wild Tornado s roar H e s ga ve her the speed of the ru hing winds, And the strength of the whelming seas

And teeth tha t could bite through the hardest rock,

For sh e bargained for all these .

’ ’ n r n Oh M an Grosd e nt, Dent M a G osd e t 1

n Seve hundred years he granted her, To do as sh e should please

The earth was weary of her deeds,

Aweary were the seas . s She lew the infant in its cot ,

The monarch on h is throne , nd h e s h She grew a s slew, till the year ran throug , And the Devil came for h is own .

’ ’ M n r Oh a G osd e nt, Dent M an Grosd ent

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But when the Devil saw her there, Tis sore afraid was he h d n so so s For s e h a grow tall , tout, H c s n e rea hed carce to her k ee . " m M r Oh co e with me, ach ee , says h e , n A d come with me , my dear n Have I ot done your full pleasure, So many and many a year 5 ’ ' n r d e nt n n r Oh M a G os , De t M a G osd e nt

h e My full pleasure , quoth s , forsooth Small pleasure ha ve I known s o ou But if I need mu t g with y , Ti s on s go I mu t, och e n So make your back both stro g and broad, And fly with me with heed ' I nd nd For m old a frail , a if I fall , ' tw Oh , ill be the Devil indeed ' ' M n Grosd e nt M rosd e nt Oh , a , Dent an G

’ fle n The Devil he w o er Mo tserrat, ' With M an Grosd e nt on his ba c k ’ T c h e But when he saw uc u s height, H n e cried , Ocho e , a lac k " n fl o h e I ever can y s high , said , With such an awful load And ne s he tur d from the hill , and made for And he spilt her on the road ' ’ M n Gr sd e nt M n rosd e nt Oh , a o , Dent a G

’ At M n n Diego arti , tis known for certai , She came down with a thud e n n For witches there , ough a d to spare, ' n r Have spru g f om the witch s blood . ’ Her heart is buried a t Hart s Cut, Her head is Gaspare e in o m se e And there so th , you a y her tooth , o a t se a Oh , a g od mile out . ' ’ M an r M an r sd e nt Oh , G osd e nt, Dent G o I I And do you doubt this legend old i ' O r is it proof you cra ve 9 a are e Go, visit G sp , my child, e e n o s a And s the wo dr u c ve . ' ’ is M an Grosd e nt s - Oh , that brain pan ' The little Cave s h e r eye ’ n And if you don t believe it ow, Why— neither in truth d o I 1

’ ' M an rosd e nt M n r Oh, G , Dent a G osd e nt 1

E NOT S .

n us n a n a n The Cou t took to Poi te B lei e, where the rem i s of . an a —orl re fine r s s an a n na a old wh le y till t d to expl i the me . Wh t n se e was a s see n we we t to , however, The C ve ( Lege d VIII) .

Towards the evening the parish priest of D iego Martin and s s a a and h t one the I le c me to c ll, brou with him of the Fathers ’ a n Ma s wo s s n from S i t ry College . uch brogue you ever heard One could observe Scribbler assim il ating them for a liter ry purposes .

n as n The ext legend w bou d to be brogued .

A rock in the Firs t Boca is ointed out to visitors as ’ ’ e th T e te ron a M a n Madame) Tet ron s oa . Vill ge, called after a respectable French- Creole family of the same i s na n s b . n n na . a s de ig tio , is clo e y He ce the ick me No h rm it n a an s ss was thought if . Who the i dividu l ce tre , nobody

n N a s . h as a a s n al k ows . obody c re either The rock lw y bee c led so is a a a s n n . . It r ther f mily di ti ctio

h ad i n n som e thin n a Now, Scribbler ve ted complime t ry, ’ s n n a n s ad s t o omethi g ice, to expl i the ize of the y tooth, m bably the T e rte ron family would ha ve complimented i . - a fine a sa O r a a s . n not With m ckerel, y . f ir ized grouper Whe a a n a n sa Vieille a u too l rge, grouper, do e with good wi e uce ( vin is a s s s . ) , mo t deliciou di h

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no a not s wa . No, ! th t is Scribbler y r i o s The name T e te on s n t sonorous enough for him . Al o ' is a a s ound -hea ds s m e n are his his he Roy li t . R , Cromwell , ‘ tori al an a s n n - a s Tetes-rond es n in c tip thie . Fre ch Rou d he d , , eve w n n and s n s and the t e tieth ce tury the We t I die , though the s a s in find n n not be t C tholic the world , Scribbler i differe t, to sa s a a n ns a n s an y ho tile . To work up l ggi g i pir tio he mu t ch ge

the name .

s a a an o a Now, to me, thi ppe rs me . The T e te r n f mily were in ss s n so s a and n n n po e sio , to pe k, e titled to me tio . Still, ss n s s in s s nd a n ble i g sometime come di gui e, a so it h ppe ed to ’ T e te rons s ana n was not the . Scribbler expl tio of the Tooth

n not n a . ice, complime t ry

You a in n En s s na will re d it the lege d . dor e it per o lly, I ’ not M an s- D n ss -D nd a will ! Gro e t (Gro e ent) a her cre tor, s s a s n am an at mu t ettle m tter betwee themselves . I th kful, ’ an a a s a M a n Te teron is it y r te, th t the re pect ble out of .

’ M r tches a D d i a a D ie o tin Wi . O ow s w g a F ther , who g, a s a n a n stuffed Scribbler with t le bout wome who wrote L ti , yet no a a En s and - a a s could t re d word of gli h, such like f iry t le .

a n no s ns all s s . Scribbler, h vi g e e of humour, took it eriou ly

' H a rt s ut is a a a is a C , however, deliber te ttempt to m le d " a is a not hea rt n the re der . The word H rt, , to begi with . Also it was clearly explained to Scribbler that it stood for a a na a — a g oler of the me of Lovel ce H rt, who em loyed the s n s on a a s an a na s n alf a pri o er C rrer I l d , pe l ettleme t mile a a a cut ana a s hi na w y, to m ke the or c l which be r s me . Scribbler as a n w re lly too u scrupulous .

Ta ca che is commonly reputed to be the highest mounta in i n s an a an i n nd Ari o i l d . Cerro N r jo, Toco, a p , near O the a s a Arim , however, di pute the cl im .

Montse rra t is a lowish range in the centre of the island . O n its s s flourish fine a s a s n n lope many coco e t te , belo gi g to ' — n a s n n n s . n old Fre ch Creole f milie , i cludi g the Cou t Accordi g ’ a a n a D fl w M n s a to him, the lleg tio th t the evil e o er o t err t is s n ar all s n and likely to be re e ted . They e sport me good a s and a s D at s h ad C tholic , would h ve hot the evil ight, he a re lly come there .

Neither in truth d o I s is s a - a a . Thi the mo t b re f ced ho x all n a a of . I thi k it decidedly unf ir of Scribbler to h ve gone a a and a n ublishin it n w y, left me to be r the bru t of g . O ly an a ns sn ss e sid e elev ted co ciou e of rectitude, s my plighted as n s s s ns word to the dece ed, i duce me to houlder the re po ibility .

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13 HE MA F L D ’ T N O E S STORY .

a r ( ) Gaspa illo.

Go you not near the rock , my child ! Go you not near the isle m an Eld The of inhabits there, and he will you beguile . 5 What would he do to me, father What would he do to me 5 ’ a He d we ve you legends old and strange, and tales of gram m ar ye s and s Legend rhyme of bygone times, and things so n a lo g go, ' ' o h as The w rld forgot if they re true or not, and it s " s better to leave them o. ’ i old What s the man like , father s Like a rock in its moss y bed ; For he sits so still tha t the birds at will may rest on ’ the dreamer s head . ’ and He s shrivelled shrunk like a gnarled trunk, and n o h e ever a w rd says , Till the spell is broke by the little fol k that cluster h i n around s k ee ,

With their tricks and their smiles, and their simple nd wiles , and voices so clear a so shrill . an a l h Not a word c he he r, but they tick e is ear ; and ’ he ll la ugh to himself and weep , ’ a And l ugh again, like the sun and the rain ; and h e s

off With h is tales, until

The moon is high in the eastern s ky, and the little ones all asleep . ' e n Oh, h s bleared a d blin d , and out of his mind Oh, h h out of is mind is e ,

For he tells them tales of dragons and whales, and

countries under the se a , And a continent all wrecked and rent ; and he waves

an ancient cha rt, s Where things that were, oh , they live and they tir, by some sleight of his magic art

14 b The L ( ) ost Atla ntis .

se e s h e See , , crie , with e lfish glee , there great Atlantis la y ; That mig ty power— and in an hour it all had passed awayh Its o s t wer high that mocked the s ky, they toppled to their fall ; s — I was You need not tare , I there , and saw it all .

Its s k tower mocked the s y, quoth h e , its mountains rose sublime ; s s And hip came there from every se a, and folks from every clime ; all The pride of the earth beside, a greater Babylon , ’ It stood there for a thousand years— and now tis gone I

s l h They were a ubt e race, quoth e ; the weak bowed to the strong ; ' Twas who could take , and wh o would make the right

appear the wrong, B And wrong seem right . y day, by night, their cunning

deeds were done . — There was a price for every vice for virtue, none

The poor, they died unpitied there ; the beggar begged in vain ; ’ n rh ad While song and feast, and laugh a d jest rang o e e , in the rain The shivering wretch scarce dared to stretch his hand out for a dole

A crust f A curse 0 Oh, the power of

the purse, it ruled the whole .

’ l l l But oh , I ween, twas a ove y scene, in the b aze of

the burning noon, in l To se e the ships come sailing , over the great agoon s s and And an endless throng, it poured along the treet the crowded quays ’Mid h maze of men it murmured then like the hum E!!e o es . ' un But twas lovelier yet, ere the s had se t, when a golden glow was thrown ' On the ro c ky heights of the God s Delights, where the gilded temples shone ; h t m And the lig s ca e out in the town below, like the sta rs i n the dim blue s ky ' ' and nl Oh, it 5 past and gone, the o y one that s is I

(c) The Wa rning .

- n At mid , mid night the air was re t a a A vo1ce w s he rd , Repent, repent 1t a m n The c y w s all m wonder e t . A second night it came again a r e fra1n The cry was louder , Refr in, n a1n And the outer mole was burst 1 tw .

The people were troubled a little space, n a a And stared up i the he vens, gaze . or Then they wen t back to their f mer ways .

The third night was a trumpet blown n The vo1ce cried , Atone , ato e a1d The people mocked , and s , Cry on

e st (d ) The Yea rly F a .

The wind blew ever out of the eas t a nd The se a came swollen , frothed like yeast n a B y night it moaned like a hu gry be st .

a No m an heeded the le st, the least ad a s The d a y h come of the ye rly Fea t, When hands should be laid on the n ew High Priest

And the foreign gods should be daubed with mud , ’ e t And the city s ways be w with blood , And thousands cast on the watery flood

And their smoke go up from the sacred wood And the lofty space where the tem ple stood s B fi a n e lle d with a glo ti g multitude .

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(e ) The Ca ta clysm .

- c t s In mid y the cha m broke . It yawned to the middle c artli

Oh , the horrid sight ! ’ Hapless those eyes which it befell to se e that portent s

birth . 0 Horror 1nfin1te H n appy the bli d who could not se e , and the deaf whose r ears we e s topped , o When the m unting wave came as a rushing grave, and s the hill were overtopped . n n s— a n Oh , livi g thi g nor rms, nor wi gs, availed you in tha t hour ; nor Nor height, depth , nor speed , nor stealth, could ’ ’ s cape the Slayer s power .

- Oh , ocean was a ra venous beast, a n all devouring tomb i s a H s puming sp te was flocked With fate , his billows

big with doom . E n In vain arth rose , in vain sh e strove, agai st the mountainous tide ; n a n Mou t i With mountain, vast with vast, the storming

foe replied . Oh h erce and fast his furious blast drove on the whelming flood ; M fie r e h ore c , more fast is waves he cast, where still ’ Ea rth s giants stood . With s troke on stroke the hills he broke he trampled them like mire H e n hi cried aloud , a d every cloud rebellowed with s ire — No chec k, no stay from far away his waters gathered

still , n n hi Till wrecked and rent, a co tine t lay broken to s Will . N e t a no — s e a nd o pity y 1 No ce se , let the water gr w grew, And more and more the shrin king shore receded from the view

From end to end , from breadth to breadth, the water searched and slew ; ll From side to side it weltered wide . The wi of God came true ! (f) The Remna nt.

’ Tears fall fast from the old man s eyes, and he n maunders o with a sigh . ’ ’ and s Oh , it s past gone, and the only one that left of the race is I

It was a lovely place , I ween, and its end was won d rous sad ; ’ s ve nl There s nothing of it left, quoth h e , a o y Trinid a d J

When the chasm broke, and the whole world shook, at

the reft of that ruinous breach , ' n l It slipped off like a lizard s tail, a d wrigg ed away out a of re ch . a a h e It wriggled way out of re ch, quoth , and curled right up in a knot ; ’ n n an That s Why o e side is a ticline, and the other side is nought ’ a a h n s It s a very deep m tter, th t, quoth e , and wa t a lot of thought

E NOT S .

’ a a n n s an as a an Saint Mary s B y st ds o the i l d of G p r Gr de, n a Gas are e s is a s a s an commo ly c lled p . Oppo ite it m ller i l d n n as a a Gas are e n variously k ow G sp rillo, Little p , Scorpio ” d o e and s o Island an G pp e . Scribbler the Child u ed to g " a a a L a s there to g ther white orchid c lled Vierge, which grow as only about the Boc . t i n That was the firs step n the evolution of this Lege d . The next was when we went to town to hear a lecture on the Mr L h r at an s a . e c m e e Lost Atl ti , delivered by the l te Guppy, ’ n s a F a s a ss n th e Quee Roy l College . Sir W tt , Roy l Commi io er in s n s a s n for Agriculture the We t I die , lso poke . Both joi ed n s n a n n n s in vouchi g for the exi te ce of submerged co ti e t, who e n a a western shore, throw higher th n the rest by re son of the a as i - th e s ubsidence eastw rd , w visible n the semi circle of a an s an s One a as n as na C ribbe I l d . g ve their e ter limit the origi l n a us s s shore li e . Th t, to , eemed obviou . The other, for n as ns a run i n a reco dite re o , m de it through the m ddle of A tigu , h ad which he jus t visited .

18 a h s n ns sc ie ntific a s Ap rt from i co tributio to periodic l , s Mr L e chm e re as a m an a a lecture , etc . , . Gup y w of rem rk ble n a a a n —ha — a i dividu lity . T ll, g u t, white ired, grey be rded, rugged in s a in his n ns air s peech, comb tive opi io . A whiff of cold eemed o n a n s to g with him wherever he we t . W tchi g him tride over sa anna one a n a s the v h, im gi ed it York hire moor .

n Mrs Ma na and a s inse ar I we t with . g te the Child, l o the p ’ a se e n an s n s s ble Scribbler, to the old ge tlem collectio of hell , s a s and a not a n s an s book , ch rt wh t . Spe ki g of the i l d , he let " a a n s an a l as Go e h ad n f ll th t Scorpio I l d, i pp e , belo ged to his a f ther .

s s Oh, how lovely I Thi from the Child, of cour e . " s a s and and You mu t build hou e, come live there .

s as ns Mr a n For the be t of re o , . Guppy expl i ed, he could not. s an h ad an s n The i l d by over ight become forfeit to the Crow . n n a a a a as a a a Bei g e r Ch gu r m Bay, it would be v lu ble were long—standin g s cheme to run a railwa y there and ma ke a a a as a — a a a a a Ch gu r m deep w ter h rbour for the C pit l, ever c rried out onse ue ntl on a n a re - an h ad n . q y, pplyi g for gr t, he bee re fuse g

a a s a s Mr Wh t h me l hrilled the Child . Oh, . Guppy, se e s an n on a at as d I would love to you t di g th t cliff the e t e n , a n a a now in an and a w vi the ch rt you h ve your h d, your h ir g . s a n i n — D a Mrs tre mi g the breeze . e r . Gup y, you must not be e al us s an r a l H j , but I love your hu b d I I e y do . e IS such a d e ar o

D rivelling idiocy ! Happily the Guppys were good-natured and d 1d not a n people, t ke offe ce .

’ s was law as sh e in The Child word to Scribbler . W love f n was in with old Guppy The , Scribbler love with old Guppy His s s his a s h is s his s an s too . hell , ch rt , lecture , Lo t Atl ti , n H e all and n n everythi g . took them , , jumbli g everythi g a a s s n in h i together, h tched out perh p the very wor t lege d s a n deplor ble collectio .

If as s s a Man Eld s n s Mr , eem prob ble, the of repre e t . L e c hm e re is an a s a s Mr Guppy, it trociou tr vesty . Al o, . Guppy, a m an sci ntific a a and ns n s a a of e ccur cy co cie tiou reg rd for f ct, would certainly ha ve repudiated the narrative put into his a n n n a n n s i a mouth . To vouch for co ti e t h vi g o ce exi ted, s long wa y from charging its inhabitants with abnormal a a n s s n n n an depr vity, ttributi g their ubmer io to divi e ve ge ce, ’ and all s n ns n the rest of Scribbler o e se .

’ Spribble r n a an a n n a s deli e tion of Atl te n si ful ess, by the w y, ' 13 s a 1nad uat a sa a a n mi er bly e q e . Wh t he ys bout m ki g the

I 9 wrong appear the right would apply to an y mercantile com n Es a so a ss n h mu ity . peci lly , however, to the leg l profe io , whic a s s ans am a a s m a y in fact be s id to exi t by uch me . (I b rri ter a n 1d olatr is a myself) . Ag i , the y of the people too v gue . a a Nobody could s y wh t they worshipped .

lootin multitud e . a a was a A g Wh t, pr y, there to glo t a an s a a a over f he re der, yhow, get sc rce whiff of wh tever n n so n a is s an was goi g . Scribbler bei g fo d of loc l colour, it tr ge it did not occur to him that on the shores of the Caribbean Se a (see Legend II for the etymology of cannibal a real istic des cription of a long- pig entertainment on a considerable a was a a n ss sc le virtu l ece ity .

n Mr L e c hm e re is n a a n n To retur to . Guppy, it o ly fter obt i i g the consent of all members of his family that we give this first ’ " an E s a a a n M of ld T le, lso second (Lege d XXII) to the light . Under the circumstances we consider the responsibility is no s s s n s n on longer our . Should the e teemed cie ti t be looki g an a k n n s from other sphere, we would s him ki dly to ote thi .

’ There s nothing of it left sa ve only Trinid ad . is a a n in his a Scribbler inv ri bly wro g geology . The other C rib

an s an s are nan s an s n a . be i l d rem t of the Atl ti . Not Tri id d Look at n an San nan n se e the Norther R ge from Fer do, the you will a is— a s M n a n a a wh t it pur of the ou t i s of P ri .

Anticline s i a n a a s n th e . Thi s onsensic l llu io to Oil s are s an on Field . They to the south and centre of the i l d , an a a a n n a n an is lluvi l form tio . The co tr st of the Norther R ge s n very triki g .

h ad n an finish s a Scribbler writte other to thi t le . We give

1t . a i below The re der will judge which s worst . M The a in is an s Ma n i . e . , , of course, the Sp i h i , , the as n a in a n co t of Ve ezuel , which Columbus first beheld the m i an a l d of Americ .

a wriggled wa y out of reach . é n — it How How, i deed Yet it must did se e on a a a See , , the ch rt g in a Th t bulgy lump , there it broke from the rump ' s a a n Here the tip of the t il, quite pl i a a s n sna n Wh t g ve it pri g 5 Why, the p of the ri g When the hills were snapt in twain n o n 10 The her pitch below was s buoya t, , It floate d her off to the Main floate d Ma n a It her off to the i , my de r, ’ ’ a s -d Th t why she s there to ay, an — Like orphan child or a flowre t wild, " a a From realm that h as passed aw y .

2 0 n n as as an n a B uoya t. Scribbler k ew well yo e th t

n a as a is not an in a . a Tri id d pitch, or ph lt, buoy t w ter Wh t h ad in n a was as na a a an he mi d , prob bly, the occ io l ppe r ce of " an a L an a a small new isl ds, such s e Hunte Isl d . Th t c me

s a on rd 1 1 1 . s n in to the urf ce g November, 9 It u k, wholly or a a a s a 1tch and 011 a ns are su p rt, few ye r l ter . The p form tio p a s n na posed to h ve to do with the e phe ome .

2 1 ’ CORSAIR S BAY .

’ and oh Oh where, where is Corsair s Bay f And i oh where , and oh where c an it be a s n a a I h ve ca ned the ch rt, I have se rched every part Of s e a thi lovely azure s . find n I can o clue , yet it must be true For legends old accord ' Who steers his way to Corsair s Bay ’ Ma find a y the dead m n s hoard .

h a a Oh who, and oh w o w s the pir te bold , And wh o wh o be oh , and oh can he , Who buried his hoard on the grass y sward Oi this land- encircled se a é n M n l Fly n, organ , Teach, Ma sv e d of which Do legends old accord ’ a Who steers his wa y to Cors ir s Bay, ' Ma y h nd the dead man s hoard f

n h nd Oh whe , and oh when shall I it out, s e e And oh When, and oh when hall I s G s- f- reat piles of plate, and of piece o eight, 5 B y this sapphire- gleaming se a

Oh , they must be there, though I know not where, For legends old a ccord ' s s Who steers h is way to Cor air Bay, M ’ " a y find the dead man s hoard .

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NOTES .

’ a s nn s on S id by ome people to be Wi Bay, the south of as a an a n s an a a G p r Gr de, bout the ce tre of the i l d . C pt in ' ’ " Ma s 1 8 8 s n a s a s llett map , 9 , di ti ctly m rk it Cors ir Bay . a s Other people, however, put forw rd other view .

e l is a a n a n a a A We b ieve there tr ditio reg rdi g tre sure . s to " ’ n s an a s s i lege d , if y re lly exi ted el ewhere than n Scribbler s a n s a n s a a an s So at as h i br i , there mu t h ve bee ever l v ri t . le t s ’ " n s a Ma find a a s s . M n s ote ugge t For ex mple , y the Old ho rd, ’ " D s a . a n a n or the evil ho rd Ag i , Who hits upon hidde n ba and s as a bay, or the hidde y here , ju t with reg rd ’ ” sa s a s a s to Cor ir Bay, the ch rt hold out pecious clue by " n s n n givi g the title Puerto e co dido, hidde bay, to a f Ch a uaram as a a a n an i Wh t q Bay, pl ce s well k own as y n the island !

One would have imagined that the meagre hoard of a s n n n n filibuste r eve tee th or eightee th ce tury , who murdered an a s a s n as s a s Sp i rd for o g, out of piety it were, ju t bec u e they a and a an and a were p pists, prob bly dr k g mbled awa y nine n s a a ns a a n te th of wh tever petty g i he did m ke , would h ve bee insufficie nt n s a n ss s n to i tere t moder heire . No uch thi g ! The ’ as a h nd a an s a and a Child w cr zy to the de d m ho rd, re d ’ Esque lming from e nd to e nd to judge whether L Ollonois or ’ a one s n a in n Sh rpe, or of the worthie e umer ted Sc ribbler s ji gle ha d best deserved to be dubbed D evil or Old Man by h n a n s s is i tim te frie d or by po terity .

a na a it am s an She consulted the M g te bout . I wor e th "

s ass . So at as any of them my elf, he erted meekly le t the " a newspapers s y,

How topping ! It is worth living to ha ve a super- pira te ' d a s s s a n n d a . Somewh t worthy oul they mu t h ve bee , do t n s an s f you thi k, tho e old bucc eer

s a ss This to Scribbler, who of cour e greed . Pricele crowd, a n n a s ummed up h is unbi ssed judgme t for the mome t . Th t a n a a n n s was the sort of j rgo they t lked . I h ve k ow tho e two young persons keep a whole roomful of gra ve sensible m e n and women listening in wonder and annoyan ce while they discussed n s - so - a s s in nas al to es whether our p ice cre m were be t, or the grenadilla flav ouring at the Plutocrat was the last word in that a n momentous branch of hum n prove der .

’ s s n new James, don t forget your ub criptio to the " Ma na . n a a ana in Mrs . orph ge, put g te Somethi g biblic l bout ’ widows houses h ad no doubt been suggested to her obsolescent il n Ma na s and sh e h ad n n a mind . As ch dre the g te go e to Su d y

2 3 school together in some poky suburb where such institutions a h ad n h is s ns as a financie r one dom inated . Wh tever bee i , n ss n n felt certain sh e was innoce t . The lo of older childre ce tred and h is n an n ns her mind, too, upo the Child , with i te ity which a n m -a e — it was touching to w tch . Neither beyo d iddle g though business cares h ad given him a touch of premature decrepitude — n a n n n s and h ad a they might ha ve e tert i ed, go e i to ociety n flin a n gorgeous time with so much mo ey to g bout . Nothi g “ in that lin e ! What would the Child like 1 Was her cough ’ better é Would a se a- voyage be be ne ficial 9 That was all their

and o a n a . one thought, s they c me to Tri id d But to other a a s s a n interest, be it s id to their credit, their he rt till rem i ed . r a Ma na s s s as ana open ! o ph ns . The g te ub idi ed many orph ges, ’ Ma na n as a n a s a nd Mrs . s a early, C r egie did libr rie , g te he rt a n was was ever ardent to incre se the umber . It her hobby as a na sh e m a n na a a well as his . Pl cid exter lly, y i ter lly h ve reg rded ' a ns s a a n in s s s J mes as a sort of mo trou f ctory, t ki g widow hou e a d and n ana s at t one e n , tur ing out orph ge the other . Who n sa in s n an an a s will ve ture to y how, her ecret mi d , y wom reg rd ‘ the bus in ess a ctivities of her lord and master 3

’ n sa s n a o But to retur to Cor ir Bay, Scribbler e rly g t drowned n find an n - a ann tryi g to u der w ter ch el, which someone h ad ’ ass nn a not n ured them co ected the Big C ve, with Wi n s Bay, a s a n a s a a but with m ll cove e rly oppo ite . N tur lly, when he h ad a n n n n n rem i ed dow lo g e ough to be drow ed , I thought it my n n his duty to preve t her goi g to rescue . That was common s ns s a n a and e e, urely . How could I h ve go e b ck told her father and mother that sh e was drown ed f The Magnate liked n a n a Scribbler well e ough, but he would h ve drow ed hundred as n t n as so n of the breed with little compu c io ma y puppies, his l his a an a before chi d, prodigy, c me to y h rm .

a a i flun in a Wh t rew rd did I get To be g the w ter mys elf, as if I were a pu py and how sh e got Scribbler to the s urface ann n a h a I c ot prete to tell, bec use I d enough to do getting s to hore myself.

2 4 H M BOCA C I ES .

is n In the air there a chimi g, stealing far from out the

west, ’ s sun is Where the crim on sinking, o er the mountains 1 to h s rest . c h 1m 1n Oft, at eve, I hear that g , solemn, silvery, dying fast ; ' ’ Tis as from some Chapel hidden mid these Bocas wild n a d vast .

Chime, chime, chime ! God is Eternity, the world is Time !

I’ Oft, at eve , v e sought that chiming sought it by the

lone se a shore, ’M ong the islets and the reaches, where the seabird ’ hovers o er ; ’ ’ ’ ’ Mid and - remous the ebb mid the flow tide, mid the — n rune like moa ,

Till my heart is sick with longing , and my eyes are

weary grown . l is Chime, chime, chime ! God is Eternity, the wor d Time !

Somewhere , somewhere that fair Chapel hidden lies

from mortal ken, s l s In an elder world of wonder, for a race of in es men

And they kneel in the old arches, young and old , and evermore s Rises up the rich , undoubting, simple faith of day of

yore . d i E is Chime, chime, chime ! Go s ternity, the world Time !

2 5 l its ll Might I find it, might I enter, knee within ha owed n shri e, l t s Lave me at its mossy fountain, it might ca m hi heart of mine ll Still the anguish , still the grieving, heal a sorrow, in cleanse all s . is all But the Way is deep in shadow, and the Light n withi . d E is Chime, chime, chime ! Go is ternity, the world Time

E NOT S .

n a n us one d a a Somebody, I forget who, e tert i ed y with a trad 1t1on sa 15 a n fish e r v gue , id to ex t mo g the people, about a 1n n a voices be1ng he rd the Seco d Boc .

’ ’ M n s s n n s n e voice . You g me , I thi k, the idea was .

’ a n no n s Cert i ly wome .

a s a s and s s s i Scribbler t ke hold of thi , of cour e poil t. He a a n a n mus t h ve mixed co greg tio , or the Child would be d is as He a sacrific e s a ple ed . deliber tely wh t might ha ve been a

P a rsi a l L e end . Ye s sacrific e s it sort of f g , . For s urely the natural thing would ha ve been to introduce Papa T e te ron nd hi n as n s a n a a s so s Ce obite , le di g mysterious life like as a his n a was and is s n Amfort , or wh tever me , h o s .

no a a s n an an s But , Scribbler lw y k ew better th yone el e .

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- - The Bee it is always a buzz . As a street that is n ever still , n all s s All nigh t the wa ggons rumble o , day the crier hrill, And men that la ugh and men that weep go round as in a m ill l Even so the Bee is busy, her channels are ever ful , And the goal of their meeting is murmurous in the l heart of the centre poo . i It murm urs on in a fruitless drone , and its lap s a cheer less d in ’ — There is never the note of a song bird s throat, not the n fin flash of a wi g or ,

For the bitter bree of the broken se a is all that enters in .

n l a Sile t and very peacefu , s some old burial ground ,

Deep hidden in a valley by giant cliffs ringed round , And - a n over arched by immemori l pi es, Amid the storm- swept Apennines s s l Above, the thronging cloud m ay bur t in ightning

and in ram , Below th e th und e r roll and mutter far over the drench m g la1n But in th at dim valley silen ce and peace remain So s here, where all el e different seems, above, Without, around s s l fi Where tropic ea p ash tfully, and ever in between, Go s rgeou in crimson , gold and green, Strange- plumaged birds prolong the cadence of their s joyles song , As l n if it never wou d be do e, l Beneath the c oudless tropic sun , 1n s Yet the hu h of the hollow hill, s l In thi cavern o d and grey, As s ome cathedral ruin left by ages passed away,

And crumbling to decay,

2 8 s s Like ilence reign , like quiet rests, a s an And m je tic tr quillity,

The emblem of eternity, ' s s s Ab orb the little care that throng men s little breasts .

’ ss a as See , in the le er ch mber, twere the portico, s n s a s — o — Whence i k the d rk haft l ok, beware deep to the

vault below, A writing on the wall is plain to eyes unsealed it saith a All grief, all fe r abandon here, ye wh o descend to " Death . e So doing, some man, fat d , wise , i With the vision in h s eyes, ' a e e a Ma y h ply s , by that cle r water s brink, A Some thing which ha th eyes and ears r a To ma k the fall of hum n tears, ' And estim a te man s grief ; n a Yet hath no ha ds to give b ck aught, No words with blessing fraught To bring relief To the sorrow of dea th ; a nor o nor Nor he t, c ld , nor love , hate , Lodge in his heart dispassionate ; But only he is Wise

With the wisdom of the s kies,

Enigmatical and cold as mortals deem .

B e Up, up, fond heart true n So shalt thou ever rue , To love in life is but a little ’ To be the Spirit s offering ;

Sentient , mute , grave , And tranquil as the gloom Of this unfathomable cave

Bear thou thy doom .

2 9 E NOT S . n n h ad About the time we retur ed to tow , Scribbler news ’ s a One h ad n n all h is a of a friend de th . he k ow life, school - - and a on a a in a s . s fellow, l ter comr de rm They u ed to In sa a official n was a correspond . the me m il with the otice ' as s an — n a a letter in the dece ed h d writi g . Th t ffected Scribbler

an an n s . s h ad h is more th ythi g el e The young oldier got M . C . " in s s s He s a n and wrote the highe t pirit . mu t h ve bee fey, wa it was the y Scribbler put . s n — at as so a — h ad Curiou ly e ough, Scribbler le t, he decl red a Gas are e a s in a intended to write bout the p C ve bright, almost a humorous way but when he sat down to d ogge re lise n h ad n he — resto (before the bulleti come, be it oted) , y p l rum e n s n s run a a c r1bble — and cocka o , the p mu t eed w y with S r n n s a n a n drivel out the comme ceme t of thi l me t ble effusio . The completed production is more an elegy on h is friend than a de n an n s saw at Gas are scriptio of ythi g which anybody el e ever p e . A Trinidadian talks of The Ca ves as an American might s a a a In n a a s s of the Rockie or Ni g r . poi t of f ct the l rge t i some " a n an s s n n s nn a i c ve . O ly it w t weete i g . The du t of mille i s a there to de l with . n a was n a n n Whe th t do e, decor tio might begi n is a s a as The prime eed , however, proper t irc e . The s n a is a an Ma na s a -wa exi ti g l dder d ger to life . The g te tuck h lf y n n u n s n s s whe comi g p. O ly bellow to me d . Yet quite eriou n h n an s a a H e enough i is by o me s robu t st te of he lth . took it will sa sa in a very coolly, I y . But the Child, fe the Upper C ve, s n s s a a a an mu t eed get hy teric l bout him, be c rried up other a and a in l dder by Scribbler, l id to cool out the breeze . The sort of thing one sees in the movies ! In s as n n s an n n a the dry e o , whe the tree overh gi g the ce tr l a are le afle ss a a a n a s n perture , f ir mou t of d ylight get i to the

- a at d a . In n n and a n n c ve mid y the mor i g fter oo , however, s a n a n s as n n e peci lly duri g the r i y e o , electric lighti g would

improve the effect . Scribbler and the Child bathed in the miniature gulf in n a Na n n the ce tre of the C ve . y, more, they we t right i to the ’

e rilous n n n see Mr . a n n a U k ow ( H rry Vi ce t s book, p ge W 0 s a s sa fool to t ke the ri k, I y. ” s off s a i s The Folly . Scribbler hit thi c ve (which s oppo ite an n - a a as se a— n in a the l di g pl ce) r ther well, mi ed crooked "

s a . c an a a a n s an s s n h ft You w lk cert i di t ce, but mu t wim u der a o n n n m a a w ter to g through . The ope i g beyo d y well be c lled a a as n n a - a m gic c eme t, owi g to the f iry like be uty of the s n s a m a nific n n a n a ns ce e we tw rd , with the g e t Ve ezuel n mou t i , n a s a a as its a n twe ty le gue w y, b ckgrou d . ” The B ee a n in a . We h ve ever been this c ve, therefore c an sa n a it y nothi g bout .

30 D E D LA SIERRA L IAB L O .

Oh , Teach he came in booming Under a pr ess of sail H e came in like a conqueror Let a ll the island quail n His gu s were loaded to the mouth, His m e n arm ed to the te eth a r a Oh , Te ch , he ode in like king, h is as a And at side w De th . A prettier pair you n ever saw ’ O - h o- h o and the Devil s Saw

Proudly, proudly, with the tide, His ship came boom ing on She struc k upon a hidden reef e And all her pride was gon . ’ B y Te te ron s B a y it stands this day, For all the world to view ’ ’ nn And Te ach s brave Queen A e s Revenge ,

It gored her through a nd through . A prettier sight you never saw ’ O - h o- h o a nd the Devil s Saw 1 E NOT S .

' Now comes what we feel bound to describe as Scribbler s "

P eriod . He a a on a Sanguina ry got Bl ckbe rd the br in . n a - ns v e rywh e re he we t th t blood thirsty mo ter followed him . a s n a on n s That will be cle rly ee l ter . Lege d XXIII, XXIV.

Just at the inner e nd of the First Boca is a reef severa l a s in n a a at - hundred y rd le gth, high bove w ter low tide , sub and n s at - a n is an merged i vi ible high w ter . The the d gerous a nd a a an ss h as on L a Sier time , many g ll t ve el come to grief ra ’ e D a blo D s aw as an1ard s a it d l i , The evil S , the Sp c lled .

a n a a a It is cert i , however, th t Bl ckbe rd Teach) a He h ad a a n n n ever c me to grief there . c ptured Fre ch Gui ea fitte d as a war s ns and a ship, her up hip with forty gu , c lled ’ ” n nn s n M n nn h ad her, The Quee A e Reve ge . uch Quee A e a ! In all a sh e a to do with the m tter prob bility, would h ve " an as an s as h as n a h ged the L t of the Bucc eer , he bee c lled, ’ h ad sh e a . s ss s s n a c ught him Her ucce or repre e t tive, Robert " Ma n a first nan a a s y rd , lieute t of the Pe rl, m de hort work of in e nd M an a n a n him the . e while, he c me to Tri id d, plu dered a s and a a a not a h is coco hip dep rted . Not scr tch, shot the s so far as s s s a n ss wor e, hi tory how Cert i ly without the lo of ’ " his n nn s n was in 1 1 8 on Quee A e Reve ge, which wrecked 7 a 1n sa n a na see D a na reef Top il I let, North C roli ( ie t . of N tio l ’

a s . s n a Biogr phy, v . Scribbler prete ce th t the ’ ’ Queen Anne s Revenge perished on the D evil s Saw is n a n n a s therefore directly co tr ry to k ow f ct .

no n a was n s Scribbler would t mi d th t . It , i deed, the ort n of thi g he loved .

So a n on hi he expl i ed to me . The poet, s theory, ought ns ss o a L a a D a mi ht to co ider o ibilities, n t f cts . Sierr del i blo g P ’ a n nn s n a r a l n h ve gored The Quee A e Reve ge g , for lege a s s d ry purpo e , it did gore her .

32 E MA D E SAINT RIE TETERON.

L on in g g .

so s When the ft light dawn , ere the warm ligh t dies, At the weddin g of the moonlight and the sunlight the s kies t ’ When a far on the slumbering ocean s breast The shadows of vas t brooding m ountains rest ; ’ a s a s on oc a And lil c h pe the B s stream , on s n Oh , they glide to mu ic like thi gs m a dream Then the Angelus strikes with its s ilvery tone Ma e te r n Sainte rie de T o .

a is a e a Oh, f ir the e rth , and the s more fair, At the wedding of the moonlight and the sunlight til e a1r ; n all And how fair, beyo d words , must be fie l God ss s e e The d s of Which the ble ed , a s c a And the cryst l tream whi h flows lway, ’ m id an ss ' Through a city of gold , endle day us to se e i t Oh, give , every one, M T e te ron Sainte arie de .

is n a s Ah, there a la d th t lie between At the wedding of the sunlight and the moonlight seen ’ a as in s s s Fair, f ir gold the un et glow, But giant clouds keep guard below ; ’ n n tis And it fades so fas t, a o gone . T e r n Sainte Marie de te o .

h t Only to view that land so brig ,

At the wedding of the sunligh t and the soft moonlight, I would wander far through the twilight fair And to climb the hills and enter there

I would give a Crown, if I had one, e te ron Sainte Marie de T .

33 H er Good Angel .

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a Ah little maid , bew re, beware 1 n You ha ve a Crow that Jesus gave , o a A crown of inn cence, more f ir n r Than aught gleams o the weste n wave .

’ Twas bought for you with the blood He sh e d fi ’ n n fin r A d Christ s ow ge s laid it on,

When you prayed to Him in loving dread , r In your holy fi st Communion .

a c — I I fear for you, de r hild fear This longing is a thing of ill Her angel whispered in her e ar ’

She prayed no more, but sh e murmured ou still .

First Tempter .

3 .

Child of sorrow,

Child of sin, First borrow An old pin, Some curs t witch Has used to prick Doll of pitc h O r s a h pe of stick, B y her s kill In magic sleight So to kill

Some poor Wight .

Next the web Of Tarentelle Ta ke to make The wizard spell

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Temper it a With fl me and flood, ’ n s s Serpe t pit , ’ And vampire s blood Temper it With flood and flam e Sacr e it ’ s In Obi name .

’ — n s a n Witch ur e, av u t ! Tis an evil spell a s n Would dr g my oul to the e thm ost hell .

econd Tem S pter .

n List to the so g of the sea , How it plashes merrily a Over the shells th t lie, ' ’ Like gems neath the moon— dawn s eye Over the shelving roc ks Where the mermaid combs her locks

Over the c averns deep , Where the drowned seamen sleep In a bark of cocoa pod, Almond or millet c od Without Wind or tide Safely shall you glide With Lilith for your guide

s Such a guide, methink , would be " e a More peril than the perilous s .

35 Third Tem ter p .

Into the land of dreams, ’ Mid an bulrushes, d s tream s That creep with never a sound n Over and under grou d , So tha t now you swim ’ ’ O er the horizon s brim, And now you dive and sink n Deep to the nether bri k, a n Where st rs shi e far below, An d pallid moons arise e And s t in unknown s kies, Tha t gleam yet never glow m Come with e , And you shall se e The famous land of Faerie

’ ’ Let s go, let s go 1 ’ ' M a - fire y brain s , my heart s aglow The wonders of tha t land to know 1

Es a c pe Prevented .

n A thousand year, a thousa d year, a thousand year of faerie mir th ; Then sh e heard the church bells faint and clear down

- on the middle earth . a Her bre st sh e crost, lest her soul be lost, and soft sh e ’ gan to pra y ’ Toad and topaz Ring her round ere sh e can hence away ! " ’ as s strok d They cl ped her hand , they her hair, they n croo ed a magic la y.

36 tur ult ran flew l s fille d A grew they , they wi d mu ic thl a1r e . n — l On with the da ce l No p ac e , no chance to breathe an - a old world pr yer . ’ Pomp and pa geant passed in state war s mimic shows unrolled and n in a Squire k ight, rmour bright, on steeds that carac oled

On desuete lips the prayer slips sh e wist so well of old .

it o Weave f urfold , weave it well ! Close the fairy r1ng ' s s o o a ! If her eye h uld chance t ope , ch rm their wakening o sh — o s Sore, s re e strove the turmoil drove all ri ons m h e r m n fro i d . ’ tis n i won ! s a s Aha, do e ! The prize s The e ch rm ha ve power to bind fill fi a a s Yet , ll up the m gic cup th t leave but dreams behind I

and a So shall sh e drink, dreaming lie, still s a slumber in a g l ke, That hears the seas ons come and go in sounds of wood a nd bra ke ; l afle s n s Whisper of lea ves , or e ss igh the wi tery bough n amo g, ’ - n s n . Cicala s glee , a d melody of all the ong bird thro g ' ’ s l s and s s She s ours , he s ours, Whi e day hour and decad glide alon g I

37 Entra nced .

o s n so Asleep , asleep , s ou d , deep , a n s In the heart of the bre thi g wood , Tha t hea ve a nd stir as the winds recur A- pulse with the rhythmic flood s ne h e sl on But the little o , s eepeth , ’ Heedless of Nature s moods .

h h e r No sigh heaves s e , s b eathes no breath No tear drips from her eye a For life too still, too f ir for death , She swounds eternally

While things of life , with its woe , with its strife , b Indifferently go y .

’ a Safe is the faeries secret, s fe 1 ’ a h e No tales e er tell sh ll s ,

- A cast away, a weed, a waif ’ Ashore of time s long se a ’ s its s m That creep mid pume till the crack of doo , a s be When its depths reve led hall . The B ell .

T e te ron In Church there is a Bell, ' God s blessing on its founder s so n It hang high, it swi gs so well, ’ was Ne er a rarer sounder . s n s so s It wi g wide , it ways so far, It is a giant swarth e r ’ Its n notes resou d o er land and se a , They travel far a nd farther fi h ts o s fi nd It g the f g , if frights the e s

And Baalzebub their father .

This mighty Bell was dedicate M ’ To ary, God s own mother, ’ Her children wh o doth ne er forget,

But knoweth each from other .

She pitied this wee maid (I W is) ,

Cast in so sore a swound , And sent a messa ge to the Bell To wake her with his sound The trusty Bell obeyed so well

It deafened all around .

— n The Priest o, he was deaf of yore It deafened all his boys

They donned their cassocks back before, n Bewildered by the oise . s Its clangour laid eac h gruesome hade, as — s Spook , jumby, tre ure prite . n n nd S ake , scorpio a centipede Died self- stung in their fright Fish cast their sc ales the very whales n s Went blowi g out of ight .

39 A n wa ki g .

‘ The child awakes What does sh e se e 5 a re Where the woods, Where is the se a f n and - Her lair with fer palm leaf spread, Is smoothed to a delicious bed

Above, where boughs and creepers met, A gossamer mosquito net fl r And what had seemed a owe y tomb , to n Smiles, narrowed her ow small room . ’ Her mother s a rms are round her laid n Why, darli g, you are not afraid d in s l n Through all the , you til slept o . s his a (The brave Bell cea ed , work w s done) . Ma Now pray to ry, Queen of Heaven, s s s Your childi h in may be forgiven, n l n s A d b essed a gel , pure and bright, n Watch rou d your bed till morning light .

M r o a l .

fill If ever longing s your eyes, At the wedding of the sunlight and the moonlight

the s kies, a l And you gaze on realms th t g eam afar, s In the crimson we t Where the mountains are , — Breathe a prayer a y, many a one,

To Sainte Marie de T e te ron .

40

A MORNING VISION .

I lay when dawn was breaking, And dreamed of days that were n The lapl e ss tide was waki g, an And birds beg to stir, ' E e n as they might in England

In a green midsummer .

All in a leafy thicket l s Of Jasmin, cool and u h, They were as ga y a picket A n n s ever sa g i bush . - a l s The Chow chow, he s ng oude t,

Sweet as an English thrush .

- l Well might his song be thrush ike, s is A thrush , a thru h he l His varied notes, they gush ike The song of brook or se a His cousin over the water

Chants not more cheerily.

To him lest bard should tender

Some lesser meed of fame, No touch of tropic splendour Belies his sober claim A plain grey English minstrel n Under an India name .

Alike is your true singer In all the climes tha t be - H e loves the bright day bringer, H e loves the pleasant lea wam l Not , not the s p , the jung e, n e a Nor yet the lo esome s .

42 s m a There richer hue y glimmer, As gruesome beas ts go by sna The ke with cora l shimmer, The hawk with em erald eye s m The gull hrill to the te pest, a s r n The p rrot h iek o high .

s n s sc an The o g ter s the clearing, H e is a m erry thief son s and a s n a n With g w y e de ri g, H e steals awa y your grief And no s well he k w the Julie, o a The c rn, the c bbage leaf.

“ The God - bird — ha ve you guessed it 1 Your old - world Jenny Wren 1 too o Here, , a fav ured guest, it Fre ue nt a n q s the h u ts of men . One high within my chamber M r o for ade chi p en ugh ten .

n In gamut still as ce ding, a ca ma r Without , the J , n and on ne n n Trilled o , u di g I knew h is note from far Methin ks the quaintes t choir- bird f a are O all the birds th t .

A dozen little Gra ss- birds m Alon g m y lattic e ca e , ass- s All With their proper p word , Ea c h with his family nam e ico- la ta Their chief, the P P , an Of anc ient Sp ish fame .

and In black and white yellow, h e A rich Canary u , no s and o With c heery te , mell w, - r fle w The H oney Creepe , ld - And p e rc hed on m y o pipe rack, r e To j oin the m erry c w .

43 a These , y, and many, many a r s A h ppy bi d be ide, Sang joyously nor any

Ga ve heed to how I sighed ,

- A listening to their lilting, n That might ot be denied .

- And still I la y a dreaming, . And m ni n our g on my bed , all s a am n Till the ea t w s be i g, And half th e west was red o am a n A C libri c e fl shi g, ' And hovered o e r my head .

Vermilion tiny ringlets Looped in a golden crest

Two ruby flam e s for winglets , nd a A tiny opal bre st,

So busily it bickered ,

Nor might a moment rest .

n Ah , wi ged gem , no sadness Might ever dwell with you An s s a s ec ta y, a m dne s, m a n n Dull ort ls ever k ew, Roared like a fairy furnace n Your rushi g pinions through .

s -flashin h — Ro e g , ery darting, n a — Passio or ngel bid , o e s a nd It t uched my ey , smarting In o orb and dr ws y lid, I saw a sudden glory n s n From commo vi io hid .

Blue was the sky with millions Of souls in azure sheen a n Star spoke to star, d trillions Of voices sang between A n ever- ending present Was as the past had been

44 - s a A top of an old t ble, M n n a o y wi dow e r bel w, o as was a Loud , l ud , he ble, A coc k began to crow r My mo ning vision ended, nd o A left me to my w e .

E NOT S .

u aose d a n n at S p to h ve bee beholde Pointe Baleine . This ' is anotfie r production belongin g to the e riod of Scribbler s — — n n h is a in a s C . e nd mour i g for comr de rm . f ge VIII . Here, n a h is is s n it is otice ble , grief more re ig ed .

’ L En a nt est our uel ue chose f y p q q , (the Child h as some . n W 1th 1t n a thi g to do ) , the Cou t decl red .

a n s n a s n - s n Cert i ly the de criptio of loc l o g bird , co stituting a n n s is a not sa the m i i tere t of the poem, pl yful, to y humorous, in n . is na a to e It exceptio lly ccurate too . Why ! For a very s as n an a n s imple re o ; the Child beg collectio of wild bird , and Scribbler h ad to study wha t he was writing about— a thing s he very eldom troubled to do .

— olibri i . e . n s n n C , , hummi g bird . The de criptio give cor s n s Trochilus M oschitus — a B re po d to , the ruby hued v riety . y a a s n — s n a n the bye, the theory bout tropic l o g bird bei g pl i and n n a a s n coloured freque ti g cultiv ted p rt , while gaudy o es are songless or utter only ra ucous cries and belong to the Ma na He no was a n . na w ju gle, etc , origi ted with the g te . , , n a a s a a -na as ccur te ob erver . Rem rk bly good tured too a rule . n a and in his s s far Whe Scribbler stole the ide put it ver e , from being a ngry the old man seemed quite bucked Scribbler as a a H n h is i n ana a w f vourite with him . e k ew people C d , a a in a an s n who, it c me out l ter, were more import t po itio a an n a n n th n yo e would ha ve im gined who o ly k ew Scribbler . ee n (S Lege d XXVII) .

Ma na n He n a as The g te ever liked me . prete ded to f ll leep as ifi d ra tores incessores when I explained how birds were cl s e p , , rasores and n on a n n s n , etc . ; o ce, the voy ge, whe he fou d me itti g on as s . deck with the Child, he w po itively rude, I thought

45 - how a as d a - an a s a Chow c , li y cle (bec u e he her lds the " M n s a n s a n . d w ) , or ocki g Thru h, re lly a ki d of thru h A a n s and -be-d i nifie d wa remarkable v riety of ote , would g y of - — a a fii h ts . how ch strutting bout, with funny little h lf g C ow is a n n his a his a phonetic re deri g of c ll to m te .

- E n s God bird . verybody k ow the old rhyme ! Robin ’ and nn n are s and h e n is Redbreast Je y Wre God cock . It h nd s n ana s in s n s s curious to omethi g logou the We t I die . Note ” a s s a rather loud for ch mber mu ic, which, however, he peci lly a s cultiv te .

ca ma r . s is an a n j a more of oper tic fellow, goi g up . Thi nd a a and e tt1n in a up chrom tic lly, g g very excited the process . . Long tail tipped W 1th wh 1te .

Gra ss-bird s So called be cause th e y feed on grass seeds a O a s fam 1l s W 1th n numerou y, mo t of them pretty little otes .

P -P la ta - a is a - as ico Silver be k, re lly a high cl s per are na s s s n former . They pug ciou little bird , de pite their Fre ch ‘ " ci e e ici n patois nickname Ci Z b . C mea s little fellow or e an s e e e e puny thing ; Z eb st d for d s h rb s . (Se Oiseaux de ' " ’ Ile la n a ar A. L e otaud . d Es a ne 1 l de Tri id d, p Port p g , 866, page

H ne - ree er S a erier n n s o y C p or ; very commo , ote cheery,

not e ar a a s . a s a though (to my ) p rticul rly weet R ther m ller , as w1ld ana but same colour, the c ry . LOS COTORROS ‘

s ni na me or the The Pa ra kee t , the Spa sh f Five

” a s so 1 My d ughter, my daughter, what make you fair

Your mother a nd sisters they en vy you so, a ar oh a Beca use of your be uty bew e , , bew re ’ a nd m Your mother s a witch, will work you so e woe .

a a a We ve, mother Weave, mother We ve it new " n s a s to Stro g be the pell our will the deed . nd h e ll She wove a s wove, but the weft a ran through , nd s c a on a A the mi hief c me back the we vers instead .

s s o a 3 What are tho e feather on y ur he d , mother n e e r They never, they ever were th r befo e nos oh ro s and 1t ro s And the hook in your e , , it g w g w Ancl o n m — as y u"re gree , other green the weed by the sil ore

' Mother ! Ca w Sister S1ste r a w a w And you, C , c fin e rs a as r Your g , l , they are tu ning to c laws Ca w s s w c w a , your are the ame Ca , a , What shame so s s a w To be caught our elve then a chorus of C s.

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a a Oh , look at the p r keets , father ! So strange a sight I never saw N Ca w ca w ca w r , , D ive them out , daughter Out to the se a there let them ca w

47 But the weft of the spell h ad been woven too well As a - a n a c wi g they fled , oh, it ch nged them anew, ’ Into rocks mid the seas ; and their feathers turned trees s as They are green to thi day the day that they fle w .

E NOT S .

s an s a a six D s a The Five I l d re re lly . The evil mu t h ve n in a n n a an bee hurry whe he cou ted them . Th t, yhow, was ’ s On a n s — a n Scribbler theory . wh t grou d f Re d the Lege d . s e e a nna a n a There you will how n u tur l mother, e cour ged by a n a s a a her pl i d ughter , tried to bewitch the be uty of the f mily . " n D a n ss n n an s hi The Pri ce of rk e , bei g a ge tlem , refu ed s aid a nd a d s s s ns a , bewitched mother n ugly i ter i te d .

D s n n and We thin k the better of the evil for thi i cide t, forgive 0 h 1 a a a a a a s otorras fl as s rithmetic l in ccur cy . P r keet (C ) y f t .

— and Caledonia must be the mother . All hump backed ” " ” ” a n L anne an an a wry . Nels o , g , Rock, Pelic , Cr ig, in as two s a n follow order of s ize . The l t mu t h ve bee mere ’ fla e rs at ss on a a n 9 is pp the time . Le guilty th t ccou t Well, it a 1 a s o n are a ch r t ble to uppose s . A yhow, they the two f vourite s s -d a re ort to y .

XIII . THE SOUCOUYEN OF SOB OR.

I .

ouc ou e n Sod r w Oh , the S y of o , it as an evil Sprite ; s a a sse all It lept w y the ble d day, it wrought ill the night . flam e a fl in A ball of , along it c me , y g without a wind And n s whe it bur t , that thing accurst, it smote the n n steersma bli d .

oucou e n od or wa Oh, the S y of S s the terror of the coast 1

2 . " - Ma - h The Iesus ria Iose, s e hailed from Pampatar s a It sent her on the cruel rock , aw y by Balata. “ " San of u an an The Pedro Car p o , the S ta Fe of Sais . And many more it drove on shore and perished in like

o n d r Oh, the Souc uye of So o , it was a gruesome ghost 1

3 .

was Sod or n s fie nd n There a lown in tow , thi i habited .

H e slept away the blessed day, a t night he lay for dead ; a nd fi Now they have taken that lifeless lown , put re to ’ his toe s A burning match they made him clutch and sore they n i n s wru g h s o e . ’ n d r tis Oh, Soucouye of So o , time to be at home

4 .

They racked him here , they racked him there, his blood was all a - froth - n a and flew his A ball of flame a flyi g c me , m at mouth . ’ n a n an The sore , then sore th t low g roar, for mercy sore he cried ; But they ha ve taken the miscreant and drowned him in

the tide . And the Souc ouye n of Sod or since then h as ceased to roam !

49 NOTES .

— Has a This is a Henry . the re der forgotten the dus k onc-e cd com ound e r of intoxicants r (See Legend ount h a as an a on ou ou The vouched for him uthority S c ye ns . was one No doubt he . Scribbler, however, seems to me to ha ve a in a at a jumped the tr ck, p rt le st .

s a s a na ss s A piou l dy, who h ll be mele , u ed to go to four ' Mass a a in a sh e a n s o clock . P llid , cl d bl ck, glided lo g the treet .

n s a n n s . n Two egroe , w tchi g, co cluded the wor t Next mor ing, la in a and s n n ns a they y w it, , with the be t i te tio , be t th e old a n a a l dy e rly to de th .

h a was n n a soucou en . is T t their co ceptio of y It , we believe, — ' the common one Ta m 1scre ant who ta kes somebody else s s kin and s a m i sch 1e f goe bout m it to do .

' s Soucou e n s Scribbler y , like Scribbler him elf, must be ’ na H is a borrow1n an n s s origi l . e bove g yo e kin . He disguis es s as a fire s s m e n n him elf a b ll of , which trike bli d .

s n s a s ! a s True, the que tio would eem to ri e Wh t doe the orthodox Souc ou ye n do with his own s kin while masquerading ' s f s a a s at in somebody els e Pre um bly he le ve it home . On ' n s so n the body it belo g to . If much be co ceded, Scribbler s a nan a a a n conception m a y hold w ter I im te, like de d thi g, the s no a n n n s deserted body feel p i ; o ly whe the pirit returns, a ns sn ss is s and and flie s in t the mouth, co ciou e re tored, there a is a piteous appe l for mercy .

’ - Sodor i .e . Sa ut d Ea u a a . a on th e as , , e , w ter f ll A pl ce co t, la e north of Maraca s V1l g .

' a r ano an s s n n in a B a la td . C tzp Sp i h word e di g vowel or s generally have the accent on the penult but exceptions a re ’ - n s 1n na a na s e . . a a a P s a ni umerou tive pl ce me , g B l t , oto i, C ro , '

a a aru an . Boyac a, Cumana, P ri , C p o

THE E E - E PR SBYT R AND THE PITCH M N.

The Presbyter lay on a lordly bed , ’ A silken canopy hung o er his head His s as cheek were plump , his nose w red, And h ad he an eas y conscience .

A silvery sound the stillness broke

The clock kept striking, stroke on stroke . A t the twelfth , the Presbyter awoke H e n woke with an eas y conscie ce .

P a x vob scum a i , thrice he s id Wha t do these Ghosts about m y bed f

The Presbyter was not afraid , n Because of his eas y co science .

fir The st Ghost , he began to sa y All we were dwellers a t L a Brea far The Presbyter wished them away, In n spite of his eas y co science .

B y L a Brea Church we slept full sound, n was For the grou d , we thought, holy ground ;

An odour of sanctity wrapped us round , s n And we had an eas y con cie ce .

But m en they came with picks and staves nor s e s They dug the pitch , par d our grave , And carried our bodies over the waves Can they have an eas y conscience

In New York our remains were bought

B . y a Syndica te, which heeded nought Bones or pitch é— Not worth a thought I

They seldom have a conscience .

si m a They smashed us up to pieces s ll, and s - s s S kull cro s bone , leg and all ’ We re mix ed up quite beyond recall ' It s really beyond all conscience

u They wear s out in various modes, s s o s For ome are roof , and s me are road We labour under heavy loa ds

The waggons have no conscience .

' nd A so we ve come across the seas, To try and get a little eas e ’ ' R r n e s Tis high, high time, as Your e v e c see , ” n n To deal with us i co science .

’ The Presbyter s voice rang like a bell ’ There s a bigger Pitch La ke down in nn — a For si ers a y, and slackers s well And the Devil h as no conscience

E ach of us h as his work to do, as s I Pre byter, you as you l A ghostly work, and a tempora too , n Which calls for an eas y conscie ce .

’ Think, men, twas not for some paltry pence — n s But piles of dollars lea ve out the ce t . Bargain 5 What l— such as a man of sense

Accepts with an easy conscience .

Our island pitch h as quite a name ’ itc d l s We p he you in, so it s a l the ame

You may think of yourselves as men of fame ,

And still have an eas y conscience .

Your bodies were grown so much like pitch , The Lord alone knew which was which ’ a and now it s The Church w s poor, rich h a And it s an eas y conscience .

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’ ’ You ve helped the Church , you ve blessed the poor novsi None need beg from door to door . I only wish we h ad some more ’ I d s a till have an e s y conscience .

Go oa s and back to your r d , back to your roofs . You mer1t more s evere reproofs ' But by serving we ll the world s behoofs s l a a You may ti l h ve n eas y cons cience .

o ss G s s a - S he ble ed the ho t with a he rt a glow . a s nd They whimpered their th nk , a turned to go. It c heered their hearts at least to know ' They d been sold with an eas y conscience .

E NOT S .

An -d a- a n An —d a- Auto fé c rolled the Cou t . Auto fé ! ’ a n h ad one s a n We h ve t thi ye r . High time to begi . We mus t " ot anc1e nt s s a n s n let cu tom f ll i to de uetude .

An o—d a- é a n n n and Aut fé f ltered Scribbler, tur i g gree

’ a n an —d a-fe and n s his Cert i ly, Auto l the Cou t, de pite ’ - a n a s . D n n bulk, jumped rou d like chool boy o t you k ow our Spanis h laws are in force é An yone ma king fun of a priest is " n a Sa nbenito s n s n n s . burnt, i , with mo t i tere ti g ceremo ie

a his kn s n in But, but, but, f ltered Scribbler, ee k ock g ’ _ ‘ ' — — m m m m an sn a s . H e s n a together, y i t prie t o ly P— p— Presbyter

a all a n n H e h ad gone to visit the Pitch L ke . There, of m ki d n n a na an he e cou tered Chi m .

n En s s Trinida d is a land of many natio alities . gli h, Wel h, x ann s an s Canad 1ans an s Scotch, Irish , Man men , Ch el I l der , , Y k , n an n ans an a s s Fre ch, Corsic s, Ve ezuel , Sp i rd , Portugue e, Col a a ns Chilians Ni cara uans om bians , Costa Ric ns, Peruvi , , g ,

5 3 ar a ans D e m e rarians a n ans ince lon Mexicans, B b di , , Tob go i , V a ans and ove rflow s n an s an s ians , Jam ic , the of other We t I di I l d , D an s D n ss— no an no ans Italians, e , utchme , Swi , th k God, Germ — s ans s s and a s of a s Swede , Norwegi , Pole , Czech Sl v v riou ns ss ans s s ans a s a hyphe , Ru i , Negroe , Jew , Syri , C rib ( few I a as n an — a a r w le rn) , E t I di s third of the whole popul tion eel i nese .

— — — M s s e s n s and s n . o tly hop kee r , the Chi e e rum provi io d n1ld 1n n o Which e n of the g Scribbler we t to , we will n t surm 1se .

' a s n n and Anyhow, out of the Celesti l u i telligible gutturals a ns h e c once 1v e d — n s n — a gesticul tio , erro eou ly, beyo d doubt th t _ a churchyard a djoining p1tc h- lands h ad been See the Legend

’ -d a - ot as a sted Auto fe or n , Scribbler w well ro . The Count ad no So a a fla s h mercy . gr phic lly did he picture the me , a a s finall so liber lly pile up the f ggot , the Child too , y, believed . ’ ’ D id sh e flinch 1 Was sh e frightened s sir ! No, Heaps of girls go through life looking for their chance to n s now be heroines . The Child fou d her right . Sta ke f She would go to a dozen sta kes with her beloved

Scribbler . a it She w s the stuff to do , too . n s a h ad n n n The Cou t, who e f ce bee like sto e, softe ed n an i st tly . ‘ ss ma chere sa a n a Ble you, , he id, p tti g her he d, you a an one s a ar on a a will be a br ve wom of the e d ys . You e e lre dy . ’ They are wrong to call you The Child We won t ha ve n s — a Scribbler bur t thi time for your s ke .

He n was all a a . H a He ever told them it ho x e cle red out . . as s n w Wi e, the Cou t . Would I ha ve bee wise too ! When the Magnate came n . 1nnoce nce d 1d not s a 1115 a home, my ve me from wr th . J’ a hte r hoa xed ! My daughter made a fool of od u ‘ a 1 ns 1 h 1m se lf a ese-ma est The rel t o p to m de it l j é . His an a a n n n l gu ge thre te ed to bri g dow the roof. Mrs . Ma na ss in a s . was a in and g te di olved te r A doctor c lled , ordered Ch l ld a n the to bed . She rem i ed there for a fortnight .

n a a . sa and The Cou t wrote letter of pology I did the me, n a n we t to Tob go for the rou d trip .

- Some a re roo s e tc . and a a n a r f , Roof ro d m ki e the principal s s n a a a i purpo e for which Tri id d sph lt is app e d .

S4 PAOUA' S BAY .

’ s Paoua A lady walk at s Bay, A lady passing fair s are s sa Her eye grey her tep , they y, Is h t as n a lig the eveni g i r . ' so So light, light, mid the pale moonlight, a a a a Does th t f ir l dy p ss, You cannot hea r the least footfall n as O the gravel or the gr s . Oh the la dy is passing fair

Yet few, I ween, would care to meet That lady passing fair n bar a an d A d to her w y bid her stay, an Is more th the boldest dare .

Why should it be i She is fa ir to se e , And never a word sh e says Her look is a s mild as a blessed child ' That prays for Mary s grace . Oh the lad y is passing fa ir

” What makes the blood run c hill with fright e a a What m kes the heart beat fast .

The moonbeam s pla y 15 clear as day, Yet neve r a shadow 1s cas t B y tha t lady fair and her gossamer hair Floats upward to the skies n n a a d l In a e dless stre m , n i s gone ike a dream n And the lady 1s go e likewise . Oh the lady is passing fair 1 E NOT S .

at i n B a in Anse is the French o s equivale t of y , the sense ’ - h at im l1e s a s . at L An of a bathing sta tion . p hou e But se Paoua there 15 no hous e !

n h ad a s a a a n Scribbler, evide tly, picked up tory bout h u ted

n n not a na . house, but bee bou d over to reve l the true me a h ad h ad a s n s B y the w y, the Child gho tly experie ce hortly

s one an . At Gas are e . and Mrs before . A curiou , yhow p She . ’ n d wil l s n s Ma gnate were sta yi g at Goo e Bay . No e of the re t a h ad n se e of our rty were there . Scribbler go e to the Pitch a th a na ns ne w s s in L ke, e M g te to i pect a gu her omewhere the

a n and so on . na a n Montserr t regio , The Child, tur lly e ough ,

a r s sh e was s s . D ss felt solit ry . O el e out of ort epre ed anyway . a n s a sh e a an One morning, h vi g lept b dly, got up e rly d took ” a na in a a s wa 0 . n . a bo t med, r ther illy y, the He ry

h ad a one - na n We eyed butler med He ry, it will be remem ee n in n n n bered (s Lege d III) . While we were tow , He ry co trived " e t n 0 . n n s an s to g drow ed out of the He ry, u der circum t ce wh 1 n a a n a on ch were ever very cle rly expl i ed, but prob bly c

d a a n all n h ad . s ne cte with f ili g we k ew he Poor fellow, he u ed s n ain n h is s s soucou ns to be mo t e tert i g with torie of ye , d ou nnd and all s a his nd e es, etc . , we felt very orry bout e .

s n s s s a Well, the Child mu t eed elect thi bo t, which, it will n h ad a it a nd se t a ss be see , little luck bout , out to row cro to the main island somewhere eas t of the Floating D ock There are a n s s a a a is on good ma y hou e bout there . Nor Vill e , s a s a the re t h ve e c ped my memory .

’ " One a a a n n . Som e thin St Ma ttr cted her tte tio like . ry s, " was s n s a t her de criptio , but with a de erted ook bout i . A lad at a n n in an s wi dow becko ed to her excited ort of way, an thin king sh e needed assistance the Chil d landed and ran

a s a . sa a up hort p th to the door There the me l dy, in a loose a s as n ans a a wr pper uch Ve ezuel we r, met her, wildly gita ted, and our d a flood an s e forth of Sp i h, of which the only pa rt ca ug t by the Child was the word d esgra cia repeated many s n n s n s a time over . Co cludi g omethi g di gr ceful must be in s n not an o in th a que tio , the Child did w t to g but e l dy dra gged n a a an s - in n a her i to bedroom, where Sp i h look g ge tlem n, only a ss la on floor an n and h lf dre ed, y the , mo i g writhing in apparen t n ago y .

n him n n n The Child be t over . He was evide tly u co scious s n n an s a — h e w of her pre e ce . She tur ed to the Sp i h l dy lo, s as n ! n i n and ass n go e The , the Ch ld got frighte ed p ed i to the n n n find s ext room, thi ki g to omeone there . The room was

56 - . M and a a sh e ran a n empty ore more l rmed, to the l ndi g place, ' s an n a pr g i to the bo t, rowed across to Good wille s in frantic as a a h te, g ve the bo tmen the medicine chest and a bottle of brandy and bade them hurry to the house— d escribin g it as s sh e - to a ass s an a be t could give wh tever i t ce w s possible .

The boatmen did not seem to understand what hous e sh e an n me t ; however they we t . The Child, utterly exhausted by f s in n a la n a her e fort pulli g the bo t, y dow nd fell into a deep s n n a sh e h ad not s lee K owi g th t lept well for some time, her e r not s a n mot did di turb her till pretty l te in the after oon . ' n sh e so s first n a a Whe did , the Child i quiry w s with reg rd to an a was as s the Sp i rd . How he f W he till living f

Spaniard f The boatmen h ad seen no Spaniard No house h a a ans n d ri n either, for t t m tter, weri g to her e sc pt1o . They h ad as s an n a ked everywhere, but there eemed to be e tire de rth an in n of sick people of y sort the eighbourhood .

a a n h ad n a as a a s n n L ter, we le r ed there bee c e of d tur poi o i g o a s a s n a n one of the isl nd the ye r before, among ome Ve ezuel s . " n P as d e notre mond e n a and on h l S a , the Cou t decl red dvice n a a n oi the incident was ever g in spoke .

an d es ra cia n n s not The Sp ish word g , be it me tio ed, doe really mean d isgra ce at all ; it means an a ccident or m is s a n s n was as fortune . The lady mu t h ve bee prote ti g it a c e of a n a s n n are a a a s a s ccide t l poi o i g . There m ny d tur tree bout the e a a a ns an n a an ba ys, though, p rt from th t i t ce, I ever he rd of y a body being h rmed by them .

5 7 E D E ' D U N S MEAD .

t a ll n e Nigh f o th Seashore .

h a When the sun s sunk to rest, — no s — in Somewhere who k w f the wes t, ’ O er yon fairy dome that marks the cres t Of the towerin g Spanish Main And s kies erewhile in crimson drest

Doff their mantle, and in plain Hodden— grey a re clad a gain ' ss s When the darkne gin to thicken, of (Ah , that hour doom, is a Then it sweet b bes do sicken, s an s s B y cur t necrom cer tricken, a o To their e rly t mb) , And lifeles s things beseem to quicken ’ Mid the growing gloom l s n s See , a ong the helvi g trand,

Over shingle, over sand, n Over cruel rocks, u meet

For little toddling feet, n n One by o e , or ha d in hand Tiny figure s steal along

In a shadowy band . o With ut father, without mother,

Without God to bless, Close they cling to one another l In their help essness .

Such as dead ages, nd n In lust a i crime , Have writ in the pages

Of pitiless time,

Such, suc h are these creatures formed out of ’ earth s slime .

’ Formed of earth s slime, ’ And se t forth on life s path, Brief was the time Of your sinnin g yet hath The senten ce gone forth that condemned you

to wrath .

' e d D u n es Song .

se e Come away, brother 1 Come and

How the mist is yellow over the moon, se a And the long, long roll coming in from the H — n h as se t the Bell buoy playi g is tune . ’ - — e Ding dong Ding dong . Tw re sweet to be A Bell- bugoy swinging out on the se a — Others are merry but never we .

w Look, look, sis ter ! There , far a ay, The waves are gathering more and more ;

Soon the reef will be hid with spray,

And the waters flow free from shore to shore . ’ a s Twill be merry so, for the w ter , to flow a t se a Now in the Boca, now out to ; — They may make merry but never we .

60 s s Brother, i ter, listen well no We feel breeze , but the air is humming s is n a The mi t tor , nd the wa ters swell a a n Al ck, al ck, the rai is c oming . B l n s o y the o g grey h re of the angry se a , " ss ss o Homele , comfortle g we .

ha ca cha ca re Its ha n in As e C C g g p cts.

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n On Chacachacare , whe the nights are starry, The north wind pla ys a tun e ’ a fid d l O er the g p in the middle , like the bow on a e , n And it runs in an e dless rune . n Ever and ever a d ever the same, Yet ever the lilt is new ; ’ Tis the song of the deep , and the winds that sweep ' a n n O er its le gues of c ha gi g blue, n Where the Witch of the Sea alo e sits sh e , And her magic cauldrons brew ; And the meteors strea m like the steely gleam Oi her locks blown loose on the breeze And bright as d a y is the silvery bay

That laughs to the outer seas . a e a Fair, fair as by day the w vel ts pl y, And flash in the charmed night ; And e so oft over each wave , com they never , n m An elfan rai bow glea s aloft, Al ' l ma de of the moonbea m s light . But it is not so when the Duendes come ar The stars are gone , the winds e dumb ; ' m The moon on the horizon s ri ,

Through a wa tery haze looks dwarfed and dim . n o Now, in the hush of the Witc hi g h ur, a a a an s The w ters re silent, the he dl d lower And rocks and shadows and woods conspire n In dim fu ereal attire, And leaden hue ’ an To m tle o er the cheerful view .

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D uend es B a ll .

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e Brothe rs, sist rs, heed the call, a At your liking, t your leisure ' Dance , dance in the Duendes ball

Without music, without measure n Foot it bravely, little o es all , u Let s make belief of pleasure .

t A your liking , at your choosing, s h o Come who will , tay w would sta y

Nor complying, nor refusing h Matters , let w o will obey . ' n s n l m Laughi g weepi g, winning s os g ,

In our mockery of pla y .

In our play, as in our dances, all is All is empty, show an Void of ch ge , secure from chances , Ever driven to and fro

Naught decreases, naught enhances a Our sh re assured of weal or woe .

Ah , our weal is grief unending,

- - Life in death , a lengthened trance There alone is no pretending n Fris k it, Due des, fris k and prance

Big ones little ones befriending ,

Cheerly come, and join the dance .

h e W y Th y a re D oomed .

a Oh , mother, wh t may Duendes be i And were they little ones once like we

Mother Angels and blest Saints be near us Hush s hu h, my child , who knows wh o hear us é

Were they born of real mothers f

” Mother s i A Heaven a n the child y, of what others f

Cradled and kissed , and wrapped and

tended, From every thought of harm defended 5 s l Oh, did their mother ove them true , ’ And they love them, as I love you 9

f — a n e s Mother (asid e) What folly is in it D rli g, y

a o o ss . It must h ve been s , m re or le — h e be A mother must love , who so s , ’ o- How vile s e er , The little child that climbs her knee h And cla ims er care . It is but the sign of the blessed cross

In its las t hour, To save it from eternal loss ’ And the Devil s power . s But the Devil , oh he walk cunningly,

With aspect mild, se a Al ong the shore of the treacherous , O r in the wild

(Where ra vin e lurks in ca ve and tree) ,

To sna re the child . s Too late the mother, in de pair, Besieges heaven with plaint and prayer a Too l te , too late ’ Her child is gone to the de mons lair ” In the ha nds of hate .

63 NOW p ow s so shame , hame , mother dear, The l 1ttle Ch l ld was not to blame l

Mother Nay, but the mother was , my dear, And is that nigh the same . ’ d h as Tis Go Himself se t a shore, Where they are bid to dwell ; ' And he wh o would the gulf bridge o er i In danger s of hell . n - - Alack a d well a day, If one should c ross your way ! a Say, s y your prayers in haste and dread , ' And ma ke God s blessed sign ; ' r O ere the morrow you ll be dead , ” And your soul will be in tyne .

a Wa t h Sa t n in c .

7 . l i Th e Ange us had toned ts chime, a The cott ge lights been lit a time ,

And dew lay thick on the grass like rime .

a The wind w s still, the se a scarce heard Fa r out on the shore not a th 1c ke t st1rre d

Till the silence broke in the note of a bird .

Loud it came in the hush of night, Strident and strange— a sound that might was Affray, but not a cry of affright .

A thrill it sent through the ceibas tall,

Where they stretched their boughs like a leafy pall, — It seemed it seemed like a signal call .

Why should signal call be made n Somethi g comes through the tangled glade , ’ ti n But s o ly the form of a tiny maid .

n A thi g of joy, a heavenly sprite,

Tha t threads the gloom by some inner light . ’ C What does sh e here 1n the lonesome night .

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' r Ma id en s Praye .

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Fa ther, sh e prayed , Thy will be done , one But let my soul be pledge for , ’ For Jesus sake, Thy only Son .

on He was a sinless child earth ,

Perfect and pure from His holy birth ,

Yet others too H e deemed of worth .

r For when His followe s forbade , n and He called to the little o es said, ’ It was of such tha t heaven was made .

t Awhile to sa ve one from i s doom , a n In that rueful realm ! th t la d of gloom, 1n 1ts Lord, le t me suffer room .

A little While to feel the bliss ' ’ Of a fa ther s arms , a mother s kiss, n Ah , gra t it only, only this

Wh verhea rd o O .

(An angel listened, Marvelling n A tear gliste ed, On flashing wing

It sprang to heaven as rainbows spring .

A miracle ran G t , of Thy might Her prayer fulfil This very nigh t Let a child of woe be a child of light

66 But the Devil , too, Her prayer h ad heard He mocked and flew As an evil bird s s That cent a prey when the night is stirred . )

e H e On th Way om .

Now, the pathway homeward wending, n To left, to right, uncertain bendi g,

Her prayer still ran on without ending .

Sta y, what is there in the narrow track 5 — A helpless babe look, look, alack, Its limbs are maimed, its feet bent back

Its look is raised to the heedless sky Its face 15 woe , but it makes no cry

A tear i s standing 1n either eye .

Its garment floats like a tattered cloud That is swept from view when the wm d s are loud ' n s s Oh God , it looks like an infa t hroud A m a ris Co p on.

nd l Child a chi d . Alike f Ah , no

One pure, through Christ, as the driven snow n a a oe And one condem ed, w if of w .

n a O e fresh from font and h llowed cell, With saints and angels fit to dwell

The other, a denizen of hell .

a Oh, fate severe Oh , woeful pl ce, ’ For demons e en And se e , tha t fa ce r fit r We e te for a child of grace .

Eternal woe What grief was there In 1ts great eyes and p1te ous a1r . fi fin In n1te , 1n 1te d e spa1r

' ' l A look ne er seen neath earth y s kies, Where th e gleam of the glow—worm never dies ' l - ho e The g ow worm p that shines in men s eyes .

Wha t a B a be D a r Do e .

1 3 .

A little child is Wiser far Than learned theologians are ’ They puzzle o er the things to do o s It kn w the thing, and does it too . A little child can be more brave Tha n those wh o greatest powers have And heaven oft 1n joy h as smiled O n s the fooli hness of a holy child .

n The little maid o tarry made , No time took sh e to be afra id ss Heedle of dangers and of harms, as n She cl ped the Duende i her arms .

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Ah , surely this must be a land, ' Fashioned for babes by Jesus hand H a As e promised long go, H e ss n When ble ed them dow on earth below .

See, He looks smil ing from above ’ On l n s la n chi dre p y in this la d of love .

H er Memor y .

i ’ There s a spot by Tinta s shore, It stands for all the world to se e ' m n — r The hum i g bi d oft poises o er, ’ And flow re ts tempt the honey bee n The lilac sce ts the tranquil air, The cassia c asts its shower of gold ' n The ple teous foison of God s care , Bourgeons in splendours manifold ’ a a la All that D me N ture s p can hold .

’ a la an All th t Dame Nature s p c hold, Of sweets and virtues here combine ' O er ceda r fair and camphor old ' in flo rin Pours cascade the w g vine . The murmur of the la ughing wa ve ’ n n s Runs e dless o , like Childhood song

The stealing deer, with aspect grave , a and a s n Comes here to g ze , t rrie lo g, A n n s if this spot could k ow o wrong .

A n s if this spot could k ow no wrong,

To beast, or insect , bird or flower, No ra vening tribe bring feud among The habitants of such a bower So so a on formed for joy, f shi ed fair, n The cy osure of all around, No r eye may g ieve , no sorrow wear It n n s a tic cloak with cypress bou d,

But memory whispers Holy ground .

70 Memory whispers Holy ground, And points with loving care the spot on a Where ce little maid was found , s n a o - - Her cho e n me F rget me not . ' n Ay, e er forgotten shall sh e be , While grudging time on his dusty roll i s e b O dull thing that hav ceased to e , Still guards the simple cross and scroll l " A ittle babe that saved a soul .

E NOT S .

Scribbler a dopted the Spanish form of the word " end e a e at e nd n s hi n D u . The voc l the evide tly uited s li es a s n a s s so a a n n s l o the Fre ch p toi form look pp lli g whe pelt, " e e s s n s n is d ou nnd . Gho t of u chri te ed children of course ’ an n D n s M a so n the me i g . ue de e d ( amed by Scribbler a nd the Child on the ground of some fancied resemblance a n s at an in i ni a to f iry ri g home) , s g fic nt depression ad ’ n n L a n a a a a a in no wa ustifie s joi i g Ti t , Ch c ch c re , y j Scribbler s s n s in is a de criptio while the tory, my belief, n absolute n n inve tio .

F a ir d ome tha t r a rks the crest is a y . There dome . n rather l e an1ng to one Side— m the s ky- line of the Mounta1ns o a a s a a of P ri , which form uch romantic b ckground to the as Se e n Boc ( Lege d VIII) .

ha ca cha ca re D o - island is s s an C . g this uppo ed to me . s s L a n a n it a D in The i thmu of Ti t dividi g , the g the middle a n a n a a-le v e l is striki g fe ture, bei g little bove s e ; while the n on an a s an is portio which the Rom C tholic Church t ds high , and on the east the island rises s uddenly to an e xtraord inar a a - o 800 a se a— ltitude, with light house n the top , feet bove leve

F ee t bent ba k s n s a r be . c . Twi ted rou d it hould r the c a a a s a ue e a You n lw y tell d nd by this peculi rity . Avoid it n ss a a a a wa lk ba ck u on whe po ible , but if it ctu lly b rs your w p t n n a a nd on 5 ould e rs . In s i , tur i g your he d left right your thi a its n s a a t w y feeli g will be hurt, prob bly through sugges ed an its a a and an s resembl ce to m lform tion , it will v i h . " S q n ua n o a nta Fé a n na n j f S . We h ve bee u ble to ide tify th 1 s saint .

71 hosen na me s n in n na s . s C . Creole i dulge ma y me A mo t unattra c t1v e elderly black lady once e xpla1ne d to me that her na as s a nd s na som e th 1n s pet me w uch uch, her motto me g el e, a — a s nd re lly I forget the re t .

ross a nd scroll is n n s at C . There othi g of the ort ' ’ D n a s is an s a s ue des Me d . Thi other of Scribbler cr m .

L imbo i . e . limbus in a nt um ans . Scrib , , f i of the theologi as a a s in a se t on as s bler, who w lw y hurry, to work the b i of a s n Had ns a loc l s uper titio . he troubled to co ult the C tholic En a a a h i a n cyclop edi , for ex mple , s views might h ve bee n a m od ifi d H e s a ae a n co sider bly e . write from medi v l poi t of o is n a a t s n view, s e titled to cl im the uthority of S . Augu ti e a nd an a s a n a n an s the Afric F ther , who held th t u b ptized i f t s a in s s a n in h re the po itive mi ery of the d m ed , though the s wa o a is s n milde t y, s th t their existence worth omethi g to s a a them, though query, how much 5 But it is right to t te th t n n s a o nn n a ma y ce turie g , Pope I oce t III rejected th t view, and was t as nas n followed by S . Thom Aqui , the A gelic " ’ D a a n an is a a octor, who decl red th t the i f ts limbo pl ce of ositiv e a n ss in is n a h ppi e , which the soul u ited to God by ’ inowle d e na a a a a g of Him proportio te to n ture s c p city . S von ’ a rola held that these infants souls will be united to glorious s at s n a nd a n a a bodie the Re urrectio , th t the re ov ted e rth, of t s a s a which S . Peter pe k (II Pet . iii, will be their h ppy n a n s an s s a a n s s dwelli g pl ce for eter ity . Prote t t , e peci lly C lvi i t , a n a a n an h ve ge er lly followed the h rsher Augusti i view, which was also maintained by Catholic theologians s uch as Bellarmin e and Bossuet ; but the preva iling view a mon g modern

a s is a limb. n is a a s a na a C tholic th t i f . pl ce or t te of perfect tur l a n ss a th E h ppi e . (C . nc s . v .

Glow-worm ho e n s n n p . Too remi i ce t of Poe . I poi ted His n ans was a un it out to . o ly wer p Well , O Scribbler ’ 1f 15 d ro os f And a as but it p p the Child l ughed , though h ad sa s n he id omethi g clever .

n n A d toilfully her trade se ds forth , Through all the rigours of the north (There the Venetian came to scan a The gr ndeur of the Sovereign Khan , And grea tly daring made h is way Cam balu Kinsa To and far y) .

as a n Al , he found earer West, Sa va ge and poor a nd all his quest Wa s now to go where gold might be n in s h o e Hidde ome t tropic s a , Where na ture from the torrid earth T o s ar s a c an w thy tribe g ve s ty birth , Wh o n without seeki g, without pains, En r s of n joyed the t ea ure her vei s . His a s hi ono ye r , s h urs, ill agreed With such a m ission yet the need n his c a s of To vi dicate l im old , And a prove the West a re lm of gold , ' o of a a c ar With s mething f ther s e, a on s to a C lled him till to do, d re .

an h a A breeze spr g up, is b rk sped on a n e in n Ag i he thank d the Three O e . Cool a irs revived his p antin g c rew n They blew, by day, by ight, they blew, a n an Till , s the su s k, glorious, red , ’ The wa tch s c r y r ang Land ahead 1 in Three pea ks, high the trembling air , r n Afa , gleamed more tha earthly fair And a 1 s the shore drew nearer, 0, m r one as as They e ged in v t b e below . " n T s a n Awe fell o all . wa pl i to s e e A m ira cle— the One in Three

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He h ad n ass s ns h ad a Ea bee ured , by per o who tr ded to the st , a a s s as th t the r rer object of commerce, uch gold, precious n and s s c h ic fl n in sto es, drugs pice , were y to be fou d the regions a a n a an s a d bout the equ tor, where the i h bit t were bl ck or ar kl and a n a a n l coloured ; th t, u til he rrived mo g peo e of suc n was not a nd o a complexio s, it prob ble he would fi t se rticles " in a a n an n a an a gre t bu d ce . The i h bit ts of Trinid d he found to be fairer than even those in the lands he h ad discovered n n a — n and a further orth, with lo g h ir, well proportio ed gr ceful "

s n s and a s s s . form , lively mi d cour geou pirit The climate a lso s and n a surpri ed delighted him . (W . Irvi g, p ge

Th ee eaks n s s r p . Commo ly uppo ed to be three of the M a s— a an n n s n orug hill h rdly yo e prete d to k ow which . The a D - Ins - n a ns a a a l te eputy ector Ge er l of Co t bul ry, Brierly, uthor n a n and h ad an of Tri id d h e Now, other theory . Columbus a a s an n - as in n ppro ched the i l d from the orth e t, the eighbourhood n a a a s a s in s an of Pu t de G ler ; the three highe t pe k the i l d , T ucuch e a an and t a a , Cerro N r jo A ipo, might therefore ppe r to in a s in a a a n wa at s e a him group , vi ible cle r we ther lo g y off . The common bas e would be the great northern range to which n a n thes e mou t ins belo g .

M a le ee n a an ir c . S W . s a ( Irvi g, p ge The i l d w s s on 1 5 t 1 di covered the 3 of July, 498. XVIII .

H ' M RAL EIG S CO INGS .

m - When Raleigh ca e at forty three , H e pla yed the very devil c a a t - r When Raleigh me forty th ee , H e plundered like a rapare e The Spanish dons entreated be In manner most uncivil a - r When Raleigh c me at forty th ee,

H e played the very devil .

n a ni He a chored in the C ro , And pounced on Puerto Grande a ni H e anchored in the C ro , The Spaniards all in fright did fle e n an c a a The I di s, they me ste lthily, With rum and sugar candy n in a i H e a chored the C ron , n n n And pou ced o Puerto Gra de .

a s The n tive told a woeful tale, About their Spanish m asters

The na tives told a woeful tale , Their virtues were of no avail a n a H lf were in hidi g , h lf in jail, Some h ad met worse disasters

The natives told a woeful tale , n About their Spa ish masters .

Berreo governed like a Turk , H e flogged sans interm ission

Berreo governed like a Turk, n n When Caribs disi c li ed to work, No grain of pity se em ed to lurk Within h is com position r Be reo governed like a Turk , H e flo e d s ns n ss n gg a i termi io .

77 1n Their good Caciques irons la y, And grievously tormented ;

Their good Ca c iques 1n irons lay, And Carib farms were a s a prey n To the rude Spa ish soldiery, ’ Whose rapine ne er relented

Their good Caciques in irons lay, n And grievously torme ted .

r Sir Walter hea d them heedfully, And urged them to resistance Sir Walter hea rd them heedfully ’ Hi n n s Virgi Mo arch o er the se a ,

Who champion was of liberty, H e promised her assistance r Sir Wa lter hea d them heedfully, nd a A urged them to resist nce .

The Spanish capital sacked h e , Slew many a bold soldado

The Spanish capital sa cked h e ,

He burnt it most dispiteously, ’ a And took Don Berreo o er the se , To search for El Dorado

The Spanish capital sacked h e ,

Slew many a bold soldado .

1 1 6 7 .

- — At sixty fiv e behold him come, rt um A very caput mo a . I His matchless Good Queen Bess S dead , And pawky Jam ie rules instead ; h s An age of gold as pa sed away, - And all the world 15 lea den grey . r Traitor convict , co rupt in blood, ' His fame become derision 5 food ; ' ' n s l s flown Youth s dreams , ma hood g orie , hi All, all except s courage gone .

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— n This quest for gold a vai pretence, Must a ggrava te his old offence s a so To e rch where he had ught before, n r And la ds alrea dy viewed explo e, n Pursue the pha tom chased of old , G Man his a The ilded , l nd of gold , l n And a l its wo ders, hawked about a s a a a B y begg red e m n, li r, tout, o As verities of h ly writ , To lure on fools to searc h for it hi n Such was s missio , he the gem ' Of Gloriana s diadem r The leader of h e revels, till Another pleased her better still n n - d o The poet k ight of derri g , s a a nd n Could deed chieve , si g them too n n h i Falle , i deed , must be s case, o s - oo - a To c me here on thi wild g se ch se, And sow the wind with toil and pain To reap a deadly hurricane

E NOT S .

a ree i . an s a ass n Rap , e . , Iri h robber ; cl of ge try with ‘ whom Raleigh must ha ve become intimately ac quainte d éfias a an in M n in 1 He Captain of Comp y of Foot u ster 5 80 . a a ss n n n assass na n a dvoc ted ruthle policy, exte di g eve to i tio , a n s and was a a m an all h is a s in de li g with the Iri h ; h rd d y ,

h is and a ss n ann s . In n a despite courtly c re i g m er Tri id d , when an a s a on a n n n a n the Sp i rd c me bo rd to buy li e , he e tert i ed them " n a n all n a ana n in ki dly, till he le r ed they k ew bout Gui ; the ,

n n s s a s n and s . the eve i g, urpri ed the g rri o put them to the word There h ad been provocation— eight of h is m e n ta ken in a an s a s a s D on n a Sp i h mbu h ; l o Berreo, the gover or, like R leigh m se lf n n an n in s a El D a h 1 , i te ded expeditio e rch of or do . To " a a a s n in a a n s in le ve g rri o my b ck, wrote Sir W lter, i tere ted sa n s a sa the me e terpri e, I should h ve voured very much of the " " So ac t a n asse . he preferred to like tiger . Even Ki gsley ann n At as a c ot defe d him . L t, p ge

79 and . s s an ana n s C y Thi eemed to me chro i m, but ' Scribbler quoted Sha kespea re Rivers candied o er with

s s a . frost, or ome uch m tter

a ci ues. See n s lac c t a C q Ki g ley . i . s to their treatment a 1ard by the Sp n s .

a t mortu m . n C pu u Stole from me by Scribbler . A m an n a as a as i or a under sente ce of de th, R leigh w , s ( w s) deemed to be civiliter mortuus and by another enga ging fiction of the law h is blood was corru t so a i kin deemed p , th t h s could not n h is s a ass n i herit, but e t te p ed to the Crow .

wk i . e . nn n a s n in n P a y , , cu i g . J me , bei g eed of money, o and it let Raleigh out of the Tower to g look for , on the condition (which Raleigh a ccepted) that he should interfere

no an s ss ss n . s was s ss with Sp i h po e io Thi obviou ly impo ible, a s a n n He is sa o a nd R leigh mu t h ve k ow it relied, it id, n ” a n s h ad n 1nto in S v a nd an v gue i trigue he e tered a oy Fr ce,

a n n . n s n which , however, c me to othi g Bei g ick with fever whe a n a a n s n n h is fiv e s a he re ched Tri id d, he rem i ed there, e di g m ll n in a a a n a n K m i vessels up the Ori oco ch rge of C pt i L wre ce e y s .

i son a was in a s fi ht S an1ard s . H s , W lter, killed bu h g with the p m is n a a Ke y , bei g bitterly repro ched by R leigh, committed and a na ns s a ns and n s uicide ; fter recrimi tio , he it tio muti y, n h i a n 6 Raleigh we t home to meet s f te . (E c . Brit . XXII, 8 9

’ e ea i e a ss a a and O er th s , . . , cro the Gulf of P ri , up the n n ana a n a Orinoco , i to the i terior of Gui , where tr ditio l ced n Man a n n s a ild e d the golden ki gdom of o , u der the ki g hip of " El D a Man, or do .

’ ‘ What s brighter than the levin- brand 2 ’ ’ What s louder than the thunder E ’ ’ hi Tis Spain s proud flags p blowing up,

Her timbers rent asunder . n She si ks, her Admiral sinks with her, ’ H e s flung h is life away

Now he sleeps sound (as he was wont) , In Chaguaramas B a y 1

d c l o Oh , Apo o ca s eeps s sound , ’ Who ll waken Apod oc ca 3

E NOT S .

Were falsification ever a dmissible in art— a suppos ition which personally we deny— it would doubtless be for the nin a a n s a is a r purpose of heighte g ctu l eve t . Th t wh t Sc ibbler tries to do here .

French privateers h ad been ma kin g the West Indies un asan En s an n En an s n ple t for gli h merch tme . gl d , therefore , e t a n a fl an s f and an out co sider ble eet, to which the Sp i h leet l d a no s an n forces could m ke effective resi t ce . U der the circum an s a A od oc ca n h is s s n st ce , Admir l p bur t hip , to preve t their ’ a n n n s an s a d n a n s n f lli g i to the e emy h d , n Gover or Ch co urre dered s an n War in a n the i l d . Tried by Cou cil of Sp i , both were n a a ho our bly cquitted .

n d i nifie d s n a s n Somethi g g , omethi g m je tic, we co ceive, a n a s a s nr ffl d a n could h ve bee m de out of the e f ct The u u e Ch co , od oc c a— n n th n n the impetuous A bur i g Wi fury, then bur i g his ships ; how ne a contrast for artistic delineation !

What does Scribbler do f He ma kes Admiral Apod occa s in his fla -s f n blow him elf up g hip . Why To heighte the a fictiti ous n a a a s - effect, to give him i ste d of re l heroi m . But ” hullo ' What IS here 3

’ A odocca slee cca p ps so sound , who ll waken Apodo f

A slu gard and a hero at the same time ! What kind of ' g comb1nation i s that f

82 n s a it a n Whe I poke to Scribbler bout , he expl i ed to m e that Spaniards were bra ve by universal consensus ; but th a t

um ve rsal ns ns s a s n n . Ma ita na by co e u , l o, they were i dole t , ma itana a was . Th t their motto .

n n a Mr . I feel i cli ed to write A L ment for . Scribbler I a n should be much more comfort ble, were he here to e io na an a n ns m a n — S an sh perso lly y tte tio which y be goi g . The i element in the island is still a thing to be reckoned wit

A ercromb Ha rve . a K. B . and b y , y Sir R lph Abercromby, , Rear-Admiral Harvey commanded respectively the land and s — a n 1 8 naval force employed . The C pitulation was sig ed th

bruar 1 . Fe y, 797

e a an a a . In Immort lle . A t ll tree pl ted to sh de coco s s its a s and n on ua D ecember it hed le ve , from the to Febr ry fl we s x- and a is ablaze with vivid red o r . Wa like delic te . is no Gorgeous 1 There other expression to describe the effect . - n s M a are n s Cocoa growi g district , such as ontserr t, lumi ou for miles around . L L L NE SON AND VI ENEUVE .

l h ' ’ ' Villeneuve, Vil eneuve, w y won t you stay 5 You ve ' crossed the ocean o er, h a l Your cruise s been ong, yet you hurry away, when ' on you re welcome here shore . l Our Creole bel es are worth a glance . Nay, they bear the palm away ' n O er the daughters of France , i the song, in the dance — a you must not s y them nay .

Oh, the hours are fleet, the air is sweet, and music charms the ear ; ’ nd n — l Here s love a wine, and dainties fi e you sha l not lack for cheer ; Ka lla loo and ca sca ra doo and lapp and morocoy

Oh, life will seem an endless dream ! Then haste to " share our joy. d - Villeneuve muttered O rat, if I can ’ - - It s that little one eyed , one armed man

H ll n e fo owed me to Fi isté re , he followed me to Spain

Round many a reef off Teneriffe, and back to France a ag in . s Then we tward here to Trinidad, three thousand miles or more ; He h unt b s me on the open se a, he haunts me y the el s ore . ' I have no heart for lover s part, my festal days are past ; ' l e s I To afe back in France, alack, d keep an endless

iast. B y day, by night, I strain my sight across the ocean wide ’ Tis an endless chase I can find no place to slip " away and hide . n - And Ville euve muttered Od rat, if I can, ' It s l — - that ittle one eyed , one armed man

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PIGTON’S DREAM

r o On the Morning of Wa te lo .

A gulf of years he looked across e t He saw the ladders s , And hell came out of B ad a1oz

Over the parapet . They never stayed to count their loss Agai n they scaled the heigh t An dghell was back in Badajoz

Before the dead of night .

Resistless as a mounting flood ,

B y tide and tempest stirred , ' Where the usurper s standards stood ’ Came Picton 5 Fighting Third . ’ Vittoria s vain array it burst,

It charged their cavalry, And laid the glory in the dust f ’ O France s soldiery .

The wary Soult, he foiled anew,

Athwart the Pyrenees, ’ And Roncesvalles echoes woke From centuries of peace

Orthez wept, fallen from its pride, To view the tricolor Toulouse her fa cile arms flung wide

To hail the conqueror .

The wound he bore concealed stung sore, His stern face writhed in pain

Again in fevered dreams he lay, Fen— struck in Walcheren s l l s The hrouding mist lay cold , a y c o e, d The tide slid slow and sa , ’ When o er the flats of Holland rose ls n The hil of Tri idad . 86 a At nchor lay the English fleet, And Chacon bowed to fate n But sulle fa ces thronged the street, s ns- Red , a culotte, pirate . sa n n The fleet iled o alo e he stood, ’ H e looked o er flood a nd fell And in his deep mind vowed to God h is To do duty well .

A clamour rose not foreign foes, n But countryme more drea d, h i Decried s fame, befouled his name ,

And tore him shred from shred . ’ n With lawyer s s kill , with to gue, with r c With t i k, with lie, they toiled n n High , ster , sere e he met them still, a And all their m lice foiled .

It poisoned all the joy of youth , It robbed him of his mirth The impulses of love and ruth Seemed frozen at their birth ’ to or s Yet ne er friend , pro trate foe, His manly heart proved cold d 1 The widow begged a mite, a n 0, fill Her hand was e d with gold .

And one thing came his heart to cheer, When all life else was sad m c Their gratitude he held ost lear,

The folks of Trinidad . n H e took, he tha ked them for their meed, His eye shone as through rain

At the first tale of Creole need ,

He sent it back again .

87 He heard the Speaker, where he stood , ’ n ta n Amo g our s te sm e s ranks, ’ n In Britain s ame his deeds acclaim, And give him solemn than ks The frozen founta in of his heart Burst in responsive glow s a It tore the veil of hate part,

He breathed as long ago .

h h All these spake to is brain, is eye Then came the hush of fate And Picton knew his end was nigh

With soul assured , sedate . n No sound of words, o written scroll, The message clear conveyed n hi It sank i to s very soul, B ' y death s near presence made .

This scene sha ll end thy ea rthly woes, This d ay bring on thy night

Tby life sha ll find its fitting close , r Amid the th ill of fight.

The touch of d ea th is on thee now, It throbs there in thy breast

B ut when the touch is on thy brow,

Tha t moment brings thy rest.

A bullet struck him on the head, H e fell back on his horse But well the veterans he le d ’ n Ave ged their leader s corse . E e a v came, and W terloo was won Long may the world acclaim ’ The leader s genius yet let none l Pi ' S ur over cton s name .

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’ Roncesva lles n o s n th e n s t Picto t ok thi route to tur e emy

fla nk . Rob1nson left ( , Celebrated in poetry as th e ' place where Roland fell i n e rout of Cha rlema gne s rea r guard .

rthez Toulouse . . 11 O , (Rob , 278, 26 1 , " ound he bore concea led s n a W . Fore eei g a gre t battle and n a a n n a determi ed to t ke p rt, Picto co ce led wounds he h ad - at a as . s a na a received Qu tre Br They were of uch ture s, bein g a a a n s a ggr v ted by eglect , mu t lmost certa inly ha ve terminated a a in as his h ad not n s s f t lly, c e life bee otherwi e cut hort .

Wa lche e P n r n. icto took pa rt in this lamenta ble expedi tion and h ad his health permanently injured by the a off so fever which c rried many of the troops .

ed Sa ns- culotte n n s s a R , . Fre ch colo i t of f mily, however, ’

a n Picton s s a s s ! e . . were mo g mo t loy l upporter g , the Baron M n a a la a a e de o t lembert , the Chev lier de S uv g re , the Chevalier ann s a o n s de G e , the Chev lier de L pi ot, who, with many other ,

a n on his a at s n a . . g ve evide ce beh lf the eco d tri l (Rob i, 2 1 7

' To d o his d t well a n s a n n u y . Ch co we k gover me t h ad a is s an a s n an llowed d order to grow to lmo t i credible pitch, d n a s ns n s a n ans a Picto worked m rvel , co ideri g the c ty me t h is a in n a a n h is na dispos l, repressi g them . Wh t bl cke ed me for and c an n n n a a life, ever be e tirely forgive by gre t body of i n n was his a n r of a n h s cou tryme , uthorizi g to ture ( mild ki d) i a na as a a s an n crimi l c e . The victim, mul tto erv t girl, about " ss sa was subse ue ntl ss whom the le id the better, q dre ed up a s a youn g lady and driven about the streets of ondon in a a a in inflam 0 n n a a ns n c rri ge order to e public i io g i t Picto , who n a a n a n n i h na la a was the w iti g tri l . U der E g s crimi l w s it then d sa a n and a a s n a stoo , Lui C ldero her ccomplice, C rlo Go z les,

a n an a n . . i would h ve both bee h ged for l rce y (Rob , I " a a a n s a c n n le ve imp rti l mi d , ple ded Pi to , to determi e whether in this instance S an is h law was not more s atisfa ctory and p " all ar s a a n a a ns was a n merciful to p tie . The git tio g i t him m i ly n n a n a n n an e gi eered by Colo el Full rto of the I di Army ; (Rob . ' assim on a a a in 1 808 a ctive p ) ; th t individu l s de th , the perse c ution s oon came to an e nd ; but the prejudice created was n s s s a n n ever wholly removed . Otherwi e, it eem cert i , Picto , n a m an am and a an n s s bei g of good f ily with l rge l ded i tere t , a a a his m a s s would h ve received peer ge for ilit ry ervice . (Rob .

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With lie a as i s a e . i 1 6 , for ex mple, to the g rl g (Rob , 9, se a in in s an q.) as to whether Sp nish law was force the i l d at its n s i 1 as the time of co que t (Rob . , 75 to the results of i 1 the torture (Rob . , 5 6

90 uth n 1 8- 1 8 1 as n l oy of yo . Picto ( 75 5) w 39 whe he was n T rinid ad As s appoiri te d Gover or of . to the effect of per o n i d i osit1on se e 8 se c ution o h s sp , Rob . ii, 37 .

P rostra te oe At a a and a s f . B d joz Ciud d Rodrigo he ri ked i s sa n a an s o n s s h s life many time to ve i h bit t from our w oldier , , . . h ad n n s t rr1bl ss s who bee re dered furiou by e e lo e .

- Wid ow. (Rob . ii, 375 6)

Their ra titud e . 11 8 g (Rob . , 42

ea ker n was tw ce an a Sp . Picto i th ked by the Spe ker (Rob ii, 229,

ew his en was He h ad a re s ntirn n a Kn d nigh . p e e t to th t En an s a n effect before he left gl d . repo ed for few hours o n 1 n 1 8 1 a in a s a the ight of 7th Ju e, 5 , the eve of the b ttle, m ll a in V lla e a a cott ge the 1 g of W terloo . Scribbler m kes h is a a a n n n At a dre m ppe r to him duri g mor i g hours . Qu tre as his a was s an n a n Br ch rge of the utmo t import ce, commu ic tio with Blucher and h is army dependin g on the pos t being held a ga ins t the tremendous odds brought to bea r upon it under no

ss a a a an . At a us le redoubt ble le der th Ney W terloo, to e Wel ’ lin ton s own s s a n h is g word , he fell while gloriou ly le di g s n a a a n s in one s divi io to ch rge of b yo et , which of the mo t " s s a a s a n was a eriou tt ck m de by the e emy defe ted . (Rob . ii, 1 35 .

Q ] XXII .

THE MAN OF EL D E T E ! TAL H SECOND .

a St oll wed ( ) a rt, f o by Sickness.

We sailed at morn from the Purple Horn in the glow of

the gla d sunrise , - l A crew of three score mariners, and a s kipper o d and

n Had con ed the gates of the narrow straits, and the reefs of each inland se a ; ’ wa For the earth s two to the ocean s one, in the days s tha t u ed to be .

But when we came to the Cape of Flaws, a plague broke out below ; - And two score men went overboard, and s kipper the

first to go.

Beware of the winding creeks , quoth h e ; beware of the scouring tide ; " la a an h is s But the Ga p gi Sea, quoth e , the wor t

and then he died .

(b) The Ga lapagia n Sea .

l se t All, a l were sick and wan and weak, we the sails ere day E A se a breeze sprang up out of the ast, and blew the a pl gue away . M l We rowd e d on by Quito Town, and up the idd e e' I hird ,

Till fair Iere hove in view, the land of the Humming

Bird . a Beyond it lay an inland se , and ever the mountains grew ; Till we came at length to a narrow cleft tha t broke them

through and through . s Oh, there we turned due south , and rowed again t both n a nd wi d tide, ’ ’ For the bo sun swore he d been there before— right manfully he lied !

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Then off he flew, like an arrow true shot from a rein deer bow l old a And I he d tight, by day, by night, to my Gal pago . fl d i n We e , we sped , both sore dread , perchance a week

or more,

Till at length we came to the Isle of Flame, and there

I swam ashore .

d T Is ( ) he le of Fla me .

was sl Oh, that an i e, a wondrous isle ! Old ruined palaces ’ L a all n s a s y alo g the water marge, culptured wilderness . a s Vast meg lithic monument , by the slow tide scarce hid nd r a s a a A he e h ttered portico , and there a pyr mid . a Abrupt and dread , high overhead , huge volcano hove It n s n s blacke ed ummit like a wedge i to the blue above . B y d a y vast rumblings underground shook all the island through ' B s y night a light from the crater height burnt upward, an d red blue . It s fl e r s lower slope were gay with ow s, festooned by flowe r and vine ’ a Twas a l nd of pleasure and of mirth, of perfume and

of wine . n A d oh , volcanic were their hearts, the folk of that fairy la nd a l l Their love w s ike the ava stream, their wrath as the n levi brand . ld No toil , no care found harbour there . O granaries supplied ' Each whim s demands from spoils of lands now sunk beneath the tide ;

In broil and banquet, fray and feast, their moments wont to pass E éte ach day beheld new f s begun , each night an orgy

was .

94 Frail, hectic things, a haunting fear pursued them all the while n s s In vai they ought, by ong and j est, its fever to beguile ; For still an earthqua ke came and shook the whole

heart of the isle . n flush e d s The would their cheek blanch, their eyes grow wild in agony ; s — oh The earthquake cea ed , oh , the feast, the mirth , the jollity ! was Strange, that volcano their god ; they loved it

while they feared . o s Through it al ne, they wore , their isle had not yet

disappeared, Though states a nd provinces around had sunk beneath

the se a , God o s s u — But our h ld the i land p, the Lifter up is H e 1 n And rou d the crater they would dance, choked by the

sulphurous fumes, And in its yawning cavern cast their garlands and their

plumes, s s s e e Their veil , their ve tment and their 1 w ls, the richest tha t they owned And still the thunders growled beneath— the quaking

island groaned .

t on (e ) My Recep i .

a For me , oh, when they s w me there, they whimpered

and they cried . 1 s They ran and came, and looked aga n and pat at me

then sighed . 0 ll s l Ay, sighed For once rich ga eon cal ed , a hundred m d a a y , s ss But now, a score of year or more, not one had pa ed

that way . br n 1 fam 1ne A luckless thing was I, to 1 g d re and pale blight

as s as . For I was fair of face, and they warthy the night They were for drowning me ; but no, they would not

trust the se a .

Some were for steel , and some for cord ; but this is wha t saved me ' The Hoodoo s daughter pitied me, and loved me that same hour ;

Her eyes like living meteors were, her beauty as a

flower . l s — Of She spoke, they i tened . their tongue I knew not yet a word ass onate But oh, her vo1ce rang p 1 , and sweeter th an a

bird . She seemed to bend them to her will they led me to a hall s l Where was her father, robed in tate, and nob es great

and small . and l sh s Long, long oud waxed the debate, but e poke a ll best of . s Then one old priest, he made a je t, and they all laughed and ran

And brought a kingly robe, a crown , a s ceptre and a fan a T n They se t me on a roy l seat, and shouted e ulpa

(f) Priests.

The breed of priests I bar Their habits I despise s All save the priests of Chri t, r For they a e good and wise . s a nd Oh , wi e good are they, And their ways are sanc tifie d

But the pagan priest is a ra venous beast, a t sfie d Can n ever be s i .

There they had food galore, More than their chops could chew And liquors sweet to stock a fle e t n For a age , or float her too .

But no, they must be doing, They must be guiding the fol k

Professing aid , though themselves afraid

Till it turned to a sorry joke .

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El sl n n It so befell, the Tower of ipped dow i to the se a ;

Then one and all , and great and small , they looked

askance a t me . n l c arousm Oh, I was i my banquet hal , g in my pride, Gud air ll l When my Queen, , fe senseless there, and ha f the g uests beside ! ll m m A numbing silence sti ed y ears, y eyes their sight denied ; ’ — I fell e en as an oak tree falls, its branches crashing wide ; l Another drain, one draught again, and sure y I had

died .

(i) The King is B ound . ll l When next I woke, I wore a mask, and a my imbs were bound ; So a m n sore the p in of y bo ds, again I fell into a swound .

They bore me on a moving tower, beneath a canopy,

And all the priests were marshalled there, all the nobility ;

Up, up the mountain still they toiled, and sang tri um ph antly !

(j) Sa crificia l Song . A king to a King ! Fit offering ! s s We have cho en our be t, our best we bring . H e shall not die, he shall not die H e shall pass through the flam e to eternity !

’ His soul shall be part of the Fire- God s soul fire fla h And the shall s , the lava roll . Brave king Brave king ! He h as himsel f given f as an of ering .

93 k H ow Their ( ) God wa s Crowned .

They built a temple at the top , they fashioned it right

well . ’ o a a It c vered all the cr ter o er, and capped it s a bell . ' s Twa made of cedar wood so fair, with props of roble s trong ; l With cloth of go d and gauds untold, they hung it l n righ t a o g . n n The ,g the , with pride, Aha they cried ! King h as got a crown l And from the centre of the dome they meant to throw me down Ther wh e re the flam e for ever burnt with still 1ncre as l e1 a g gl rei Th r h h e l oug all t shadowy vau t above, up to the upper 1 a r . s Three months they spent upon the ta k, three days in solemn fast ; 1 — Then came the hour, the m d night hour which was to l s be my a t .

d i e was s ll was l A g ung , a be rung a wai went up on el 1sh ' It melted even my heart to hear that people s agony . G d Th l Oh, o , they cried, no more deride y peop e in d e spa1r s s sl ! s s Our hore are ipping Speak, oh peak, in an wer to our prayer ! e v A d e (l) Th Uphea a l of the n s.

It spoke A blas t of vapour came . It blew that temple

up, - With me, poor Wight, half dead with fright, there seated on the top ’ flie ff As a toy balloon s o to the moon, ere the child can e ' en cry Stop 1 ff ff n h l s O , o it went with a roari g sound , by the ery b a t pursued l Then I looked below, and beheld the se a , as it were al be spe we d s I With islands . These must be , think , more old Galapagos s n s But the i la d grew, and ever they grew till a mountain

range arose, n And li ked them in a chain ; and lo, a further range aga1n ! ' s M a Twa the Andes ount ins, child, no less, and the

crests of the Spanish Main . ’ Will such a marvel e er again be seen till that awful

d a y. n l Whe the stars shall fall , and the firm am ent a l as a “ scroll be rolled away 3

111 d r D ome ( ) Flight of the Ce a .

But what happened to me , my dears f ’ s Twa almost like a dream . My Cedar Dome spun light as foam On the crest of the murky stream ' Shot out at tha t volcano s mouth, n A hu dred miles in height .

When it spread out east and north and south,

Oh, my Dome was built so light, s a The we t wind blew it aw y, And it sailed for many a d a y

Over the mountains so bare , r e a- s Whe e the icicles grew, and the s fern too, An d the c atale yas rare .

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off And far gleamed the Isle of Flame, Like a diamond 1n the s ky h ad s a t a It ri en last s the people as ked, 8 0 high, so wondrous high ; l a a nd And a dome of av scoria e, U n p, up above it hu g and lay, l Like a funera canopy .

n In the L a nd o t e H - ( ) f h umming B ird .

s Whir and purr A oft murmur, A sharper whir a non

So swift, so clear, it charmed the ear ' And a a n n now g i twas go e . Methought it was the whirring sound Of my Cedar Dome so true,

Till I felt a beak that touched my cheek, n And tiny wi glets too .

Then I opened my eyes . Oh, glad surprise I ’ Twas a Humming Bird so sheen G a its s reen , gold and bl ck, were cre t and back, n n And i ts wi gs might scarce be see ,

So fast they quivered , so keen they flashed, With a whir as of metal made ' And a dozen more were flutte ring o er ’ - The s ky sick wanderer s head . ’ I Tu u h e There, there lay , on c c s side

Just under the Western Hook, a a l In meadowy holm , where my f ithfu Dome Had nestled down in a nook s And sweet was the breath of the whole ome earth, And the song of the mountain brook

With praise and la ud I thanked our God , H The Lord of Lords is e , n Through every ill and da ger, still H e h ad remembered me ' ' ' E e n mid his wond rous deeds and dread ,

B y land and air and sea .

I O I NOTES .

was a n Scribbler st le by ow.

would on . He s Still he keep howed me a manuscript, and n n a Well, for o ce, I e rly choked Scribbler off 1 " ur le Horn . n n ad i P p Golde Hor , Scribbler h t ; but I pointed out that that expres sion h ad a recognized meanin It meant an arm of th e Bosphorus on which Constantino Ie was s a n n an n s lantis itu ted . To i ve t other Golde Horn in the Lo t t " was a s . a n b urd C ll it The Crumpled Horn, and everythi g would be in keeping ! sna a his M Scribbler tched b ck S. He a a n a na ' brought it g i , though, fter a time . U ltered He was s na an very ob ti te, Scribbler . However, my ch ce a n a e d 1tor c me whe he m de me . He h ad been readin g geologica l theories about South a a n n n n a n an s Americ h vi g o ce bee merely three mou t i r ge . M n a ns ana M n a ns a and n ou t i of Gui , ou t i of Br zil the A des . E n s n a ns n s n s ve the e mou t i were rece t, it eemed . The A de a o especi lly s . a s f He t e-floats i an Wh t doe Scribbler do h s Lost Atl tis, " a a a n a d o n m kes vessel s il from the Crumpled Hor , n g windi g its wa n an s as and na n n s a y throu h i l d e rrow ope i g , till it re ches acific Th e a a a s or as a s it Gala a ian the P . G l p go , , he c ll , the p g a s n and a a a n Se , is there, as every choolboy k ows G l p go bei g an s a n a tl n n s one so Sp i h for ki d of l rge turtle, he prom y i ve t n s a is a n an s an a s e ormou th t it t ke for i l d . he cre ture object a n in it a and a hi to h vi g a well dug s b ck, fter drowning s com an ns a Man Eld a s s s an p io , c rries the of to my teriou i l d, which apparently is the solitary remnant of another submerged n conti ent . ’ as a s a s a The Child w je lou of Hoodoo d ughter, who now a a n n comes into the story . I he rd Scribbler expl i i g to her that as an an n s n a s an a a n it w cie t cu tom, whe tr ger c me lo g, to give a n a in and n sacrific e him ice wife, m ke him k g, the him . He ’ as n a it quoted Fr er s Golde Bough bout .

' n n I do t thi k the Child quite believed him . Neither do I.

a t e as a tl a is s e n C al y . C t ey the proper p lli g .

n Let us be than kful Scribbler was not Provide ce . A more ” s ns a an h is a a n s irre po ible fre k th Uphe v l of the A de , it is a n impossible to im gi e . a D n a As for The Flight of the Ced r ome, whe I re d it to a Scotchman he said it was a D omed lie .

102

E NOT S .

n on cribble rian is a s a Lege d , the S theory, ort of liter ry ’ " sa a Ma M an s-D n s and s us ge . de up of Gro e t , uch like, u n s as n a s and s chopped p, the e o ed with f ulty rhyme ob olete s ns expre sio .

' ' a s s n is a a n Blackbe rd o g, however, h rdly lege d . Scribbler s reading public— the Child and himself— probably h ad got tired a an s n s n is of saus ge . They w ted omethi g tro ger . Here it supplied .

a c a e of obert-Ie—Dia ble s in n The celebr ted R i poi t . Never s o ’ th e le ss a s affili at1on a , Te ch to Lucifer, through Lord Chief ust1c e En an s s us n n s a J of gl d, eem to too i co gruou to be toler ted .

a was a a a n n ff Te ch re lly low vill in . Steve so hits him well " o Mas a an a a 1 . s n 1 n The ter of B ll tr e Tre cherou , eve to h s own s a S n re d m m 1rt follower , he l cked the i gle e e g V ue one expects i n a pirate .

na a ns a His super tur l exhibitio were the lowest charl tanr y, a d s s a n his a s a n the mo t murderou . To bl cke f ce, dre s u s the ' n an in a ss s a a D evil, the d ce ve el hold with lighted m tch e twe e n i a n s is a‘ a an n an h s teeth, bre thi g forth moke, fe t y mou teb k " a a n a k could perform . Bl ckbe rd, however, k ew fouler tric at need .

D id his an s a n f a his s s and tic f il to frighte Out c me pi tol , a s a an a a couple, or perh p good many more th couple, of poor n na n a an seame , crimi l e ough thems elves prob bly, but gels a a in comp red with Te ch, would be butch ered cold blood .

B a o d sci in a is n wa r y w y f i pl ing . Th t the ice y Scribble puts i t t

s a it P s n . Un I poke to Scribbler bout . retty tro gly, too na was in a a n a fortu tely, he quizzic l mood . Nothi g would m ke a s ns M s n na infinite him t lk e e . y virtuou i dig tion did me credit . D was not so a as was a n a Still, the evil bl ck he p i ted . All gre t m n h ad a s a e their detr ctor . Rot of th t sort .

was sa n . a s n be in I di ppoi ted Bec u e I k ew Scribbler to , a a a - a - n n th e re lity, w rm he rted, right mi ded fellow . O ly, for time bein he h ad got Blackbeards and hobgoblins on the l l l rl so nc his s o a the . A , I fa y, nerve were n edge bit over é if1lci

Tea ch— or Thatch— a great m an 1 A rulfi an whose roud e st x s s n n an s i s and e ploit were to murder hi own m e , bur merch t p a na ac om s terrorise poor planters in North C roli If his c lice , n E n and ht and h a n Gover or de Collector Tobias n , he bee

104 u in a ba and n n se a t g together throw i to the , the world would gav e been rid of three of the most unm i ugate d rogues that d ever e x1ste .

The idea of the damned preferring the D evil himself to " a is one n a s s n . Th tch, the thi g I like bout thi o g

Ye s Tha tch . So his na a a s t e ofii cial , me pe r throughout h a a s h1s on 1n n 1 nan records of l w uit over be g gs, betwee L eute t a and t s - n n Ma yn rd the two wor hie before me tio ed .

Tha tch s n n a — at n na o n , y o ym, Sh g p . A ick me , n doubt . Hu g hi are at the bowsprit, s hirsute poll looked fine So we told . o it — If D l was not o lo as or cri S be . the evi quite s v1ng he ( S b s - n bler) thought, it would be clo e si ged below .

105 XXIV .

L BRIGAND H IL .

l Merry da ys at Brigand Hi l, l When Teach c ame there to sett e .

He ga ve himself the land in fee, l And paid for it in mett e . H e settled both with friend and foe

H e settl ed 1n such fashion,

That no man h ad a word to sa y, h When he had got is ration . l ll Oh, the sett ing of Brigand Hi

l Oh, Teach , he came with twe ve good men, And forty mutineers n He settled them upon the la d , And bade them calm their fears

No Spanish laws should trouble them, No islanders molest n H e dug their graves deep i the Caves,

And left them there to rest . a ll Oh , the settling of Brig nd Hi I

3 . ’ ld But still , when, like ships guns of o , r The se a booms easte ly, n The shadows of old muti eers, o t se a Peer u ward to the .

They scan the windward , scan the le e , With haggard eyes astrain as k c a And , ea h of each, fe rfully a Is Bla ckbeard come aga in .

Oh , the settling of Brigand Hill .

106

E NOT S .

n n is s ns Mr . Harr e t re p le r th s legend . See Vi c " o ib fo i ( n a a Se a Fish 0 Tri id d, p ge

s as in s on his na a Scribbler improve , he th k , origi l, nd n ns turns 1t 1nto utter no se e .

n n a As we ha ve me tio ed before, he got Bl ckbeard on the And 1 15 n s a n brain . here, aga n, to be oticed thi cr zy otion of .

a n a m e n n a a his . his, bout eve de d bei g fr id of hero

a s is o a a Perh p it well Scribbler did g w y . These cases of are a a s so a n brain trouble lw y p i ful .

107 XXV .

LA D IVINA PASTORA . MI CL Y (A RA E PL A ) .

Cha ra cters

D A PA RE I CINTO . MERCED ES POP O CITA MIL L l r CA A Village Chi dren (Cab e sses) . IfiEz TERESA Y UI l Q (a Carib Chi d) . P HO TA O N S (Daughter of the Cacique, Carib) . U YAG U G A R (Cacique of Siparia) .

illa Carib Hunters and Fishermen, V ge Women , some of bre e pure Carib , others of Ca ss type .

cene — Tro i a l b h a l werin trees t S . p c us , p ms, flo g , e c . ,

in the ba ckground a rud e grotto, ra ther d a rk, with a ta r t no s u c r r i h a n l , bu ta t es, pi tu es o l g ts on it.

Pa d re j a cinto (at the Altar) Mo - Virgin ther, virgin born,

Thou art fresher than the morn, Thou art fairer than the day In thy chosen month of Ma y s fi e When the cloud , all e c y white, n Wait thy comi g with delight, Knowing thou wilt not forsake ’ n Hau ts beloved for Jesus sake, And the tender memories

Oi a childhood wholly wise,

Wholly human, but so spent

Heaven were not more innoc ent .

There the little cottage stood, d Where thy mother, mild and goo ,

Lived , her every thought intent

To keep for heaven what heaven had sent .

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Priest a nd Child ren come out of the Grotto a nd a ut t s a k t Ca milla is bo o pe o the P riest. Enter w a r H Guayagrii ith C ib unters a nd Fishermen, r severa l d eer a t rtle ca rying , u a nd sma ll game .

Ca milla (to Priest)

a s a s Fa ther, you h ve no t tue in your shrine, Such a s on every village altar shine a n No candles bright to c st the quiveri g beam, n Nor pictures limned like a gels in a dream . s en Say, without the e will heav hear your prayer, O r angels haste to tell a shrine is there a

Ca cique l Well questioned , chi d , you have a readier brain s o Than thi dull priest let him g back to Spain, O r an é o to S Jos , where the f lk are fools, all s a nd l For their churche their earned schools . n e a s a Hu ters are w , were our C rib sires, a s s And h te their cro se and their arrowy spires, That serve to bring to mind the long disgrace s s of n n And ervile po ture our a cie t race . its s its s its It had god , rite , temples dim, e t n and With s kulls s rou d , mouldering tokens grim, s n a an Where deed were do e, at midnight d rk d chill, Ha d a e r - m de th i pale faced god look paler still . a C cique am I, and despot of this spot — Heed, then , my rede heed well , forget it not There shall no crea ture dare so muc h as give Ah ear of corn to help Sir Sloth to live ’ a h A timite leaf to th tch is shelter o er, r a O b mboo screen to guard his chapel door . So e nk a nd , without let, may qu howler throng, ul s And fo the precinct with their loathly dung .

P riest

l- Fou mouth , refrain Naught at thy niggard hands , ’ s Naught at thy people have I sought thy lands, s s l Thy wood , thy crop , the toi of hind or serf,

I covet not . Nay, not the very turf

1 10 l l s That mean y c othes the common earth el ewhere , e e s Here, s , have I di turbed but on the bare, a n o s Bl ck, crumbli g r ck, whereof thi ledge is made , My crucifix as on an altar laid d a a Na ture to Go joyful welc ome g ve, a a n And h iled temple where had bee a cave . fl e r a o n Wild ow s l ne these little o es have brought, n n Oi their ow will, untutored , u besought r - But heaven, Which fo e wills the good we do, a And done ssigns it to our virtue too , a Timed these poor gifts with dded praise to shine, ’ s n n As offerings at the Bles ed Virgi s shri e, f n Whose joy ul mo th this night shall usher in, n The sunset s kies to celebrate begi , fi ’ With crimson re s to burn earth s dross away,

And bring the promise of a perfect day .

Ca cique h his Enoug , enough ; patter once begun , ’ n hi s ne e r This gabbli g priest , met nk , will be done .

n fl . Poh ontas sa Childre , hence, y And you, , y, a - What useful task h as cl imed your toil to day . Women With us ha ve more to spend the hours n s fl rs Than whine a hym , or play with illy owe .

P ohontas

all ou l fulfille d Nay, father, y bade your chi d The golden maize to powdery fine ne ss milled ; n Pressed from the ma ioc root the poisonous 1uice , fire d u e And washed and it to our wholesome s .

Water and wood .

Ca cique h so Hnong . You chatter ’

e lf s l . l o The priest him s you d i ence Quick y g , fire Pile bigh the , bid all the village come, To share the feast— See what we bring them home and Deer from the bush, turtle from the shore, m Such as our fathers com on deemed of yore,

I I I But now the chase yields sparely and amain, The heady vintage of the sugar cane n n Bid bring in calabash, in s ki , i shell l ll That men may drink, and , having wassai ed we , Forget the ignomin y of these days n In the revivi g instincts of our race .

r s to ro o nd Exit P ohonta s. P ie t goes in G tt a kneels se w a t the Alta r . Ca cique conver s ith his followers t c l a t e r e t T e h a nd poin s s ornful y th P i s . h y s a ke

hands, la ugh d erisively , then go ofi ma king E ter M r e r threa tening gestures. n e ced s, ea ding .

l Merced es (slowy , like a beginner) A babe unspotted as the snow Was Mary born on earth ;

Growing, God gave her grace to grow As faultless as her birth ; D i n s lo y g , the angel came, and . Straight from her hallowed hearth

To heaven her body bore , to show

Heaven was not more of worth .

l ss V m Oh, b e ed irgin, a y m y breast B e spotless even as thine

Thy chapel be my bed of rest, My refuge place thy shrine ‘ Where I may kneel and oft request l Thy ove to cherish mine, And lay my prayers that please thee best ” Before thy Child divine .

r e t m P i s has co e to front of stage, a nd stands

listening .

Pa d re J a cinto (ta king book from her a nd examining it) so l a Who taught you to read, my chi d . Till now

I knew you not so learned . Tell me how s A book like thi you happen to possess .

I I!

P opocita (chanting to her d oll)

Little baby, baby mine, ’ Mary s face is divine ’ Mary s heart is all of gold , So God made it of old ’ Mary s hands are bounteous In her mercy to us ’ Mary s feet are never shod ,

For sh e stands before God .

Pa d re J a cinta

Child , who taught you that quaint song f

Popocita (as though sca rcely heeding)

I heard it in dreams .

Pa d re j a cinto How indifferent sh e seems 1 (Asid e) ” Have you known it for long 1

She plays with her d oll a nd ma kes no reply .

“ Pa d re j a cinto (kneeling a nd putting a n a rm round her) And so you dream of Ma ry Queen 5

Popocita (with less indifierence)

I dreamt last night .

Pad re J a cinta (ga z ing in wond er a nd pa using to think how to test her genuineness) So— was sh e clad in golden sheen f

P opocita (lifting a finger reprovingly) ’ In God s own light

Pa d re j a cinto rises to his feet a nd rega rds her

Wi th a we .

1 14 Pa d re J a cinta (asid e) ’ All s ss thing are po ible with God , howe er

Strange to our eyes , s - Blind, becau e over Wise . ’ Ma n y, then, a thi g that breathes earth s common ’ B e heaven s h arb1nge r 1

H e kneels a nd , aga in putting a n a rm round the child s ea ks ea r , p nestly . Pa d re j a cinto

What said sh e , child

P opocita (playing with her d oll)

To pray to her .

Pa d re j a cinto lea ves the Child a nd comes to front o a e f st g .

Pa d re j a cinto m om To pray to her f Nay, and eve I pray, n And half the night a hourly tribute pay . n n a I covet nought, ought else o e rth I prize, But to be found praise- worthy in her eyes ' a 5 And God s . Wh t lacks there more

P o i a t a k seems to r w thou ht ul she ap c t , a b c , g o g f r e r d l s a mon ra ss a nd lies d ops h oll, which fa l g g - e e rw rd a d re a cinto ha Zf hidd en. Sh com s fo a P j kneels a nd puts his a rm round her a s before she

puts her hea d on his should er .

P opocita (timidly) I had forgot . Pa dre j a cinto Forgot ! P opocita (entrea tingly) l ss h e r rot ! Oh, pray to her to b e fg

Pa d re J a cinta H er grot é Then sh e ac cepts our humble prayers f

d s . She, sh e h as le me hither, unaware find In the rude wilderness a spot to , ' And build a fane well- pleasing to her mind 5

1 15 Na ll She bids me pray . y, but my prayers sha rise ff s s A never ceasing o ering to the kie .

r n ran e to r tt Goes nea e t c G o o, kneels a nd prays

with ha nds ra ised to hea ven.

Pa d re j a cinto M l Now glory be to ary, ful of grace 1 h as h a This child heard her voice , s seen her face And by its mouth a message hath sh e given s is a Thi no other than the g te of heaven .

Oh blessed spot, oh, cave obscure and lowl y, ' o B y Mary s grace auspicious made, and h ly n Here shall high heaven stoop to earth o ce more, s And all the riches of its trea ury pour .

Pilgrims shall come from many a region round, ’ And miracles attest tis hallowed ground . n in Sin ers , like snakes, shall cast their slough of s , n And a new life of hea venly joy begi . a t Disease sh ll quail , and hide i s pallid head B y spiritual grace shamed and d iscom fite d ; ’ And Mary s fame, blown wide on every wind,

Claim the encomium of all mankind .

Merced es has come out of the Grotto a nd stands l t is ening .

Merced es

a F ther, some day these things m ay come meanwhile s l The hrine defence ess stands, and men are vile . h s T i night I fear lest they may come again, s The acred spot on purpose to profane .

Pa d re j a cinto

Let come, m y child , who may, who will , wh o dar e, ' ’ The sh r1ne IS safe— t1s now 1n heaven s care 1

E u t a d r d s a d P xe n P e j a cinto, Merce e n opocita . Sta e d a rkens m h n e- nter a d g . Sy p o y . R e P re a cinto ca rr n a j , yi g pa lm le f screens .

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D uring a long crescend o in the music, a brilliant rhea d l na t n a ll he s a e sta r appea rs ove , i lumi i g t t g “ a e e tc sta nd motionless in terror ' the C ciqu , . , r r t eas swine rush ofi . The sta bu s s, the music c es r a use be ns astora l melod a nd a nte then, afte a p , gi a p y , u ll mo Enter the B l s d ir i religioso, tra nq i issi . es e V g n, rd t cr t l w d d ressed as a Shephe ess, wi h a ook, e c . , fol o e hee lum n us t e d a rkened sta e by a flock of s p, i o on h g . r l a r a the rotto As the B lessed Vi gin slowy pp o ches g , the leaf screen ope ns to a dmit he r a nd flock then r closes behind them . Celestia l voices, singing, a e r E er r n M erced hea rd f om within. nt Pa d e j a ci to, es, r Inez , e tc . , a lso Ca rib women a nd other child en.

Pa d re j a cinto ’ What heavenly sounds are these 9 My ears heard ] Aught so angelica . The air is stirred ,

As by a million, million voices sweet, Singing so dulcetly as might entreat

Nature herself in rapture to surcease,

And wa rring elements resolve in peace .

The l a ree re- s w h rotto e f sc n opens, ho ing t e g z u ed a bla e with light, a nd f ll of a ngels, the B less r t r m d e m sw ll a nd d Vi gin in hei i st. Th usic e s ies d l a way aga in. As it oes so, a c oud of incense rises from the threshold a nd grows thicker and v w l thicker, so as to obstruct the ie . Simulta neous y

the light d ecreases, until e ventua lly the grotto is in d r r m L a kness, except where a glimme ing i age ( a

D ivina Pastora ) is seen on the a lta r . Then tha t v e m r b too fa d es from i w. Commotion a ong the Ca i s

without. Pa d re J a cinto a d va nces to enter grotto, ut r v te P es e rotto b is p e en d . opocita com out of th g with L a Divina Pastora irid escent a nd d a z z lingly bea ut er r iful in h a ms .

P a ocita e e p See , Father, s , She gives you this 1

She sent it through me .

1 18 Merced es Would it be amiss . Just 1ts feet to kiss f

hild ren Women a nd na ll a i u rs C , , fi y , C c q e and Hunte ’ a ll kneel and k iss the sta tue s feet.

Child ren, Cacique, etc . (ih unison)

Oh , miracle 1 A gift from heaven 1

Though lowly be the shrine, it To s rude worshippers is given, A pledge of love divine 1

Pad re j a cinto

The love which loved us unto death , Still loves us from on high The things of earth are little worth H M Before is ajesty . n Not to be oble, to be great, Is prec ious in His eyes To people of a low estate H e brings the heavenly prize a a c a A blissful f te , imm ul te,

Immortal in the s kies .

tc Child ren, Ca cique, e M ’ Then let us kneel at ary s shrine, And praise her virtues mild She is our Shepherdess Divine

Who sought us in the wild , And sent our eyne this blessed sign

B y a pure, holy Child .

BL U TA EA .

1 19 E NOT S .

a a ow n s n an Sip ri , n the termi u of the souther br ch of the n n a a and a n s im ortan a Gover me t R ilw y tow of ome little ce , s an s in s a s was in a s h fl import ce goe tho e rt , former y c ie y ” n n as s n L a na as a a osit s k ow the hri e of ivi P tor , com e tatue a in a s m ar d l couple of feet height, with fe ture of e y Coolie or m a be a f s an s on a a ( y it , C rib ) type, which t d the lt r in the ’ n s a in a n n a Virgi Ch pel the church . Tr ditio represe ts it as h ving n s n n a n and n n s in a bee e t dow from he ve , fou d by hu ter wood . a a s are s s a n Not ble mir cle uppo ed to h ve bee worked by it. Pilgrim s come to the annual fete from all parts of Trinida d na n n a and is y, eve from Ve ezuel ; the church for size and n ss a n n a n first in s an rich e of dor me t mo g the the i l d .

On one occasion L a D ivina Pastora was removed to another ' t Ma s s s an Church, viz . , S . ry , Oro uche, eight mile di t t to the n n n wa ound a in its a at orth . Next mor i g it s b ck pl ce Siparia, " a n a all n covered with mud, h vi g w lked ight .

h as a n a s nd i Scribbler followed tr ditio f irly clo ely, a h s picture of the d ifficultie s encountered by Spanish priests is not a n . In a a s far s overdr w f ct it f ll hort of the real1ty . The a s a s and - s C rib were tre cherou blood thir ty . On one occasion they a mbushed and murdered the Governor and principal s at San an s le s na s i clergy of the dioce e, Fr ci co de Are le ( .e . ' na in a is now a s San a a See Are , wh t the p ri h of R f el) . ( Borde s ’ s e la n a a Hi toir de l ile de Tri id d, Vol . II, p ge 5 6,

uenk a na a n Q . Loc l me for ki d of wild hog .

Howlers b s are a s a n . Red owler the l rge t v riety of mo key in s an the i l d . 9

Ma niac is s n s is n . The root extremely poi o ou , but re dered e d 1 le a a n re ss1n and firm ss i s an by m cer tio , p g g . The proce b o Ind1an secret of 1m m e m or1al ant1qu1ty.

’ Ma rt r s Yea r 1 00 n a n n y . 7 , bei g the ye r whe the Gover or and a s was s clergy were murdered . Gre t everity exerci ed by S an s n n in n s n not n f n s the i h Gover me t pu i hi g, o ly the o fe der , a See l c cit an a n but t eir f milies . ( Borde, o . , where ccou t will a lso be found of the sensation which the occurrence made an a m ce mu d oloroso in throughout Sp ish Americ , the ro an y which was a a s s a n s it celebr ted, the mir culou pre erv tio of the bodie of s s and s n a os as o the prie t , the piou co troversy which r e t where they ought to be buried) .

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XXVI . MERCED ES ’ MESSAGE L A D A O (To IVIN PAST RA) . l ’ Mother, Mercedes cou dn t come, She sent me in her stead ’ For she s all the work to do at home,

Now that mother is dead .

Mercedes is nearly twice my sh e , ’ I thin k she s over eleven ’ a And sh e s ys that you, who re so good and wise, n Must k ow dear mother in heaven . ff h e But that is so far o s says, ' Perhaps you ve neither heard , ’ a s n his old s That f ther go e back to trange ways, And Pedro — h e is the third M Had yellow fever, bad, in a y, And was stung by a snake in June And Popocita is wasting away ' ’ n sa it The eighbour s y s the moon . m For the ti ite was all blown off by the gale, And the light strikes down on her face ’ Her features are changed, and she s, oh 1 so pale ' They sa y it s a noted cas e . ’ The rice was done ere the year began, ' And father s not planted a yard n Often the eighbours thems elves have none, And our life is very hard Popocita is hungry and cries at night The Pa dre says we must pray ’ a — M all And we ve pr yed Oh, other, with our might, But heaven is so far away 1

The landlord , old Antonio, ’ Sa ys praying won t rais e a cent ' He comes every day, when father s away,

To bother Sis for the rent .

She hates him worse than a toad but, alack, The neighbours begin to flout her M And ercedes says Please, send mother back, ’ For we can t get on without her 1

12 2 E NOT S .

an an a s Scribbler beg mbiti u collection of tales in rhyme, o " n th 1s sa t1tle L a D 1v1na as a nn n u der me , P tora, the ide ru i g through it being ilgrims telling each his or her story by wa y . p confe ssmn s ns a s n of of i , pr yer, etc ., to the Ble sed Virgi . Some tales are of considerable length and too serious for inclusion ‘ ' a n s L e e nd s s n are n n mo g the e f g ,f which , it will be ee , i te ded ' " a1 h 1 d n M m c l re n . Th 1s o e s M for , ercede essage, however, is a1ish n an n so in chi e ough for ythi g, let it go.

M e e i a n na erc d s .e . M an s . , , ercy, commo Sp i h me

Venezuelans in large numbers come on pil rim age to the " L a D a a See a e e nd XXV . shrine of ivina P stor . ( bove, g ) ) la ion s n There is also a considerable Spanish opu t till i Trinidad, n especially in the southern portion oi the isla d .

n in n a and a in Yellow fe ver . Now exti ct Tri id d, r re

y a n 1n a s . s Venezuela, but ery rev le t former d y Creole , however, .

m 1 d l so a was 1t. generally took 1t y, th t little thought of

are a a n . Moon. Creoles much fr id of the moo If you sleep in the full moon your features will be changed — not n for the better seemi gly .

n a a s a a s . Timite . A ki d of p lm le f u ed to th tch cott ge

' a d An a Ma hana Fa ther s not planted ya r . ex mple of ,

n . ma fiana . (Ci . Lege d XIX)

12 3 XXVII .

COMPARISONS .

L as Madres d e l Cacao flam e In crimson every year o S my heart kindles at her name, Yet faints when sh e is near ’ Thus sinners sink twixt joy and shame ' When heaven s gates appear .

The Balla ta in ea ch fourth year Bedecks itself in gold n But, oh, the wo der of her hair,

Fold over golden fold, Is as a halo— a despair

For mortals to behold .

The roble scents the fainting air, And spreads its tender bloom But every scene grows fairer where Her presence fills the room

We breathe a more celestial air,

A spiritual perfume .

l So earthly things resemb e her, But heavenly things more well A something sets our hearts astir Which lips can never tell

To think of her as woman, were

A thought unthinkable .

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' ' The finest gusher in the Magnate s oil-helds wasn t in it with Scribbler .

a s n s and — Then, of udde , the well choked it elf, Scribbler a He n was a n beca me hysteric l . k ew he idiot ! All that the a h ad s a san Count h ad s id , he told him elf thou d times over . He would go and drown himself !

n ns n a Who, the , would co ole the Child, the Cou t dem nded . ’ s sa e . a s a all He must live for the girl k Perh p , fter , the Magnate, a a n not a a who w s a pl i man , might c re for roy lties . He even went the length of offering to entrer en pourpa rlers with the ' m an on s a . a old Scribbler beh lf Scribbler, however, even in - s a h ad n s ns . f collapsed t te, more commo e e A ter the recent Auto-d a - n n a n not fé i cide t, he prob bly thought the Cou t would be the best intermediary .

s f s n n o a s ns was a Thi e fu io , e titled C mp ri o , mong ' a n s n Scribbler s pa e rs . Not mo g tho e do e up by themselves ’ nd abe ll d n s . as s r a n a l e Lege d Still , illu t ti g Scribbler s con ciousne ss n n ss and s a n n m a s of u worthi e hy teric l te de cy, it y be of interest .

o M a an Mad res d el Ca ca others of the Coco . A f ciful name given by the Spaniards to the immortelles planted as

a s See n XIX . sh de tree . ( Lege d )

- a lla td s fine a flowe rs n in a s . B . Thi h rd wood tree o ly wet ye r fl is not a Rou hly, every third or fourth . The ower ex ctl " ’ y o d was s a Entre or e t roux g . Neither the Child h ir ,

n a it. fl is an n a n the Cou t c lled The ower i termedi te ti t too . not a The fruit is delicious . Pity Scribbler could h ve worked a in a an s s n s th t , r ther th the Roble, who e ce t, though weet, ’ e rin at - a n s is rather over ow g close qu rters . He ce Scribbler a n air flowe r i f inti g . But the s glorious ; a rich, dull yellow .

12 6 XXVIII .

A WRAITH . All night in dreams I followed thee, On through a forest dreary ; ’ And never would st thou stay for me,

And faint was I and weary .

’ a And never would st thou t rry, sweet, For sighing or complaining s a And till I s w thy naked feet,

With blood the cold snow staining .

— And then I lost thee 1 But, ah, still, I sought for thee in weeping

Till in my arms, all cold and chill,

I had thee in safe keeping .

I wake, and but a Wild unrest, a s The sore , sweet dre m replace nd s Still are m y lips cold , a my brea t - Death cold fr om thy embraces .

12 7 E NOT S .

n na a ana Scribbler developed octur l h bits . I got the m ger to an a t all move me to other p rt of the Hotel . He could no move ' m e n in a s a s nd as all the the b chelor qu rter , however ; a com a n n a a n pl i ed, Scribbler we t to bo rdi g house .

‘ How did the other guests there like sharing his insomnia 1 nn n n a n a a That I ca ot tell . The ext thi g I did le r w s th t he ’ n t a nn — s an prowled the whole tow , S . Cl ir, St. A s there i — n At all s n Asylum there Belmo t, everywhere . hour . All ight in a - I a h is a n n a n through, f ct . expected to he r of h vi g bee be te ' u ou e n a n ass See for a S c y , like the l dy goi g to four o clock M . (

Legend XIII) .

What actually happened was that a Constable found him

a m on a n on P a . asleep at that hour (4 . .) be ch the itch W lk n w n Being a e member of the Force, he repelled with co tumely n n n nl a dollar note which Scribbler som ole tly te dered him . O a a — ns the chance arriv l of Sub I pector, who knew Scribbler wel a n c ns a is a sa ved him from some dire f te . Corrupti g a o t ble a serious m tter . It was probably during his snooze on the bench that Scribbler — h ad a s us . ra ith is s the dre m of which he tell The w , of cour e,

the Child .

e D rea r n a an an a and a For st y . We we t run to M z ill ; " a wa is a ood p rt of the y through high woods . R ther gloomy in Es a s a and a n ook g . peci lly ju t before you come to Arim , lo g L o in his an a was na a t e g Stretch . Scribbler, mel choli , tur lly ahfe ctech

B l d t e cold snow sta inin a ana oo h g . Scribbler was C dian . a a u a a d on m a D re ms t ke s b ck to childhood, n this e y ha ve a s s n o n in - n cri rec lled ome ce e n the Yuko mid wi ter . Poor S b fine a n was a n at ns a h ad bler 1 A r i f lli g the time . If the co t ble not awa kened him he would certainly ha ve h ad a fatal n um onia H s nsa a n is breast d ea t - l e . is e tion of h vi g h h co d " r m th embra ces a n a n i Fo y , therefore, c me e r bei g prophet c . As h ad a in a a it was , he cold the he d for week .

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XXIX .

A BOCA ROSE .

Go l l s , ove y ro e, tell her, herself a rose, E n — mblem of love divine, ew born on earth, s ss ss n n n How out of thing more gro , pa io a d pain a d loss, G s of row yet the perfect flower priceless worth .

l Out of the soi it grows, out of the mire, ’ and Perfect pure and warm as Jesus breath, n Which made the bli d to se e , whic h bade the bond be free l a And gave the iving soul to wh t was death .

True, but to fade it blooms true, but to die no n Living, it may t fade, though all thi gs may .

This, this its meed, its dower ! if love, in some high

hour, — Pluck it and wea r it, then cast it away 1

h Even so ! For if, perhaps, is lip have pressed ss Its petals lip , and lip pre ed lip again ' a a ss M s 5 As, when men sat t me t, one ki ed the a ter feet f Against his burial— is it in vain

Shall not a moment outwe igh all the years ! ’ th rob 5 l s t One look, one touch on until life c o e a — a What love, what pity g ve y, be it in the grave, — a s . Abide and comfort us and thee, poor ro e

1 29 E NOT S .

One afternoon I walked into the drawing-room and d is u d a nal s n t rbe n emotio ce e .

not lesse o No, I will tell . Nob blige .

ran a on — The Child out by door the other side . Scribbler n and at n we t looked out the wi dow .

f a n s a and n I I took up ew p per prete ded to read . Then l1 e d u1e tl . s pp out, q y

sa e y e nin a and The me g Scribbler c me, with much m yste r a 05 1 a a s a ae ke t m de me de t ry of e led p . Not to be opened ti l n d a 1nstructi on ext y . uch were my s .

He n on a sa we t bo rd the Apure the me night, and sailed d a - a a before y bre k for Boliv r .

n h as n a Nothi g bee he rd of him since .

a a s a o Ne rly four ye r g now .

At as a a n n . As le t I h ve he rd othi g to the Child, I ha ve s s h ad a s s n . a all f ometime u picio But, fter , is it like l The n n Belle of New York, the Belle of Lo do , Paris an various e itie s is sh e other , it likely would remember the callow, the . uninsp1re d Scribbler f

Ma na as s n n The g te died l t Augu t . Si ce the sh e h as been a ss a one of the gre t heire es of the world . H d Scribbler remained at home

no m an was not . He a s a s But , the worthy re li ed th t him elf.

n n n a m To retur , whe I ope ed the p cket, there were iscel a s s s a lane ous p pers, poem , pro e, completed work , fr gments , " n n to n s as every sort of thi g . O , Lege d of the Boc , done pue a D a a a . ns n up se r te, tied up with b t pe I ide, edic tio to " d and all s . s as a s . a Chi , the re t Ju t we h ve publi hed them

Also the followin g letter D a n s e r Ig otu , rve a na me— or s in I am off, to ca peri h the wilds of nd h a s a South America . If by the e of t ree ye r I h ve o n as s n s in a n t retur ed , ple e edit the e lege d for me wh t n n s a a ever wa y you thi k will re der them mo t ttr ctive . a a an ana a in I h ve deposited with the Roy l B k of C d , a m a sufficie nt am a s your name, su mply , I dvi ed, to

s ublicati a s m n . an cover co t of p oh, dverti e e t, etc If y balance 15 over

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EPIL OGUE.

On the eve of the general publication of this work we received the following mysterious cable

IB B LE From ! SCR R,

Hotel Gorgeous, s Bueno Ayres,

Argentine .

Ha ve hea rd you a re publishing LEGENDS OF " OCAS Su ress immedia tel Ma Eld n Mr B . pp y . n of ot . " L echmere Gu A urel a ppy . p y im gina ry cha ra cter .

We cabled back

ublic r P a tion a lrea dy in prog ess. Must go forwa rd . " B low you.

A week later came this further message

B low YOU D o a s ou l e w t . y ik i h the (bla nk) thing . ild a nd I m rried es Ch a y terday . Love .

F INIS .

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