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[Illustration: Map of the Caribbean Sea]


THE WEST INDIES AND THE SPANISH MAIN.

by

ANTHONY TROLLOPE,

Author of "Barchester Towers," "Doctor Thorne,"
"The Bertrams," etc.






London:
Chapman & Hall, 193, Piccadilly.
1859.

[The right of translation is reserved.]

London: Printed by William Clowes and Sons, Stamford Street




CONTENTS.

  Chapter

       I.--Introductory

      II.--Jamaica--Town

     III.--Jamaica--Country

      IV.--Jamaica--Black Men

       V.--Jamaica--<DW52> Men

      VI.--Jamaica--White Men

     VII.--Jamaica--Sugar

    VIII.--Jamaica--Emperor Soulouque

      IX.--Jamaica--Government

       X.--Cuba

      XI.--The Passage of the Windward Islands

     XII.--British Guiana

    XIII.--Barbados

     XIV.--Trinidad

      XV.--St. Thomas

     XVI.--New Granada, and the Isthmus of Panama

    XVII.--Central America. Panama to San Jose

   XVIII.--Central America. Costa Rica--San Jose

     XIX.--Central America. Costa Rica--Mount Irazu

      XX.--Central America. San Jose to Greytown

     XXI.--Central America. Railways, Canals, and Transit

    XXII.--The Bermudas

   XXIII.--Conclusion




THE WEST INDIES AND THE SPANISH MAIN.




CHAPTER I.

INTRODUCTORY.


I am beginning to write this book on board the brig ----, trading
between Kingston, in Jamaica, and Cien Fuegos, on the southern coast
of Cuba. At the present moment there is not a puff of wind, neither
land breeze nor sea breeze; the sails are flapping idly against the
masts; there is not motion enough to give us the command of the
rudder; the tropical sun is shining through upon my head into the
miserable hole which they have deluded me into thinking was a cabin.
The marine people--the captain and his satellites--are bound to
provide me; and all that they have provided is yams, salt pork,
biscuit, and bad coffee. I should be starved but for the small
ham--would that it had been a large one--which I thoughtfully
purchased in Kingston; and had not a kind medical friend, as he
grasped me by the hand at Port Royal, stuffed a box of sardines into
my pocket. He suggested two boxes. Would that I had taken them!

It is now the 25th January, 1859, and if I do not reach Cien Fuegos
by the 28th, all this misery will have been in vain. I might as
well in such case have gone to St. Thomas, and spared myself these
experiences of the merchant navy. Let it be understood by all men
that in these latitudes the respectable, comfortable, well-to-do
route from every place to every other place is via the little Danish
island of St. Thomas. From Demerara to the Isthmus of Panama, you go
by St. Thomas. From Panama to Jamaica and Honduras, you go by St.
Thomas. From Honduras and Jamaica to Cuba and Mexico, you go by St.
Thomas. From Cuba to the Bahamas, you go by St. Thomas--or did when
this was written. The Royal Mail Steam Packet Company dispense all
their branches from that favoured spot.

But I was ambitious of a quicker transit and a less beaten path,
and here I am lying under the lee of the land, in a dirty, hot,
motionless tub, expiating my folly. We shall never make Cien Fuegos
by the 28th, and then it will be eight days more before I can reach
the Havana. May God forgive me all my evil thoughts!

Motionless, I said; I wish she were. Progressless should have been
my word. She rolls about in a nauseous manner, disturbing the two
sardines which I have economically eaten, till I begin to fear that
my friend's generosity will become altogether futile. To which
result greatly tends the stench left behind it by the cargo of salt
fish with which the brig was freighted when she left St. John, New
Brunswick, for these ports. "We brought but a very small quantity,"
the skipper says. If so, that very small quantity was stowed
above and below the very bunk which has been given up to me as a
sleeping-place. Ugh!

"We are very poor," said the blue-nosed skipper when he got me on
board. "Well; poverty is no disgrace," said I, as one does when
cheering a poor man. "We are very poor indeed; I cannot even offer
you a cigar." My cigar-case was immediately out of my pocket. After
all, cigars are but as coals going to Newcastle when one intends to
be in Cuba in four days.

"We are very poor indeed, sir," said the blue-nosed skipper again
when I brought out my solitary bottle of brandy--for I must
acknowledge to a bottle of brandy as well as to the small ham. "We
have not a drop of spirits of any kind on board." Then I altered my
mind, and began to feel that poverty was a disgrace. What business
had this man to lure me into his stinking boat, telling me that he
would take me to Cien Fuegos, and feed me on the way, when he had not
a mouthful to eat, or a drop to drink, and could not raise a puff of
wind to fill his sails? "Sir," said I, "brandy is dangerous in these
latitudes, unless it be taken medicinally; as for myself, I take
no other kind of physic." I think that poverty on shipboard is a
disgrace, and should not be encouraged. Should I ever be on shore
again, my views may become more charitable.

Oh, for the good ship 'Atrato,' which I used to abuse with such
objurgations because the steward did not come at my very first call;
because the claret was only half iced; because we were forced to
close our little whist at 11 p.m., the serjeant-at-arms at that
hour inexorably extinguishing all the lights! How rancorous were
our tongues! "This comes of monopoly," said a stern and eloquent
neighbour at the dinner-table, holding up to sight a somewhat
withered apple. "And dis," said a grinning Frenchman from Martinique
with a curse, exhibiting a rotten walnut--"dis, dis! They give me
dis for my moneys--for my thirty-five pounds!" And glancing round
with angry eye, he dropped the walnut on to his plate.

Apples! and walnuts!! What would I give for the 'Atrato' now; for my
berth, then thought so small; for its awning; for a bottle of its
soda water; for one cut from one of all its legs of mutton; for
two hours of its steam movement! And yet it is only now that I am
learning to forgive that withered apple and that ill-iced claret.

Having said so much about my present position, I shall be glad to
be allowed to say a few words about my present person. There now
exists an opportunity for doing so, as I have before me the Spanish
passport, for which I paid sixteen shillings in Kingston the day
before I left it. It is simply signed Pedro Badan. But it is headed
Don Pedro Badan Calderon de la Barca, which sounds to me very much as
though I were to call myself Mr. Anthony Trollope Ben Jonson. To this
will be answered that such might have been my name. But then I should
not have signed myself Anthony Trollope. The gentleman, however,
has doubtless been right according to his Spanish lights; and the
name sounds very grand, especially as there is added to it two
lines declaring how that Don Pedro Badan is a Caballero. He was as
dignified a personage as a Spanish Don should be, and seemed somewhat
particular about the sixteen shillings, as Spanish and other Dons
generally are.

He has informed me as to my "Talla," that it is Alta. I rather like
the old man on the whole. Never before this have I obtained in a
passport any more dignified description of my body than robust. I
certainly like the word "Alta." Then my eyes are azure. This he
did not find out by the unassisted guidance of personal inspection.
"Ojos, blue," he suggested to me, trying to look through my
spectacles. Not understanding "Ojos," I said "Yes." My "cejas" are
"castanas," and so is my cabello also. Castanas must be chestnut,
surely--cejas may mean eyebrows--cabello is certainly hair. Now any
but a Spaniard would have declared that as to hair, I was bald; and
as to eyebrows, nothing in particular. My colour is sano. There is
great comfort in that. I like the word sano. "Mens sana in corpore
sano." What has a man to wish for but that? I thank thee once more,
Don Pedro Badan Calderon de la Barca.

But then comes the mystery. If I have any personal vanity, it is
wrapped up in my beard. It is a fine, manly article of dandyism, that
wears well in all climates, and does not cost much, even when new.
Well, what has the Don said of my beard?

It is poblada. I would give five shillings for the loan of a Spanish
dictionary at this moment. Poblada! Well, my first effort, if ever
I do reach Cuba, shall be made with reference to that word.

Oh; we are getting into the trade-winds, are we? Let Aeolus be
thanked at last. I should be glad to get into a monsoon or a simoom
at the present moment, if there be monsoons and simooms in these
parts. Yes; it comes rippling down upon us with a sweet, cool, airy
breeze; the sails flap rather more loudly, as though they had some
life in them, and then fill themselves with a grateful motion.
Our three or four sailors rise from the deck where they have been
snoring, and begin to stretch themselves. "You may put her about,"
says the skipper; for be it known that for some hours past her head
has been lying back towards Port Royal. "We shall make fine track
now, sir," he says, turning to me. "And be at Cien Fuegos on the
28th?" I demanded. "Perhaps, sir; perhaps. We've lost twenty-four
hours, sir, doing nothing, you know."

Oh, wretched man that I am! the conveyance from Cien Fuegos to the
Havana is but once a week.

The sails are still flopping against the yard. It is now noon on
the 29th of January, and neither captain, mate, crew, nor the one
solitary passenger have the least idea when the good brig ---- will
reach the port of Cien Fuegos; not even whether she will reach
it at all. Since that time we have had wind enough in all
conscience--lovely breezes as the mate called them. But we have
oversailed our mark; and by how much no man on board this vessel
can tell. Neither the captain nor the mate were ever in Cien Fuegos
before; and I begin to doubt whether they ever will be there. No one
knows where we are. An old stove has, it seems, been stowed away
right under the compass, giving a false bias to the needle, so that
our only guide guides us wrong. There is not a telescope on board. I
very much doubt the skipper's power of taking an observation, though
he certainly goes through the form of holding a machine like a brazen
spider up to his eye about midday. My brandy and cigars are done; and
altogether we are none of us jolly.

Flap, flap, flap! roll, roll, roll! The time passes in this way
very tediously. And then there has come upon us all a feeling
not expressed, though seen in the face of all, of utter want of
confidence in our master. There is none of the excitement of danger,
for the land is within a mile of us; none of the exhaustion of work,
for there is nothing to do. Of pork and biscuits and water there is,
I believe, plenty. There is nothing tragic to be made out of it. But
comic misery wears one quite as deeply as that of a sterner sort.

It is hardly credible that men should be sent about a job for which
they are so little capable, and as to which want of experience must
be so expensive! Here we are, beating up the coast of Cuba against
the prevailing wind, knowing nothing of the points which should guide
us, and looking out for a harbour without a sea-glass to assist our
eyes. When we reach port, be it Cien Fuegos or any other, the first
thing we must do will be to ask the name of it! It is incredible to
myself that I should have found my way into such circumstances.

I have been unable not to recount my present immediate troubles, they
press with such weight upon my spirits; but I have yet to commence my
journeyings at their beginning. Hitherto I have but told under what
circumstances I began the actual work of writing.

On the 17th of November, 1858, I left the port of Southampton in
the good ship 'Atrato.' My purposed business, O cherished reader!
was not that of writing these pages for thy delectation; but the
accomplishment of certain affairs of State, of import grave or
trifling as the case may be, with which neither thou nor I shall have
further concern in these pages. So much it may be well that I should
say, in order that my apparently purposeless wanderings may be
understood to have had some method in them.

And in the good ship 'Atrato' I reached that emporium of travellers,
St. Thomas, on the 2nd of December. We had awfully bad weather, of
course, and the ship did wonders. When men write their travels, the
weather has always been bad, and the ship has always done wonders.
We thought ourselves very uncomfortable--I, for one, now know
better--and abused the company, and the captain, and the purser, and
the purveyor, and the stewards every day at breakfast and dinner; not
always with the eloquence of the Frenchman and his walnut, but very
frequently with quite equal energy. But at the end of our journey we
were all smiles, and so was the captain. He was tender to the ladies
and cordial to the gentlemen; and we, each in our kind, reciprocated
his attention. On the whole, O my readers! if you are going to the
West Indies, you may do worse than go in the 'Atrato.' But do not
think too much of your withered apples.

I landed at St. Thomas, where we lay for some hours; and as I put
my foot on the tropical soil for the first time, a lady handed me a
rose, saying, "That's for love, dear." I took it, and said that it
should be for love. She was beautifully, nay, elegantly dressed. Her
broad-brimmed hat was as graceful as are those of Ryde or Brighton.
The well-starched skirts of her muslin dress gave to her upright
figure that look of easily compressible bulk, which, let 'Punch' do
what it will, has become so sightly to our eyes. Pink gloves were on
her hands. "That's for love, dear." Yes, it shall be for love; for
thee and thine, if I can find that thou deservest it. What was it to
me that she was as black as my boot, or that she had come to look
after the ship's washing?

I shall probably have a word or two to say about St. Thomas; but not
now. It is a Niggery-Hispano-Dano-Yankee-Doodle place; in which,
perhaps, the Yankee-Doodle element, declaring itself in nasal twang
and sherry cobblers, seems to be of the strongest flavour; as
undoubtedly will be the case in many of these parts as years go on
revolving. That nasal twang will sound as the Bocca Romana in coming
fashionable western circles; those sherry cobblers will be the
Falernian drink of a people masters of half the world. I dined at the
hotel, but should have got a better dinner on board the 'Atrato,' in
spite of the withered apples.

From St. Thomas we went to Kingston, Jamaica, in the 'Derwent.' We
were now separated from the large host of Spaniards who had come with
us, going to Peru, the Spanish Main, Mexico, Cuba, or Porto Rico;
and, to tell the truth, we were not broken-hearted on the occasion.
Spaniards are bad fellow-travellers; the Spaniard, at least, of the
Western hemisphere. They seize the meats upon the table somewhat
greedily; their ablutions are not plentiful; and their timidity makes
them cumbersome. That they are very lions when facing an enemy on
terra firma, I do not doubt. History, I believe, tells so much for
them. But half a gale of wind lays them prostrate, at all hours
except feeding-time.

We had no Spaniards in the 'Derwent,' but a happy jovial little crew
of Englishmen and Englishwomen--or of English subjects rather, for
the majority of them belonged to Jamaica. The bad weather was at an
end, and all our nautical troubles nearly over; so we ate and drank
and smoked and danced, and swore mutual friendship, till the officer
of the Board of Health visited us as we rounded the point at Port
Royal, and again ruffled our tempers by delaying us for some thirty
minutes under a broiling sun.

Kingston harbour is a large lagune, formed by a long narrow bank of
sand which runs out into the sea, commencing some three or four miles
above the town of Kingston, and continuing parallel with the coast
on which Kingston is built till it reaches a point some five or six
miles below Kingston. This sandbank is called "The Palisades," and
the point or end of it is Port Royal. This is the seat of naval
supremacy for Jamaica, and, as far as England is concerned, for the
surrounding islands and territories. And here lies our flag-ship;
and here we maintain a commodore, a dock-yard, a naval hospital,
a pile of invalided anchors, and all the usual adjuncts of such
an establishment. Some years ago--I am not good at dates, but say
seventy, if you will--Port Royal was destroyed by an earthquake.

Those who are geographically inclined should be made to understand
that the communication between Port Royal and Kingston, as, indeed,
between Port Royal and any other part of the island, is by water.
It is, I believe, on record that hardy Subs, and hardier Mids, have
ridden along the Palisades, and not died from sun-stroke in the
effort. But the chances are much against them. The ordinary ingress
and egress is by water. The ferry boats usually take about an hour,
and the charge is a shilling. The writer of these pages, however, has
been two hours and a quarter in the transit.




CHAPTER II.

JAMAICA--TOWN.


Were it arranged by Fate that my future residence should be in
Jamaica, I should certainly prefer the life of a country mouse. The
town mice, in my mind, have but a bad time of it. Of all towns that
I ever saw, Kingston is perhaps, on the whole, the least alluring,
and is the more absolutely without any point of attraction for the
stranger than any other.

It is built down close to the sea--or rather, on the lagune which
forms the harbour, has a southern aspect, and is hot even in winter.
I have seen the thermometer considerably above eighty in the shade in
December, and the mornings are peculiarly hot, so that there is no
time at which exercise can be taken with comfort. At about 10 a.m.,
a sea breeze springs up, which makes it somewhat cooler than it is
two hours earlier--that is, cooler in the houses. The sea breeze,
however, is not of a nature to soften the heat of the sun, or to make
it even safe to walk far at that hour. Then, in the evening, there is
no twilight, and when the sun is down it is dark. The stranger will
not find it agreeable to walk much about Kingston in the dark.

Indeed, the residents in the town, and in the neighbourhood of the
town, never walk. Men, even young men, whose homes are some mile or
half-mile distant from their offices, ride or drive to their work as
systematically as a man who lives at Watford takes the railway.

Kingston, on a map--for there is a map even of Kingston--looks
admirably well. The streets all run in parallels. There is a fine
large square, plenty of public buildings, and almost a plethora of
places of worship. Everything is named with propriety, and there
could be no nicer town anywhere. But this word of promise to the
ear is strangely broken when the performance is brought to the test.
More than half the streets are not filled with houses. Those which
are so filled, and those which are not, have an equally rugged,
disreputable, and bankrupt appearance. The houses are mostly of wood,
and are unpainted, disjointed, and going to ruin. Those which are
built with brick not unfrequently appear as though the mortar had
been diligently picked out from the interstices.

But the disgrace of Jamaica is the causeway of the streets
themselves. There never was so odious a place in which to move.
There is no pathway or trottoir to the streets, though there is very
generally some such--I cannot call it accommodation--before each
individual house. But as these are all broken from each other by
steps up and down, as they are of different levels, and sometimes
terminate abruptly without any steps, they cannot be used by the
public. One is driven, therefore, into the middle of the street. But
the street is neither paved nor macadamized, nor prepared for traffic
in any way. In dry weather it is a bed of sand, and in wet weather it
is a watercourse. Down the middle of this the unfortunate pedestrian
has to wade, with a tropical sun on his head; and this he must do in
a town which, from its position, is hotter than almost any other in
the West Indies. It is no wonder that there should be but little
walking.

But the stranger does not find himself naturally in possession of a
horse and carriage. He may have a saddle-horse for eight shillings;
but that is expensive as well as dilatory if he merely wishes to call
at the post-office, or buy a pair of gloves. There are articles which
they call omnibuses, and which ply cheap enough, and carry men to any
part of the town for sixpence; that is, they will do so if you can
find them. They do not run from any given point to any other, but
meander about through the slush and sand, and are as difficult to
catch as the musquitoes.

The city of Havana, in Cuba, is lighted at night by oil-lamps. The
little town of Cien Fuegos, in the same island, is lighted by gas.
But Kingston is not lighted at all!

We all know that Jamaica is not thriving as once it throve, and that
one can hardly expect to find there all the energy of a prosperous
people. But still I think that something might be done to redeem this
town from its utter disgrace. Kingston itself is not without wealth.
If what one hears on such subjects contains any indications towards
the truth, those in trade there are still doing well. There is a
mayor, and there are aldermen. All the paraphernalia for carrying
on municipal improvements are ready. If the inhabitants have about
themselves any pride in their locality, let them, in the name of
common decency, prepare some sort of causeway in the streets; with
some drainage arrangement, by which rain may run off into the sea
without lingering for hours in every corner of the town. Nothing
could be easier, for there is a fall towards the shore through the
whole place. As it is now, Kingston is a disgrace to the country that
owns it.

One is peculiarly struck also by the ugliness of the buildings--those
buildings, that is, which partake in any degree of a public
character--the churches and places of worship, the public offices,
and such like. We have no right, perhaps, to expect good taste so
far away from any school in which good taste is taught; and it may,
perhaps, be said by some that we have sins enough of our own at home
to induce us to be silent on this head. But it is singular that any
man who could put bricks and stones and timber together should put
them together in such hideous forms as those which are to be seen
here.

I never met a wider and a kinder hospitality than I did in Jamaica,
but I neither ate nor drank in any house in Kingston except my
hotel, nor, as far as I can remember, did I enter any house except
in the way of business. And yet I was there--necessarily there,
unfortunately--for some considerable time. The fact is, that hardly
any Europeans, or even white Creoles, live in the town. They have
country seats, pens as they call them, at some little distance. They
hate the town, and it is no wonder they should do so.

That which tends in part to the desolation of Kingston--or rather,
to put the proposition in a juster form, which prevents Kingston
from enjoying those advantages which would naturally attach to the
metropolis of the island--is this: the seat of government is not
there, but at Spanish Town. Then our naval establishment is at Port
Royal.

When a city is in itself thriving, populous, and of great commercial
importance, it may be very well to make it wholly independent of the
government. New York, probably, might be no whit improved were the
National Congress to be held there; nor Amsterdam, perhaps, if the
Hague were abandoned; but it would be a great thing for Kingston if
Spanish Town were deserted.

The Governor lives at the latter place, as do also those satellites
or moons who revolve round the larger luminary--the secretaries,
namely, and executive officers. These in Jamaica are now so reduced
in size that they could not perhaps do much for any city; but they
would do a little, and to Kingston any little would be acceptable.
Then the Legislative Council and the House of Assembly sit at Spanish
Town, and the members--at any rate of the latter body--are obliged
to live there during some three months of the year, not generally in
very comfortable lodgings.

Respectable residents in the island, who would pay some attention to
the Governor if he lived at the principal town, find it impossible
to undergo the nuisance of visiting Spanish Town, and in this way
go neither to the one nor the other, unless when passing through
Kingston on their biennial or triennial visits to the old country.

And those visits to Spanish Town are indeed a nuisance. In saying
this, I reflect in no way on the Governor or the Governor's people.
Were Gabriel Governor of Jamaica, with only five thousand pounds
a year, and had he a dozen angels with him as secretaries and
aides-de-camp, mortal men would not go to them at Spanish Town after
they had once seen of what feathers their wings were made.

It is like the city of the dead. There are long streets there in
which no human inhabitant is ever seen. In others a silent old
<DW64> woman may be sitting at an open door, or a child playing,
solitary, in the dust. The Governor's house--King's House as it is
called--stands on one side of a square; opposite is the house of the
Assembly; on the left, as you come out from the Governor's, are the
executive offices and house of the Council, and on the right some
other public buildings. The place would have some pretension about
it did it not seem to be stricken with an eternal death. All the
walls are of a dismal dirty yellow, and a stranger cannot but think
that the colour is owing to the dreadfully prevailing disease of the
country. In this square there are no sounds; men and women never
frequent it; nothing enters it but sunbeams--and such sunbeams! The
glare from those walls seems to forbid that men and women should come
there.

The parched, dusty, deserted streets are all hot and perfectly
without shade. The crafty Italians have built their narrow streets
so that the sun can hardly enter them, except when he is in the mid
heaven; but there has been no such craft at Spanish Town. The houses
are very low, and when there is any sun in the heavens it can enter
those streets; and in those heavens there is always a burning,
broiling sun.

But the place is not wholly deserted. There is here the most
frightfully hideous race of pigs that ever made a man ashamed to own
himself a bacon-eating biped. I have never done much in pigs myself,
but I believe that pigly grace consists in plumpness and comparative
shortness--in shortness, above all, of the face and nose. The
Spanish Town pigs are never plump. They are the very ghosts of swine,
consisting entirely of bones and bristles. Their backs are long,
their ribs are long, their legs are long, but, above all, their heads
and noses are hideously long. These brutes prowl about in the sun,
and glare at the unfrequent strangers with their starved eyes, as
though doubting themselves whether, by some little exertion, they
might not become beasts of prey.

The necessity which exists for white men going to Spanish Town to see
the Governor results, I do not doubt, in some deaths every year. I
will describe the first time I was thus punished. Spanish Town is
thirteen miles from Kingston, and the journey is accomplished by
railway in somewhat under an hour. The trains run about every four
hours. On my arrival a public vehicle took me from the station up
to King's House, and everything seemed to be very convenient. The
streets, certainly, were rather dead, and the place hot; but I was
under cover, and the desolation did not seem to affect me. When I was
landed on the steps of the government-house, the first idea of my
coming sorrows flitted across my mind. "Where shall I call for you?"
said the driver; "the train goes at a quarter past four." It was
then one: and where was he to call for me? and what was I to do with
myself for three hours? "Here," I said; "on these steps." What other
place could I name? I knew no other place in Spanish Town.

The Governor was all that was obliging--as Governors now-a-days
always are--and made an appointment for me to come again on the
following day, to see some one or say something, who or which could
not be seen or said on that occasion. Thus some twenty minutes were
exhausted, and there remained two hours and fifty minutes more upon
my hands.

How I wished that the big man's big men had not been so rapidly
courteous--that they had kept me waiting for some hour or so, to
teach me that I was among big people, as used to be done in the good
old times! In such event, I should at any rate have had a seat,
though a hard one, and shelter from the sun. But not a moment's grace
had been afforded me. At the end of twenty minutes I found myself
again standing on those glaring steps.

What should I do? Where should I go? Looking all around me, I did
not see as much life as would serve to open a door if I asked for
shelter. I stood upon those desolate steps till the perspiration ran
down my face with the labour of standing. Where was I to go? What was
I to do? "Inhospitalem caucasum!" I exclaimed, as I slowly made my
way down into the square.

When an Englishman has nothing to do, and a certain time to wait,
his one resource is to walk about. A Frenchman sits down and lights
a cigar, an Italian goes to sleep, a German meditates, an American
invents some new position for his limbs as far as possible asunder
from that intended for them by nature, but an Englishman always takes
a walk. I had nothing to do. Even under the full fury of the sun
walking is better than standing still. I would take a walk.

I moved slowly round the square, and by the time that I had reached
an opposite corner all my clothes were wet through. On I went,
however, down one dead street and up another. I saw no one but the
pigs, and almost envied them their fleshlessness. I turned another
corner, and I came upon the square again. That seemed to me to be the
lowest depth of all that fiery Pandemonium, and with a quickened step
I passed through but a corner of it. But the sun blazed even fiercer
and fiercer. Should I go back and ask for a seat, if it were but on a
bench in the government scullery, among the female <DW64>s?

Something I must do, or there would soon be an end of me. There
must be some inn in the place, if I could only find it. I was not
absolutely in the midst of the Great Sahara. There were houses on
each side of me, though they were all closed. I looked at my watch,
and found that ten minutes had passed by since I had been on my legs.
I thought I had wandered for an hour.

And now I saw an old woman--the first human creature I had seen since
I left the light of the Governor's face; the shade I should say,
meaning to speak of it in the most complimentary terms. "Madam,"
said I, "is there an inn here; and if so, where may it be?" "Inn!"
repeated the ancient negress, looking at me in a startled way. "Me
know noting, massa;" and so she passed on. Inns in Jamaica are called
lodging-houses, or else taverns; but I did not find this out till
afterwards.

And then I saw a man walking quickly with a basket across the street,
some way in advance of me. If I did not run I should miss him; so I
did run; and I hallooed also. I shall never forget the exertion. "Is
there a public-house," I exclaimed, feverishly, "in this ---- place?"
I forget the exact word which should fill up the blank, but I think
it was "blessed."

"Pubberlic-house, massa, in dis d----m place," said the grinning
<DW64>, repeating my words after me, only that I know _he_ used the
offensive phrase which I have designated. "Pubberlic-house! what
dat?" and then he adjusted his basket on his head, and proceeded to
walk on.

By this time I was half blind, and my head reeled through the effects
of the sun. But I could not allow myself to perish there, in the
middle of Spanish Town, without an effort. It behoved me as a man to
do something to save my life. So I stopped the fellow, and at last
succeeded in making him understand that I would give him sixpence if
he would conduct me to some house of public entertainment.

"Oh, de Vellington tavern," said he; and taking me to a corner three
yards from where we stood, he showed me the sign-board. "And now de
two quatties," he said. I knew nothing of quatties then, but I gave
him the sixpence, and in a few minutes I found myself within the
"Wellington."

It was a miserable hole, but it did afford me shelter. Indeed, it
would not have been so miserable had I known at first, as I did some
few minutes before I left, that there was a better room up stairs.
But the people of the house could not suppose but what every one knew
the "Wellington;" and thought, doubtless, that I preferred remaining
below in the dirt.

I was over two hours in this place, and even that was not pleasant.
When I went up into the fashionable room above, I found there, among
others, a <DW64> of exceeding blackness. I do not know that I ever saw
skin so purely black. He was talking eagerly with his friends, and
after a while I heard him say, in a voice of considerable dignity, "I
shall bring forward a motion on de subject in de house to-morrow." So
that I had not fallen into bad society.

But even under these circumstances two hours spent in a tavern
without a book, without any necessity for eating or drinking, is not
pleasant; and I trust that when I next visit Jamaica I may find the
seat of government moved to Kingston. The Governor would do Kingston
some good; and it is on the cards that Kingston might return the
compliment.

The inns in Kingston rejoice in the grand name of halls. Not that you
ask which is the best hall, or inquire at what hall your friend is
staying; but such is the title given to the individual house. One
is the Date-tree Hall, another Blundle's Hall, a third Barkly Hall,
and so on. I took up my abode at Blundle Hall, and found that the
landlady in whose custody I had placed myself was a sister of good
Mrs. Seacole. "My sister wanted to go to India," said my landlady,
"with the army, you know. But Queen Victoria would not let her; her
life was too precious." So that Mrs. Seacole is a prophet, even in
her own country.

Much cannot be said for the West Indian hotels in general. By far
the best that I met was at Cien Fuegos, in Cuba. This one, kept by
Mrs. Seacole's sister, was not worse, if not much better, than the
average. It was clean, and reasonable as to its charges. I used to
wish that the patriotic lady who kept it could be induced to abandon
the idea that beefsteaks and onions, and bread and cheese and beer
composed the only diet proper for an Englishman. But it is to be
remarked all through the island that the people are fond of English
dishes, and that they despise, or affect to despise, their own
productions. They will give you ox-tail soup when turtle would be
much cheaper. Roast beef and beefsteaks are found at almost every
meal. An immense deal of beer is consumed. When yams, avocado
pears, the mountain cabbage, plaintains, and twenty other delicious
vegetables may be had for the gathering, people will insist on eating
bad English potatoes; and the desire for English pickles is quite
a passion. This is one phase of that love for England which is so
predominant a characteristic of the white inhabitants of the West
Indies.

At the inns, as at the private houses, the household servants are
almost always black. The manners of these people are to a stranger
very strange. They are not absolutely uncivil, except on occasions;
but they have an easy, free, patronizing air. If you find fault
with them, they insist on having the last word, and are generally
successful. They do not appear to be greedy of money; rarely ask for
it, and express but little thankfulness when they get it. At home,
in England, one is apt to think that an extra shilling will go a
long way with boots and chambermaid, and produce hotter water, more
copious towels, and quicker attendance than is ordinary. But in the
West Indies a similar result does not follow in a similar degree.
And in the West Indies it is absolutely necessary that these people
should be treated with dignity; and it is not always very easy to
reach the proper point of dignity. They like familiarity, but are
singularly averse to ridicule; and though they wish to be on good
terms with you, they do not choose that these shall be reached
without the proper degree of antecedent ceremony.

"Halloo, old fellow! how about that bath?" I said one morning to
a lad who had been commissioned to see a bath filled for me. He
was cleaning boots at the time, and went on with his employment,
sedulously, as though he had not heard a word. But he was over
sedulous, and I saw that he heard me.

"I say, how about that bath?" I continued. But he did not move a
muscle.

"Put down those boots, sir," I said, going up to him; "and go and do
as I bid you."

"Who you call fellor? You speak to a gen'lman gen'lmanly, and den he
fill de bath."

"James," said I, "might I trouble you to leave those boots, and see
the bath filled for me?" and I bowed to him.

"'Es, sir," he answered, returning my bow; "go at once." And so
he did, perfectly satisfied. Had he imagined, however, that I was
quizzing him, in all probability he would not have gone at all.

There will be those who will say that I had received a good lesson;
and perhaps I had. But it would be rather cumbersome if we were
forced to treat our juvenile servants at home in this manner--or even
those who are not juvenile.

I must say this for the servants, that I never knew them to steal
anything, or heard of their doing so from any one else. If any one
deserves to be robbed, I deserve it; for I leave my keys and my
money everywhere, and seldom find time to lock my portmanteau.
But my carelessness was not punished in Jamaica. And this I think
is the character of the people as regards absolute personal
property--personal property that has been housed and garnered--that
has, as it were, been made the possessor's very own. There can be no
more diligent thieves than they are in appropriating to themselves
the fruits of the earth while they are still on the trees. They will
not understand that this is stealing. Nor can much be said for their
honesty in dealing. There is a great difference between cheating and
stealing in the minds of many men, whether they be black or white.

There are good shops in Kingston, and I believe that men in trade
are making money there. I cannot tell on what principle prices
range themselves as compared with those in England. Some things are
considerably cheaper than with us, and some much, very much dearer. A
pair of excellent duck trousers, if I may be excused for alluding to
them, cost me eighteen shillings when made to order. Whereas, a pair
of evening white gloves could not be had under four-and-sixpence.
That, at least, was the price charged, though I am bound to own that
the shop-boy considerately returned me sixpence, discount for ready
money.

The men in the shops are generally of the <DW52> race, and they are
also extremely free and easy in their manners. From them this is more
disagreeable than from the <DW64>s. "Four-and-sixpence for white
gloves!" I said; "is not that high?" "Not at all, sir; by no means.
We consider it rather cheap. But in Kingston, sir, you must not think
about little economies." And he leered at me in a very nauseous
manner as he tied his parcel. However, I ought to forgive him, for
did he not return to me sixpence discount, unasked?

There are various places of worship in Kingston, and the <DW64>s
are fond of attending them. But they love best that class of
religion which allows them to hear the most of their own voices.
They are therefore fond of Baptists; and fonder of the Wesleyans
than of the Church of England. Many also are Roman Catholics. Their
singing-classes are constantly to be heard as one walks through the
streets. No religion is worth anything to them which does not offer
the allurement of some excitement.

Very little excitement is to be found in the Church-of-England
Kingston parish church. The church itself, with its rickety pews, and
creaking doors, and wretched seats made purposely so as to render
genuflexion impossible, and the sleepy, droning, somnolent service
are exactly what was so common in England twenty years since; but
which are common no longer, thanks to certain much-abused clerical
gentlemen. Not but that it may still be found in England if
diligently sought for.

But I must not finish my notice on the town of Kingston without
a word of allusion to my enemies, the musquitoes. Let no
European attempt to sleep there at any time of the year without
musquito-curtains. If he do, it will only be an attempt; which will
probably end in madness and fever before morning.

Nor will musquito-curtains suffice unless they are brushed out
with no ordinary care, and then tucked in; and unless, also, the
would-be-sleeper, after having cunningly crept into his bed at the
smallest available aperture, carefully pins up that aperture. Your
Kingston musquito is the craftiest of insects, and the most deadly.




CHAPTER III.

JAMAICA--COUNTRY.


I have spoken in disparaging terms of the chief town in Jamaica,
but I can atone for this by speaking in very high terms of the
country. In that island one would certainly prefer the life of the
country mouse. There is scenery in Jamaica which almost equals that
of Switzerland and the Tyrol; and there is also, which is more
essential, a temperature among the mountains in which a European can
live comfortably.

I travelled over the greater part of the island, and was very much
pleased with it. The drawbacks on such a tour are the expensiveness
of locomotion, the want of hotels, and the badness of the roads. As
to cost, the tourist always consoles himself by reflecting that he is
going to take the expensive journey once, and once only. The badness
of the roads forms an additional excitement; and the want of hotels
is cured, as it probably has been caused, by the hospitality of the
gentry.

And they are very hospitable--and hospitable, too, under adverse
circumstances. In olden times, when nobody anywhere was so rich as a
Jamaica planter, it was not surprising that he should be always glad
to see his own friends and his friends' friends, and their friends.
Such visits dissipated the ennui of his own life, and the expense was
not appreciable--or, at any rate, not undesirable. An open house was
his usual rule of life. But matters are much altered with him now.
If he be a planter of the olden days, he will have passed through
fire and water in his endeavours to maintain his position. If, as is
more frequently the case, he be a man of new date on his estate, he
will probably have established himself with a small capital; and he
also will have to struggle. But, nevertheless, the hospitality is
maintained, perhaps not on the olden scale, yet on a scale that by no
means requires to be enlarged.

"It is rather hard on us," said a young planter to me, with whom I
was on terms of sufficient intimacy to discuss such matters--"We send
word to the people at home that we are very poor. They won't quite
believe us, so they send out somebody to see. The somebody comes,
a pleasant-mannered fellow, and we kill our little fatted calf for
him; probably it is only a ewe lamb. We bring out our bottle or two
of the best, that has been put by for a gala day, and so we make
his heart glad. He goes home, and what does he say of us? These
Jamaica planters are princes--the best fellows living; I liked them
amazingly. But as for their poverty, don't believe a word of it.
They swim in claret, and usually bathe in champagne. Now that is
hard, seeing that our common fare is salt fish and rum and water."
I advised him in future to receive such inquirers with his ordinary
fare only. "Yes," said he, "and then we should get it on the other
cheek. We should be abused for our stinginess. No Jamaica man could
stand that."

It is of course known that the sugar-cane is the chief production of
Jamaica; but one may travel for days in the island and only see a
cane piece here and there. By far the greater portion of the island
is covered with wild wood and jungle--what is there called bush.
Through this, on an occasional favourable spot, and very frequently
on the roadsides, one sees the gardens or provision-grounds of the
<DW64>s. These are spots of land cultivated by them, for which they
either pay rent, or on which, as is quite as common, they have
squatted without payment of any rent.

These provision-grounds are very picturesque. They are not filled, as
a peasant's garden in England or in Ireland is filled, with potatoes
and cabbages, or other vegetables similarly uninteresting in their
growth; but contain cocoa-trees, breadfruit-trees, oranges, mangoes,
limes, plantains, jack fruit, sour-sop, avocado pears, and a score of
others, all of which are luxuriant trees, some of considerable size,
and all of them of great beauty. The breadfruit-tree and the mango
are especially lovely, and I know nothing prettier than a grove of
oranges in Jamaica. In addition to this, they always have the yam,
which is with the <DW64> somewhat as the potato is with the Irishman;
only that the Irishman has nothing else, whereas the <DW64> generally
has either fish or meat, and has also a score of other fruits besides
the yam.

The yam, too, is picturesque in its growth. As with the potato, the
root alone is eaten, but the upper part is fostered and cared for
as a creeper, so that the ground may be unencumbered by its thick
tendrils. Support is provided for it as for grapes or peas. Then one
sees also in these provision-grounds patches of coffee and arrowroot,
and occasionally also patches of sugar-cane.

A man wishing to see the main features of the whole island, and
proceeding from Kingston as his head-quarters, must take two distinct
tours, one to the east and the other to the west. The former may be
best done on horseback, as the roads are, one may say, non-existent
for a considerable portion of the way, and sometimes almost worse
than non-existent in other places.

One of the most remarkable characteristics of Jamaica is the
copiousness of its rivers. It is said that its original name,
Xaymaca, signifies a country of streams; and it certainly is not
undeserved. This copiousness, though it adds to the beauty, as no
doubt it does also to its salubrity and fertility, adds something
too to the difficulty of locomotion. Bridges have not been built, or,
sad to say, have been allowed to go to destruction. One hears that
this river or that river is "down," whereby it is signified that the
waters are swollen; and some of the rivers when so down are certainly
not easy of passage. Such impediments are more frequent in the east
than elsewhere, and on this account travelling on horseback is the
safest as well as the most expeditious means of transit. I found four
horses to be necessary, one for the groom, one for my clothes, and
two for myself. A lighter weight might have done with three.

An Englishman feels some bashfulness in riding up to a stranger's
door with such a cortege, and bearing as an introduction a message
from somebody else, to say that you are to be entertained. But I
always found that such a message was a sufficient passport. "It is
our way," one gentleman said to me, in answer to my apology. "When
four or five come in for dinner after ten o'clock at night, we do
think it hard, seeing that meat won't keep in this country."

Hotels, as an institution, are, on the whole, a comfortable
arrangement. One prefers, perhaps, ordering one's dinner to asking
for it; and many men delight in the wide capability of finding fault
which an inn affords. But they are very hostile to the spirit of
hospitality. The time will soon come when the backwoodsman will have
his tariff for public accommodation, and an Arab will charge you a
fixed price for his pipe and cup of coffee in the desert. But that
era has not yet been reached in Jamaica.

Crossing the same river four-and-twenty times is tedious; especially
if this is done in heavy rain, when the road is a narrow track
through thickly-wooded ravines, and when an open umbrella is
absolutely necessary. But so often had we to cross the Waag-water in
our route from Kingston to the northern shore.

It was here that I first saw the full effect of tropical vegetation,
and I shall never forget it. Perhaps the most graceful of all the
woodland productions is the bamboo. It grows either in clusters, like
clumps of trees in an English park, or, as is more usual when found
in its indigenous state, in long rows by the riversides. The trunk
of the bamboo is a huge hollow cane, bearing no leaves except at its
head. One such cane alone would be uninteresting enough. But their
great height, the peculiarly graceful curve of their growth, and
the excessive thickness of the drooping foliage of hundreds of them
clustered together produce an effect which nothing can surpass.

The cotton-tree is almost as beautiful when standing alone. The trunk
of this tree grows to a magnificent height, and with magnificent
proportions: it is frequently straight; and those which are most
beautiful throw out no branches till they have reached a height
greater than that of any ordinary tree with us. Nature, in order
to sustain so large a mass, supplies it with huge spurs at the
foot, which act as buttresses for its support, connecting the roots
immediately with the trunk as much as twenty feet above the ground.
I measured more than one, which, including the buttresses, were over
thirty feet in circumference. Then from its head the branches break
forth in most luxurious profusion, covering an enormous extent of
ground with their shade.

But the most striking peculiarity of these trees consists in the
parasite plants by which they are enveloped, and which hang from
their branches down to the ground with tendrils of wonderful
strength. These parasites are of various kinds, the fig being the
most obdurate with its embraces. It frequently may be seen that the
original tree has departed wholly from sight, and I should imagine
almost wholly from existence; and then the very name is changed,
and the cotton-tree is called a fig-tree. In others the process of
destruction may be observed, and the interior trunk may be seen to be
stayed in its growth and stunted in its measure by the creepers which
surround it. This pernicious embrace the natives describe as "The
Scotchman hugging the Creole." The metaphor is sufficiently satirical
upon our northern friends, who are supposed not to have thriven badly
in their visits to the Western islands.

But it often happens that the tree has reached its full growth
before the parasites have fallen on it, and then, in place of being
strangled, it is adorned. Every branch is covered with a wondrous
growth--with plants of a thousand colours and a thousand sorts. Some
droop with long and graceful tendrils from the boughs, and so touch
the ground; while others hang in a ball of leaves and flowers, which
swing for years, apparently without changing their position.

The growth of these parasite plants must be slow, though it is so
very rich. A gentleman with whom I was staying, and in whose grounds
I saw by far the most lovely tree of this description that met my
sight, assured me that he had watched it closely for more than
twenty years, and that he could trace no difference in the size or
arrangement of the parasite plants by which it was surrounded.

We went across the island to a little village called Annotta Bay,
traversing the Waag-water twenty-four times, as I have said; and
from thence, through the parishes of Metcalf and St. George, to Port
Antonio. "Fuit ilium et ingens gloria." This may certainly be said
of Port Antonio and the adjacent district. It was once a military
station, and the empty barracks, standing so beautifully over the
sea, on an extreme point of land, are now waiting till time shall
reduce them to ruin. The place is utterly desolate, though not yet
broken up in its desolation, as such buildings quickly become when
left wholly untenanted. A rusty cannon or two still stand at the
embrasures, watching the entrance to the fort; and among the grass
we found a few metal balls, the last remains of the last ordnance
supplies.

But Port Antonio was once a goodly town, and the country round it,
the parish of Portland, is as fertile as any in the island. But now
there is hardly a sugar estate in the whole parish. It is given
up to the growth of yams, cocoas, and plantains. It has become a
provision-ground for <DW64>s, and the palmy days of the town are of
course gone.

Nevertheless, there was a decent little inn at Port Antonio, which
will always be memorable to me on account of the love sorrows of a
young maiden whom I chanced to meet there. The meeting was in this
wise:--

I was sitting in the parlour of the inn, after dinner, when a young
lady walked in, dressed altogether in white. And she was well
dressed, and not without the ordinary decoration of crinoline and
ribbons. She was of the <DW52> race; and her jet black, crisp, yet
wavy hair was brushed back in a becoming fashion. Whence she came or
who she was I did not know, and never learnt. That she was familiar
in the house I presumed from her moving the books and little
ornaments on the table, and arranging the cups and shells upon a
shelf. "Heigh-ho!" she ejaculated, when I had watched her for about a
minute.

I hardly knew how to accost her, for I object to the word Miss, as
standing alone; and yet it was necessary that I should accost her.
"Ah, well: heigh-ho!" she repeated. It was easy to perceive that she
had a grief to tell.

"Lady," said I--I felt that the address was somewhat stilted, but in
the lack of any introduction I knew not how else to begin--"Lady, I
fear that you are in sorrow?"

"Sorrow enough!" said she. "I'se in de deepest sorrow. Heigh-ho me!
Well, de world will end some day," and turning her face full upon
me, she crossed her hands. I was seated on a sofa, and she came and
sat beside me, crossing her hands upon her lap, and looking away to
the opposite wall. I am not a very young man; and my friends have
told me that I show strongly that steady married appearance of a
paterfamilias which is so apt to lend assurance to maiden timidity.

"It will end some day for us all," I replied. "But with you, it has
hardly yet had its beginning."

"'Tis a very bad world, and sooner over de better. To be treated so's
enough to break any girl's heart; it is! My heart's clean broke, I
know dat." And as she put both her long, thin dark hands to her side,
I saw that she had not forgotten her rings.

"It is love then that ails you?"

"No!" She said this very sharply, turning full round upon me, and
fixing her large black eyes upon mine. "No, I don't love him one bit;
not now, and never again. No, not if he were down dere begging." And
she stamped her little foot upon the ground as though she had an
imaginary neck beneath her heel.

"But you did love him?"

"Yes." She spoke very softly now, and shook her head gently. "I did
love him--oh, so much! He was so handsome, so nice! I shall never see
such a man again: such eyes; such a mouth! and then his nose! He was
a Jew, you know."

I had not known it before, and received the information perhaps with
some little start of surprise.

"Served me right; didn't it? And I'se a Baptist, you know. They'd
have read me out, I know dat. But I didn't seem to mind it den." And
then she gently struck one hand with the other, as she smiled sweetly
in my face. The trick is customary with the <DW52> women in the
West Indies when they have entered upon a nice familiar, pleasant bit
of chat. At this period I felt myself to be sufficiently intimate
with her to ask her name.

"Josephine; dat's my name. D'you like dat name?"

"It's as pretty as its owner--nearly."

"Pretty! no; I'se not pretty. If I was pretty, he'd not have left me
so. He used to call me Feeny."

"What! the Jew did." I thought it might be well to detract from the
merit of the lost admirer. "A girl like you should have a Christian
lover."

"Dat's what dey all says."

"Of course they do: you ought to be glad it's over."

"I ain't tho'; not a bit; tho' I do hate him so. Oh, I hate him; I
hate him! I hate him worse dan poison." And again her little foot
went to work. I must confess that it was a pretty foot; and as for
her waist, I never saw one better turned, or more deftly clothed. Her
little foot went to work upon the floor, and then clenching her small
right hand, she held it up before my face as though to show me that
she knew how to menace.

I took her hand in mine, and told her that those fingers had not
been made for threats. "You are a Christian," said I, "and should
forgive."

"I'se a Baptist," she replied; "and in course I does forgive him: I
does forgive him; but--! He'll be wretched in this life, I know; and
she--she'll be wretcheder; and when he dies--oh-h-h-h!"

In that prolonged expression there was a curse as deep as any that
Ernulphus ever gave. Alas! such is the forgiveness of too many a
Christian!

"As for me, I wouldn't demean myself to touch de hem of her garment!
Poor fellow! What a life he'll have; for she's a virgo with a
vengeance." This at the moment astonished me; but from the whole
tenor of the lady's speech I was at once convinced that no satirical
allusion was intended. In the hurry of her fluttering thoughts she
had merely omitted the letter "a." It was her rival's temper, not her
virtue, that she doubted.

"The Jew is going to be married then?"

"He told her so; but p'raps he'll jilt her too, you know." It was
easy to see that the idea was not an unpleasant one.

"And then he'll come back to you?"

"Yes, yes; and I'll spit at him;" and in the fury of her mind she
absolutely did perform the operation. "I wish he would; I'd sit so,
and listen to him;" and she crossed her hands and assumed an air of
dignified quiescence which well became her. "I'd listen every word
he say; just so. Every word till he done; and I'd smile"--and she
did smile--"and den when he offer me his hand"--and she put out her
own--"I'd spit at him, and leave him so." And rising majestically
from her seat she stalked out of the room.

As she fully closed the door behind her, I thought that the interview
was over, and that I should see no more of my fair friend; but in
this I was mistaken. The door was soon reopened, and she again seated
herself on the sofa beside me.

"Your heart would permit of your doing that?" said I; "and he with
such a beautiful nose?"

"Yes; it would. I'd 'spise myself to take him now, if he was ever so
beautiful. But I'se sure of this, I'll never love no oder man--never
again. He did dance so genteelly."

"A Baptist dance!" I exclaimed.

"Well; it wasn't de ting, was it? And I knew I'd be read out; oh, but
it was so nice! I'll never have no more dancing now. I've just taken
up with a class now, you know, since he's gone."

"Taken up with a class?"

"Yes; I teaches the <DW65> children; and I has a card for the
minister. I got four dollars last week, and you must give me
something."

Now I hate Baptists--as she did her lover--like poison; and even
under such pressure as this I could not bring myself to aid in their
support.

"You very stingy man! Caspar Isaacs"--he was her lost lover--"gave me
a dollar."

"But perhaps you gave him a kiss."

"Perhaps I did," said she. "But you may be quite sure of this, quite;
I'll never give him anoder," and she again slapped one hand upon the
other, and compressed her lips, and gently shook her head as she made
the declaration, "I'll never give him anoder kiss--dat's sure as
fate."

I had nothing further to say, and began to feel that I ought not to
detain the lady longer. We sat together, however, silent for a while,
and then she arose and spoke to me standing. "I'se in a reg'lar
difficulty now, however; and it's just about that I am come to ask
you."

"Well, Josephine, anything that I can do to help you--"

"'Tain't much; I only want your advice. I'se going to Kingston, you
see."

"Ah, you'll find another lover there."

"It's not for dat den, for I don't want none; but I'se going anyways,
'cause I live dere."

"Oh, you live at Kingston?"

"Course I does. And I'se no ways to go but just in de droger"--the
West Indian coasting vessels are so called.

"Don't you like going in the droger?" I asked.

"Oh, yes; I likes it well enough."

"Are you sea-sick?"

"Oh, no."

"Then what's the harm of the droger?"

"Why, you see"--and she turned away her face and looked towards the
window--"why you see, Isaacs is the captain of her, and 'twill be so
odd like."

"You could not possibly have a better opportunity for recovering all
that you have lost."

"You tink so?"

"Certainly."

"Den you know noting about it. I will never recover noting of him,
never. Bah! But I tell you what I'll do. I'll pay him my pound for
my passage; and den it'll be a purely 'mercial transaction."

On this point I agreed with her, and then she offered me her hand
with the view of bidding me farewell. "Good-bye, Josephine," I said;
"perhaps you would be happier with a Christian husband."

"P'raps I would; p'raps better with none at all. But I don't tink
I'll ever be happy no more. 'Tis so dull: good-bye." Were I a girl, I
doubt whether I also would not sooner dance with a Jew than pray with
a Baptist.

"Good-bye, Josephine." I pressed her hand, and so she went, and I
never saw nor heard more of her.

There was not about my Josephine all the pathos of Maria; nor can
I tell my story as Sterne told his. But Josephine in her sorrow was
I think more true to human nature than Maria. It may perhaps be
possible that Sterne embellished his facts. I, at any rate, have not
done that.

I had another adventure at Port Antonio. About two o'clock in the
morning there was an earthquake, and we were all nearly shaken out of
our beds. Some one rushed into my room, declaring that not a stone
would be left standing of Port Royal. There were two distinct blows,
separated by some seconds, and a loud noise was heard. I cannot say
that I was frightened, as I had not time to realize the fact of the
earthquake before it was all over. No harm was done, I believe,
anywhere, beyond the disseverance of a little plaster from the walls.

The largest expanse of unbroken cane-fields in Jamaica is at the
extreme south-east, in the parish of St. George's in the East. Here
I saw a plain of about four thousand acres under canes. It looked to
be prosperous; but I was told by the planter with whom I was staying
that the land had lately been deluged with water; that the canes
were covered with mud; and that the crops would be very short. Poor
Jamaica! It seems as though all the elements are in league against
her.

I was not sorry to return to Kingston from this trip, for I was
tired of the saddle. In Jamaica everybody rides, but nobody seems to
get much beyond a walk. Now to me there is no pace on horseback so
wearying as an unbroken walk. I did goad my horse into trotting, but
it was clear that the animal was not used to it.

Shortly afterwards I went to the west. The distances here were
longer, but the journey was made on wheels, and was not so fatiguing.
Moreover, I stayed some little time with a friend in one of the
distant parishes of the island. The scenery during the whole
expedition was very grand. The road goes through Spanish Town, and
then divides itself, one road going westward by the northern coast,
and the other by that to the south. I went by the former, and began
my journey by the bog or bogue walk, a road through a magnificent
ravine, and then over Mount Diabolo. The Devil assumes to himself all
the finest scenery in all countries. Of a delicious mountain tarn he
makes his punch-bowl; he loves to leap from crag to crag over the
wildest ravines; he builds picturesque bridges in most impassable
sites; and makes roads over mountains at gradients not to be
attempted by the wildest engineer. The road over Mount Diabolo is
very fine, and the view back to Kingston very grand.

From thence I went down into the parish of St. Anns, on the northern
side. They all speak of St. Anns as being the most fertile district
in the island. The inhabitants are addicted to grazing rather than
sugarmaking, and thrive in that pursuit very well. But all Jamaica is
suited for a grazing-ground, and all the West Indies should be the
market for their cattle.

On the northern coast there are two towns, Falmouth and Montego Bay,
both of which are, at any rate in appearance, more prosperous than
Kingston. I cannot say that the streets are alive with trade; but
they do not appear to be so neglected, desolate, and wretched as the
metropolis or the seat of government. They have jails and hospitals,
mayors and magistrates, and are, except in atmosphere, very like
small country towns in England.

The two furthermost parishes of Jamaica are Hanover and Westmoreland,
and I stayed for a short time with a gentleman who lives on the
borders of the two. I certainly was never in a more lovely country.
He was a sugar planter; but the canes and sugar, which, after
all, are ugly and by no means savoury appurtenances, were located
somewhere out of sight. As far as I myself might know, from what I
saw, my host's ordinary occupations were exactly those of a country
gentleman in England. He fished and shot, and looked after his
estate, and acted as a magistrate; and over and above this, was
somewhat particular about his dinner, and the ornamentation of the
land immediately round his house. I do not know that Fate can give a
man a pleasanter life. If, however, he did at unseen moments inspect
his cane-holes, and employ himself among the sugar hogsheads and rum
puncheons, it must be acknowledged that he had a serious drawback on
his happiness.

Country life in Jamaica certainly has its attractions. The day is
generally begun at six o'clock, when a cup of coffee is brought in by
a sable minister. I believe it is customary to take this in bed, or
rather on the bed; for in Jamaica one's connection with one's bed
does not amount to getting into it. One gets within the musquito net,
and then plunges about with a loose sheet, which is sometimes on and
sometimes off. With the cup of coffee comes a small modicum of dry
toast.

After that the toilet progresses, not at a rapid pace. A tub of cold
water and dilettante dressing will do something more than kill an
hour, so that it is half-past seven or eight before one leaves one's
room. When one first arrives in the West Indies, one hears much of
early morning exercise, especially for ladies; and for ladies, early
morning exercise is the only exercise possible. But it appeared to
me that I heard more of it than I saw. And even as regards early
travelling, the eager promise was generally broken. An assumed start
at five a.m. usually meant seven; and one at six, half-past eight.
This, however, is the time of day at which the sugar grower is
presumed to look at his canes, and the grazier to inspect his kine.
At this hour--eight o'clock, that is--the men ride, and _sometimes_
also the ladies. And when the latter ceremony does take place, there
is no pleasanter hour in all the four-and-twenty.

At ten or half-past ten the nation sits down to breakfast; not to a
meal, my dear Mrs. Jones, consisting of tea and bread and butter,
with two eggs for the master of the family and one for the mistress;
but a stout, solid banquet, consisting of fish, beefsteaks--a
breakfast is not a breakfast in the West Indies without beefsteaks
and onions, nor is a dinner so to be called without bread and cheese
and beer--potatoes, yams, plaintains, eggs, and half a dozen "tinned"
productions, namely, meats sent from England in tin cases. Though
they have every delicacy which the world can give them of native
production, all these are as nothing, unless they also have something
from England. Then there are tea and chocolate upon the table, and
on the sideboard beer and wine, rum and brandy. 'Tis so that they
breakfast at rural quarters in Jamaica.

Then comes the day. Ladies may not subject their fair skin to the
outrages of a tropical sun, and therefore, unless on very special
occasions, they do not go out between breakfast and dinner. That they
occupy themselves well during the while, charity feels convinced.
Sarcasm, however, says that they do not sin from over energy. For
my own part, I do not care a doit for sarcasm. When their lords
reappear, they are always found smiling, well-dressed, and pretty;
and then after dinner they have but one sin--there is but one
drawback--they will go to bed at 9 o'clock.

But by the men during the day it did not seem to me that the sun
was much regarded, or that it need be much regarded. One cannot and
certainly should not walk much; and no one does walk. A horse is
there as a matter of course, and one walks upon that; not a great
beast sixteen hands high, requiring all manner of levers between its
jaws, capricoling and prancing about, and giving a man a deal of work
merely to keep his seat and look stately; but a canny little quiet
brute, fed chiefly on grass, patient of the sun, and not inclined to
be troublesome. With such legs under him, and at a distance of some
twenty miles from the coast, a man may get about in Jamaica pretty
nearly as well as he can in England.

I saw various grazing farms--pens they are here called--while I was
in this part of the country; and I could not but fancy that grazing
should in Jamaica be the natural and most beneficial pursuit of the
proprietor, as on the other side of the Atlantic it certainly is in
Ireland. I never saw grass to equal the guinea grass in some of the
parishes; and at Knockalva I looked at Hereford cattle which I have
rarely, if ever, seen beaten at any agricultural show in England.
At present the island does not altogether supply itself with meat;
but it might do so, and supply, moreover, nearly the whole of the
remaining West Indies. Proprietors of land say that the sea transit
is too costly. Of course it is at present; the trade not yet
existing; for indeed, at present there is no means of such transit.
But screw steamers now always appear quickly enough wherever freight
offers itself; and if the cattle were there, they would soon find
their way down to the Windward Islands.

But I am running away from my day. The inspection of a pen or two,
perhaps occasionally of the sugar works when they are about, soon
wears through the hours, and at five preparations commence for the
six o'clock dinner. The dressing again is a dilettante process, even
for the least dandified of mankind. It is astonishing how much men
think, and must think, of their clothes when within the tropics.
Dressing is necessarily done slowly, or else one gets heated quicker
than one has cooled down. And then one's clothes always want airing,
and the supply of clean linen is necessarily copious, or, at any
rate, should be so. Let no man think that he can dress for dinner in
ten minutes because he is accustomed to do so in England. He cannot
brush his hair, or pull on his boots, or fasten his buttons at the
same pace he does at home. He dries his face very leisurely, and sits
down gravely to rest before he draws on his black pantaloons.

Dressing for dinner, however, is _de rigeur_ in the West Indies. If
a black coat, &c., could be laid aside anywhere as barbaric, and
light loose clothing adopted, this should be done here. The soldiers,
at least the privates, are already dressed as Zouaves; and children
and <DW64>s are hardly dressed at all. But the visitor, victim of
tropical fashionable society, must appear in black clothing, because
black clothing is the thing in England. "The Governor won't see you
in that coat," was said to me once on my way to Spanish Town, "even
on a morning." The Governor did see me, and as far as I could observe
did not know whether or no I had on any coat. Such, however, is the
feeling of the place. But we shall never get to dinner.

This again is a matter of considerable importance, as, indeed,
where is it not? While in England we are all writing letters to the
'Times,' to ascertain how closely we can copy the vices of Apicius on
eight hundred pounds a year, and complaining because in our perverse
stupidity we cannot pamper our palates with sufficient variety, it is
not open to us to say a word against the luxuries of a West Indian
table. We have reached the days when a man not only eats his best,
but complains bitterly and publicly because he cannot eat better;
when we sigh out loud because no Horace will teach us where the
sweetest cabbage grows; how best to souse our living poultry, so that
their fibres when cooked may not offend our teeth. These lessons of
Horace are accounted among his Satires. But what of that? That which
was satire to Augustine Rome shall be simple homely teaching to the
subject of Victoria with his thousand a year.

But the cook in the Jamaica country house is a person of importance,
and I am inclined to think that the lady whom I have accused of
idleness does during those vacant interlunar hours occasionally peer
into her kitchen. The results at any rate are good--sufficiently so
to break the hearts of some of our miserable eight hundred a year men
at home.

After dinner no wine is taken--none, at least, beyond one glass with
the ladies, and, if you choose it, one after they are gone. Before
dinner, as I should have mentioned before, a glass of bitters is as
much _de rigeur_ as the black coat. I know how this will disgust many
a kindly friend in dear good old thickly-prejudiced native England.
Yes, ma'am, bitters! No, not gin and bitters, such as the cabmen take
at the gin-palaces; not gin and bitters at all, unless you specially
request it; but sherry and bitters; and a very pretty habit it is for
a warm country. If you don't drink your wine after dinner, why not
take it before? I have no doubt that it is the more wholesome habit
of the two.

Not that I recommend, even in the warmest climate, a second bitter,
or a third. There are spots in the West Indies where men take third
bitters, and long bitters, in which the bitter time begins when the
soda water and brandy time ends--in which the latter commences when
the breakfast beer-bottles disappear. There are such places, but they
must not be named by me in characters plainly legible. To kiss and
tell is very criminal, as the whole world knows. But while on the
subject of bitters, I must say this: Let no man ever allow himself to
take a long bitter such as men make at ----. It is beyond the power
of man to stop at one. A long bitter duly swiggled is your true West
Indian syren.

And then men and women saunter out on the verandah, or perhaps, if it
be starlight or moonlight, into the garden. Oh, what stars they are,
those in that western tropical world! How beautiful a woman looks by
their light, how sweet the air smells, how gloriously legible are
the constellations of the heavens! And then one sips a cup of coffee,
and there is a little chat, the lightest of the light, and a little
music, light enough also, and at nine one retires to one's light
slumbers. It is a pleasant life for a short time, though the flavour
of the _dolce far niente_ is somewhat too prevalent for Saxon
energies fresh from Europe.

Such are the ordinary evenings of society; but there are occasions
when no complaint can be made of lack of energy. The soul of a
Jamaica lady revels in a dance. Dancing is popular in England--is
popular almost everywhere, but in Jamaica it is the elixir of life;
the Medea's cauldron, which makes old people young; the cup of Circe,
which neither man nor woman can withstand. Look at that lady who has
been content to sit still and look beautiful for the last two hours;
let but the sound of a polka meet her and she will awake to life as
lively, to motion as energetic, as that of a Scotch sportsman on the
12th of August. It is singular how the most listless girl who seems
to trail through her long days almost without moving her limbs, will
continue to waltz and polk and rush up and down a galopade from ten
till five; and then think the hours all too short!

And it is not the girls only, and the boys--begging their pardon--who
rave for dancing. Steady matrons of five-and-forty are just as
anxious, and grave senators, whose years are past naming. See that
gentleman with the bald head and grizzled beard, how sedulously he is
making up his card! "Madam, the fourth polka," he says to the stout
lady in the turban and the yellow slip, who could not move yesterday
because of her rheumatism. "I'm full up to the fifth," she replies,
looking at the MS. hanging from her side; "but shall be so happy for
the sixth, or perhaps the second schottische." And then, after a
little grave conference, the matter is settled between them.

"I hope you dance quick dances," a lady said to me. "Quick!" I
replied in my ignorance; "has not one to go by the music in Jamaica?"
"Oh, you goose! don't you know what quick dances are? I never
dance anything but quick dances, quadrilles are so deadly dull." I
could not but be amused at this new theory as to the quick and the
dead--new at least to me, though, alas! I found myself tabooed from
all the joys of the night by this invidious distinction.

In the West Indies, polkas and the like are quick dances; quadrilles
and their counterparts are simply dead. A lady shows you no
compliment by giving you her hand for the latter; in that you have
merely to amuse her by conversation. Flirting, as any practitioner
knows, is spoilt by much talking. Many words make the amusement
either absurd or serious, and either alternative is to be avoided.

And thus I soon became used to quick dances and long drinks--that
is, in my vocabulary. "Will you have a long drink or a short one?"
It sounds odd, but is very expressive. A long drink is taken from
a tumbler, a short one from a wine-glass. The whole extent of the
choice thus becomes intelligible.

Many things are necessary, and many changes must be made before
Jamaica can again enjoy all her former prosperity. I do not know
whether the total abolition of the growth of sugar be not one of
them. But this I do know, that whatever be their produce, they must
have roads on which to carry it before they can grow rich. The roads
through the greater part of the island are very bad indeed; and those
along the southern coast, through the parishes of St. Elizabeth,
Manchester, and Clarendon, are by no means among the best. I returned
to Kingston by this route, and shall never forget some of my
difficulties. On the whole, the south-western portion of the island
is by no means equal to the northern.

I took a third expedition up to Newcastle, where are placed the
barracks for our white troops, to the Blue Mountain peak, and to
various gentlemen's houses in these localities. For grandeur of
scenery this is the finest part of the island. The mountains are far
too abrupt, and the land too much broken for those lovely park-like
landscapes of which the parishes of Westmoreland and Hanover are
full, and of which Stuttlestone, the property of Lord Howard de
Walden, is perhaps the most beautiful specimen. But nothing can be
grander, either in colour or grouping, than the ravines of the Blue
Mountain ranges of hills. Perhaps the finest view in the island is
from Raymond Lodge, a house high up among the mountains, in which--so
local rumour says--'Tom Cringle's Log' was written.

To reach these regions a man must be an equestrian--as must also
a woman. No lady lives there so old but what she is to be seen on
horseback, nor any child so young. Babies are carried up there on
pillows, and whole families on ponies. 'Tis here that bishops and
generals love to dwell, that their daughters may have rosy cheeks,
and their sons stalwart limbs. And they are right. Children that are
brought up among these mountains, though they live but twelve or
eighteen miles from their young friends down at Kingston, cannot be
taken as belonging to the same race. I can imagine no more healthy
climate than the mountains round Newcastle.

I shall not soon forget my ride to Newcastle. Two ladies accompanied
me and my excellent friend who was pioneering me through the country;
and they were kind enough to show us the way over all the break-neck
passes in the country. To them and to their horses, these were like
easy highroads; but to me,--! It was manifestly a disappointment to
them that my heart did not faint visibly within me.

I have hunted in Carmarthenshire, and a man who has done that ought
to be able to ride anywhere; but in riding over some of these
razorback crags, my heart, though it did not faint visibly, did
almost do so invisibly. However, we got safely to Newcastle, and
our fair friends returned over the same route with no other escort
than that of a black groom. In spite of the crags the ride was not
unpleasant.

One would almost enlist as a full private in one of her Majesty's
regiments of the line if one were sure of being quartered for ever at
Newcastle--at Newcastle, Jamaica, I mean. Other Newcastles of which I
wot have by no means equal attraction. This place also is accessible
only by foot or on horseback; and is therefore singularly situated
for a barrack. But yet it consists now of a goodly village, in
which live colonels, and majors, and chaplains, and surgeons, and
purveyors, all in a state of bliss--as it were in a second Eden. It
is a military paradise, in which war is spoken of, and dinners and
dancing abound. If good air and fine scenery be dear to the heart of
the British soldier, he ought to be happy at Newcastle. Nevertheless,
I prefer the views from Raymond Lodge to any that Newcastle can
afford.

And now I have a mournful story to tell. Did any man ever know of any
good befalling him from going up a mountain; always excepting Albert
Smith, who, we are told, has realized half a million by going up
Mont Blanc? If a man can go up his mountains in Piccadilly, it may
be all very well; in so doing he perhaps may see the sun rise, and
be able to watch nature in her wildest vagaries. But as for the
true ascent--the nasty, damp, dirty, slippery, boot-destroying,
shin-breaking, veritable mountain! Let me recommend my friends to
let it alone, unless they have a gift for making half a million in
Piccadilly. I have tried many a mountain in a small way, and never
found one to answer. I hereby protest that I will never try another.

However, I did go up the Blue Mountain Peak, which ascends--so I was
told--to the respectable height of 8,000 feet above the sea level.
To enable me to do this, I provided myself with a companion, and he
provided me with five <DW64>s, a supply of beef, bread, and water,
some wine and brandy, and what appeared to me to be about ten gallons
of rum; for we were to spend the night on the Blue Mountain Peak, in
order that the rising sun might be rightly worshipped.

For some considerable distance we rode, till we came indeed to the
highest inhabited house in the island. This is the property of a
coffee-planter who lives there, and who divides his time and energies
between the growth of coffee and the entertainment of visitors to the
mountain. So hospitable an old gentleman, or one so droll in speech,
or singular in his mode of living, I shall probably never meet again.
His tales as to the fate of other travellers made me tremble for what
might some day be told of my own adventures. He feeds you gallantly,
sends you on your way with a God-speed, and then hands you down to
derision with the wickedest mockery. He is the gibing spirit of
the mountain, and I would at any rate recommend no ladies to trust
themselves to his courtesies.

Here we entered and called for the best of everything--beer, brandy,
coffee, ringtailed doves, salt fish, fat fowls, English potatoes,
hot pickles, and Worcester sauce. "What, C----, no Worcester sauce!
Gammon; make the fellow go and look for it." 'Tis thus hospitality
is claimed in Jamaica; and in process of time the Worcester sauce
was forthcoming. It must be remembered that every article of food
has to be carried up to this place on mules' backs, over the tops of
mountains for twenty or thirty miles.

When we had breakfasted and drunk and smoked, and promised our host
that he should have the pleasure of feeding us again on the morrow,
we proceeded on our way. The five <DW64>s each had loads on their
heads and cutlasses in their hands. We ourselves travelled without
other burdens than our own big sticks.

I have nothing remarkable to tell of the ascent. We soon got into
a cloud, and never got out of it. But that is a matter of course.
We were soon wet through up to our middles, but that is a matter
of course also. We came to various dreadful passages, which broke
our toes and our nails and our hats, the worst of which was called
Jacob's ladder--also a matter of course. Every now and then we
regaled the <DW64>s with rum, and the more rum we gave them the more
they wanted. And every now and then we regaled ourselves with brandy
and water, and the oftener we regaled ourselves the more we required
to be regaled. All which things are matters of course. And so we
arrived at the Blue Mountain Peak.

Our first two objects were to construct a hut and collect wood for
firing. As for any enjoyment from the position, that, for that
evening, was quite out of the question. We were wet through and
through, and could hardly see twenty yards before us on any side.
So we set the men to work to produce such mitigation of our evil
position as was possible.

We did build a hut, and we did make a fire; and we did administer
more rum to the <DW64>s, without which they refused to work at all.
When a black man knows that you want him, he is apt to become very
impudent, especially when backed by rum; and at such times they
altogether forget, or at any rate disregard, the punishment that may
follow in the shape of curtailed gratuities.

Slowly and mournfully we dried ourselves at the fire; or rather did
not dry ourselves, but scorched our clothes and burnt our boots in
a vain endeavour to do so. It is a singular fact, but one which
experience has fully taught me, that when a man is thoroughly wet he
may burn his trousers off his legs and his shoes off his feet, and
yet they will not be dry--nor will he. Mournfully we turned ourselves
before the fire--slowly, like badly-roasted joints of meat; and the
result was exactly that: we were badly roasted--roasted and raw at
the same time.

And then we crept into our hut, and made one of these wretched
repasts in which the collops of food slip down and get sat upon; in
which the salt is blown away and the bread saturated in beer; in
which one gnaws one's food as Adam probably did, but as men need
not do now, far removed as they are from Adam's discomforts. A man
may cheerfully go without his dinner and feed like a beast when he
gains anything by it; but when he gains nothing, and has his boots
scorched off his feet into the bargain, it is hard then for him to
be cheerful. I was bound to be jolly, as my companion had come there
merely for my sake; but how it came to pass that he did not become
sulky, that was the miracle. As it was, I know full well that he
wished me--safe in England.

Having looked to our fire and smoked a sad cigar, we put ourselves
to bed in our hut. The operation consisted in huddling on all the
clothes we had. But even with this the cold prevented us from
sleeping. The chill damp air penetrated through two shirts, two
coats, two pairs of trousers. It was impossible to believe that we
were in the tropics.

And then the men got drunk and refused to cut more firewood, and
disputes began which lasted all night; and all was cold, damp,
comfortless, wretched, and endless. And so the morning came.

That it was morning our watches told us, and also a dull dawning of
muddy light through the constant mist; but as for sunrise--! The sun
may rise for those who get up decently from their beds in the plains
below, but there is no sunrising on Helvellyn, or Righi, or the Blue
Mountain Peak. Nothing rises there; but mists and clouds are for ever
falling.

And then we packed up our wretched traps, and again descended. While
coming up some quips and cranks had passed between us and our sable
followers; but now all was silent as grim death. We were thinking
of our sore hands and bruised feet; were mindful of the dirt which
clogged us, and the damp which enveloped us; were mindful also a
little of our spoilt raiment, and ill-requited labours. Our wit did
not flow freely as we descended.

A second breakfast with the man of the mountain, and a glorious bath
in a huge tank somewhat restored us, and as we regained our horses
the miseries of our expedition were over. My friend fervently and
loudly declared that no spirit of hospitality, no courtesy to a
stranger, no human eloquence should again tempt him to ascend the
Blue Mountains; and I cordially advised him to keep his resolution.
I made no vows aloud, but I may here protest that any such vows were
unnecessary.

I afterwards visited another seat, Flamstead, which, as regards
scenery, has rival claims to those of Raymond Lodge. The views from
Flamstead were certainly very beautiful; but on the whole I preferred
my first love.




CHAPTER IV.

JAMAICA--BLACK MEN.


To an Englishman who has never lived in a slave country, or in a
country in which slavery once prevailed, the <DW64> population is of
course the most striking feature of the West Indies. But the eye soon
becomes accustomed to the black skin and the thick lip, and the ear
to the broken patois which is the nearest approach to English which
the ordinary <DW64> ever makes. When one has been a week among them,
the novelty is all gone. It is only by an exercise of memory and
intellect that one is enabled to think of them as a strange race.

But how strange is the race of Creole <DW64>s--of <DW64>s, that is,
born out of Africa! They have no country of their own, yet have they
not hitherto any country of their adoption; for, whether as slaves
in Cuba, or as free labourers in the British isles, they are in each
case a servile people in a foreign land. They have no language of
their own, nor have they as yet any language of their adoption; for
they speak their broken English as uneducated foreigners always speak
a foreign language. They have no idea of country, and no pride of
race; for even among themselves, the word "<DW65>" conveys their
worst term of reproach. They have no religion of their own, and can
hardly as yet be said to have, as a people, a religion by adoption;
and yet there is no race which has more strongly developed its own
physical aptitudes and inaptitudes, its own habits, its own tastes,
and its own faults.

The West Indian <DW64> knows nothing of Africa except that it is a
term of reproach. If African immigrants are put to work on the same
estate with him, he will not eat with them, or drink with them,
or walk with them. He will hardly work beside them, and regards
himself as a creature immeasurably the superior of the new comer.
But yet he has made no approach to the civilization of his white
fellow-creature, whom he imitates as a monkey does a man.

Physically he is capable of the hardest bodily work, and that
probably with less bodily pain than men of any other race; but he
is idle, unambitious as to worldly position, sensual, and content
with little. Intellectually, he is apparently capable of but little
sustained effort; but, singularly enough, here he is ambitious. He
burns to be regarded as a scholar, puzzles himself with fine words,
addicts himself to religion for the sake of appearance, and delights
in aping the little graces of civilization. He despises himself
thoroughly, and would probably be content to starve for a month if he
could appear as a white man for a day; but yet he delights in signs
of respect paid to him, black man as he is, and is always thinking of
his own dignity. If you want to win his heart for an hour, call him
a gentleman; but if you want to reduce him to a despairing obedience,
tell him that he is a filthy <DW65>, assure him that his father
and mother had tails like monkeys, and forbid him to think that
he can have a soul like a white man. Among the West Indies one
may frequently see either course adopted towards them by their
unreasoning ascendant masters.

I do not think that education has as yet done much for the black man
in the Western world. He can always observe, and often read; but he
can seldom reason. I do not mean to assert that he is absolutely
without mental power, as a calf is. He does draw conclusions, but he
carries them only a short way. I think that he seldom understands the
purpose of industry, the object of truth, or the results of honesty.
He is not always idle, perhaps not always false, certainly not always
a thief; but his motives are the fear of immediate punishment, or
hopes of immediate reward. He fears that and hopes that only. Certain
virtues he copies, because they are the virtues of a white man.
The white man is the god present to his eye, and he believes in
him--believes in him with a qualified faith, and imitates him with a
qualified constancy.

And thus I am led to say, and I say it with sorrow enough, that
I distrust the <DW64>'s religion. What I mean is this: that in my
opinion they rarely take in and digest the great and simple doctrines
of Christianity, that they should love and fear the Lord their God,
and love their neighbours as themselves.

Those who differ from me--and the number will comprise the whole
clergy of these western realms, and very many beside the clergy--will
ask, among other questions, whether these simple doctrines are obeyed
in England much better than they are in Jamaica. I would reply that
I am not speaking of obedience. The opinion which I venture to give
is, that the very first meaning of the terms does not often reach
the <DW64>'s mind, not even the minds of those among them who are
enthusiastically religious. To them religious exercises are in
themselves the good thing desirable. They sing their psalms, and
believe, probably, that good will result; but they do not connect
their psalms with the practice of any virtue. They say their prayers;
but, having said them, have no idea that they should therefore
forgive offences. They hear the commandments and delight in the
responses; but those commandments are not in their hearts connected
with abstinence from adultery or calumny. They delight to go to
church or meeting; they are energetic in singing psalms; they are
constant in the responses; and, which is saying much more for them,
they are wonderfully expert at Scripture texts; but--and I say it
with grief of heart, and with much trembling also at the reproaches
which I shall have to endure--I doubt whether religion does often
reach their minds.

As I greatly fear being misunderstood on this subject, I must explain
that I by no means think that religious teaching has been inoperative
for good among the <DW64>s. Were I to express such an opinion, I
should be putting them on the same footing with the slaves in Cuba,
who are left wholly without such teaching, and who, in consequence,
are much nearer the brute creation than their more fortunate
brethren. To have learnt the precepts of Christianity--even though
they be not learnt faithfully--softens the heart and expels its
ferocity. That theft is esteemed a sin; that men and women should
live together under certain laws; that blood should not be shed in
anger; that an oath should be true; that there is one God the Father
who made us, and one Redeemer who would willingly save us--these
doctrines the <DW64> in a general way has learnt, and in them he has
a sort of belief. He has so far progressed that by them he judges of
the conduct of others. What he lacks is a connecting link between
these doctrines and himself--an appreciation of the fact that these
doctrines are intended for his own guidance.

But, though he himself wants the link, circumstances have in some
measure produced it As he judges others, so he fears the judgment of
others; and in this manner Christianity has prevailed with him.

In many respects the <DW64>'s phase of humanity differs much from that
which is common to us, and which has been produced by our admixture
of blood and our present extent of civilization. They are more
passionate than the white men, but rarely vindictive, as we are. The
smallest injury excites their eager wrath, but no injury produces
sustained hatred. In the same way, they are seldom grateful, though
often very thankful. They are covetous of notice as is a child or a
dog; but they have little idea of earning continual respect. They
best love him who is most unlike themselves, and they despise the
<DW52> man who approaches them in breed. When they have once
recognized a man as their master, they will be faithful to him; but
the more they fear that master, the more they will respect him. They
have no care for to-morrow, but they delight in being gaudy for
to-day. Their crimes are those of momentary impulse, as are also
their virtues. They fear death; but if they can lie in the sun
without pain for the hour they will hardly drag themselves to the
hospital, though their disease be mortal. They love their offspring,
but in their rage will ill use them fearfully. They are proud of
them when they are praised, but will sell their daughter's virtue
for a dollar. They are greedy of food, but generally indifferent
as to its quality. They rejoice in finery, and have in many cases
begun to understand the benefit of comparative cleanliness; but they
are rarely tidy. A little makes them happy, and nothing makes them
permanently wretched. On the whole, they laugh and sing and sleep
through life; and if life were all, they would not have so bad a time
of it.

These, I think, are the qualities of the <DW64>. Many of them are in
their way good; but are they not such as we have generally seen in
the lower spheres of life?

Much of this is strongly opposed to the idea of the Creole <DW64>
which has lately become prevalent in England. He has been praised for
his piety, and especially praised for his consistent gratitude to his
benefactors and faithful adherence to his master's interests.

On such subjects our greatest difficulty is perhaps that of avoiding
an opinion formed by exceptional cases. That there are and have been
pious <DW64>s I do not doubt. That many are strongly tinctured with
the language and outward bearing of piety I am well aware. I know
that they love the Bible--love it as the Roman Catholic girl loves
the doll of a Madonna which she dresses with muslin and ribbons. In
a certain sense this is piety, and such piety they often possess.

And I do not deny their family attachments; but it is the attachment
of a dog. We have all had dogs whom we have well used, and have
prided ourselves on their fidelity. We have seen them to be wretched
when they lose us for a moment, and have smiled at their joy when
they again discover us. We have noted their patience as they wait
for food from the hand they know will feed them. We have seen with
delight how their love for us glistens in their eyes. We trust them
with our children as the safest playmates, and teach them in mocking
sport the tricks of humanity. In return for this, the dear brutes
give us all their hearts, but it is not given in gratitude; and they
abstain with all their power from injury and offence, but they do
not abstain from judgment. Let his master ill use his dog ever so
cruelly, yet the animal has no anger against him when the pain is
over. Let a stranger save him from such ill usage, and he has no
thankfulness after the moment. Affection and fidelity are things of
custom with him.

I know how deep will be the indignation I shall draw upon my head
by this picture of a fellow-creature and a fellow-Christian. Man's
philanthropy would wish to look on all men as walking in a quick path
towards the perfection of civilization. And men are not happy in
their good efforts unless they themselves can see their effects. They
are not content to fight for the well-being of a race, and to think
that the victory shall not come till the victors shall for centuries
have been mingled with the dust. The friend of the <DW64>, when he
puts his shoulder to the wheel, and tries to rescue his black brother
from the degradation of an inferior species, hopes to see his client
rise up at once with all the glories of civilization round his head.
"There; behold my work; how good it is!" That is the reward to
which he looks. But what if the work be not as yet good? What if
it be God's pleasure that more time be required before the work be
good--good in our finite sense of the word--in our sense, which
requires the show of an immediate effect?

After all, what we should desire first, and chiefly--is it not the
truth? It will avail nothing to humanity to call a man a civilized
Christian if the name be not deserved. Philanthropy will gain little
but self-flattery and gratification of its vanity by applying to
those whom it would serve a euphemistic but false nomenclature. God,
for his own purposes--purposes which are already becoming more and
more intelligible to his creatures--has created men of inferior and
superior race. Individually, the state of an Esquimaux is grievous
to an educated mind: but the educated man, taking the world
collectively, knows that it is good that the Esquimaux should be,
should have been made such as he is; knows also, that that state
admits of improvement; but should know also that such cannot be done
by the stroke of a wand--by a speech in Exeter Hall--by the mere
sounds of Gospel truth, beautiful as those sounds are.

We are always in such a hurry; although, as regards the progress of
races, history so plainly tells us how vain such hurry is! At thirty,
a man devotes himself to proselytizing a people; and if the people be
not proselytized when he has reached forty, he retires in disgust. In
early life we have aspirations for the freedom of an ill-used nation;
but in middle life we abandon our protege to tyranny and the infernal
gods. The process has been too long. The nation should have arisen
free, at once, upon the instant. It is hard for man to work without
hope of seeing that for which he labours.

But to return to our sable friends. The first desire of a man in a
state of civilization is for property. Greed and covetousness are no
doubt vices; but they are the vices which have grown from cognate
virtues. Without a desire for property, man could make no progress.
But the <DW64> has no such desire; no desire strong enough to induce
him to labour for that which he wants. In order that he may eat
to-day and be clothed to-morrow, he will work a little; as for
anything beyond that, he is content to lie in the sun.

Emancipation and the last change in the sugar duties have made land
only too plentiful in Jamaica, and enormous tracts have been thrown
out of cultivation as unprofitable. And it is also only too fertile.
The <DW64>, consequently, has had unbounded facility of squatting,
and has availed himself of it freely. To recede from civilization
and become again savage--as savage as the laws of the community will
permit--has been to his taste. I believe that he would altogether
retrograde if left to himself.

I shall now be asked, having said so much, whether I think that
emancipation was wrong. By no means. I think that emancipation was
clearly right; but I think that we expected far too great and far too
quick a result from emancipation.

These people are a servile race, fitted by nature for the hardest
physical work, and apparently at present fitted for little else. Some
thirty years since they were in a state when such work was their lot;
but their tasks were exacted from them in a condition of bondage
abhorrent to the feelings of the age, and opposed to the religion
which we practised. For us, thinking as we did, slavery was a sin.
From that sin we have cleansed ourselves. But the mere fact of
doing so has not freed us from our difficulties. Nor was it to be
expected that it should. The discontinuance of a sin is always the
commencement of a struggle. Few, probably, will think that Providence
has permitted so great an exodus as that which has taken place from
Africa to the West without having wise results in view. We may fairly
believe that it has been a part of the Creator's scheme for the
population and cultivation of the earth; a part of that scheme which
sent Asiatic hordes into Europe, and formed, by the admixture of
nations, that race to which it is our pride to belong. But that
admixture of blood has taken tens of centuries. Why should we think
that Providence should work more rapidly now in these latter ages?

No Englishman, no Anglo-Saxon, could be what he now is but for that
portion of wild and savage energy which has come to him from his
Vandal forefathers. May it not then be fair to suppose that a time
shall come when a race will inhabit those lovely islands, fitted by
nature for their burning sun, in whose blood shall be mixed some
portion of northern energy, and which shall owe its physical powers
to African progenitors,--a race that shall be no more ashamed of the
name of <DW64> than we are of the name of Saxon?

But, in the mean time, what are we to do with our friend, lying as he
now is at his ease under the cotton-tree, and declining to work after
ten o'clock in the morning? "No, tankee, massa, me tired now; me no
want more money." Or perhaps it is, "No; workee no more; money no
'nuff; workee no pay." These are the answers which the suppliant
planter receives when at ten o'clock he begs his <DW64> neighbours to
go a second time into the cane-fields and earn a second shilling, or
implores them to work for him more than four days a week, or solicits
them at Christmas-time to put up with a short ten days' holiday.
His canes are ripe, and his mill should be about; or else they are
foul with weeds, and the hogsheads will be very short if they be not
cleansed. He is anxious enough, for all his world depends upon it.
But what does the <DW64> care? "No; me no more workee now."

The busher (overseer; elide the o and change v into b, and the word
will gradually explain itself)--The busher, who remembers slavery
and former happy days, d----s him for a lazy <DW65>, and threatens
him with coming starvation, and perhaps with returning monkeydom.
"No, massa; no starve now; God send plenty yam. No more monkey now,
massa." The black man is not in the least angry, though the busher
is. And as for the canes, they remain covered with dirt, and the
return of the estate is but one hundred and thirty hogsheads instead
of one hundred and ninety. Let the English farmer think of that; and
in realizing the full story, he must imagine that the plenteous food
alluded to has been grown on his own ground, and probably planted at
his own expense. The busher was wrong to curse the man, and wrong to
threaten him with the monkey's tail; but it must be admitted that the
position is trying to the temper.

And who can blame the black man? He is free to work, or free to let
it alone. He can live without work and roll in the sun, and suck
oranges and eat bread-fruit; ay, and ride a horse perhaps, and wear a
white waistcoat and plaited shirt on Sundays. Why should he care for
the busher? I will not dig cane-holes for half a crown a day; and why
should I expect him to do so? I can live without it; so can he.

But, nevertheless, it would be very well if we could so contrive that
he should not live without work. It is clearly not Nature's intention
that he should be exempted from the general lot of Adam's children.
We would not have our friend a slave; but we would fain force him to
give the world a fair day's work for his fair day's provender if we
knew how to do so without making him a slave. The fact I take it is,
that there are too many good things in Jamaica for the number who
have to enjoy them. If the competitors were more in number, more
trouble would be necessary in their acquirement.

And now, just at this moment, philanthropy is again busy in England
protecting the Jamaica <DW64>. He is a man and a brother, and shall
we not regard him? Certainly, my philanthropic friend, let us regard
him well. He _is_ a man; and, if you will, a brother; but he is
the very idlest brother with which a hardworking workman was ever
cursed, intent only on getting his mess of pottage without giving
anything in return. His petitions about the labour market, my
excellently-soft-hearted friend, and his desire to be protected from
undue competition are--. Oh, my friend, I cannot tell you how utterly
they are--gammon. He is now eating his yam without work, and in that
privilege he is anxious to be maintained. And you, are you willing to
assist him in his views?

The <DW64> slave was ill treated--ill treated, at any rate, in that he
was a slave; and therefore, by that reaction which prevails in all
human matters, it is now thought necessary to wrap him up in cotton
and put him under a glass case. The wind must not blow on him too
roughly, and the rose-leaves on which he sleeps should not be
ruffled. He has been a slave; therefore now let him be a Sybarite.
His father did an ample share of work; therefore let the son be made
free from his portion in the primeval curse. The friends of the
<DW64>, if they do not actually use such arguments, endeavour to carry
out such a theory.

But one feels that the joke has almost been carried too far when one
is told that it is necessary to protect the labour market in Jamaica,
and save the <DW64> from the dangers of competition. No immigration of
labourers into that happy country should be allowed, lest the rate of
wages be lowered, and the unfortunate labourer be made more dependent
on his master! But if the unfortunate labourers could be made to
work, say four days a week, and on an average eight hours a day,
would not that in itself be an advantage? In our happy England, men
are not slaves; but the competition of the labour market forces upon
them long days of continual labour. In our own country, ten hours of
toil, repeated six days a week, for the majority of us will barely
produce the necessaries of life. It is quite right that we should
love the <DW64>s; but I cannot understand that we ought to love them
better than ourselves.

But with the most sensible of those who are now endeavouring to
prevent immigration into Jamaica the argument has been, not the
protection of the Jamaica <DW64>, but the probability of ill usage to
the immigrating African. In the first place, it is impossible not
to observe the absurdity of acting on petitions from the <DW64>s of
Jamaica on such a pretence as this. Does any one truly imagine that
the black men in Jamaica are so anxious for the welfare of their
cousins in Africa, that they feel themselves bound to come forward
and express their anxiety to the English Houses of Parliament? Of
course nobody believes it. Of course it is perfectly understood that
those petitions are got up by far other persons, and with by far
other views; and that not one <DW64> in fifty of those who sign them
understands anything whatever about the matter, or has any wish or
any solicitude on such a subject.

Lord Brougham mentions it as a matter of congratulation, that so
large a proportion of the signatures should be written by the
subscribers themselves--that there should be so few marksmen; but is
it a matter of congratulation that this power of signing their names
should be used for so false a purpose?

And then comes the question as to these immigrants themselves. Though
it is not natural to suppose that their future fellow-labourers in
Jamaica should be very anxious about them, such anxiety on the part
of others is natural. In the first place, it is for the government to
look to them; and then, lest the government should neglect its duty,
it is for such men as Lord Brougham to look to the government. That
Lord Brougham should to the last be anxious for the welfare of the
African is what all men would expect and all desire; but we would
not wish to confide even to him the power of absolutely consummating
the ruin of the Jamaica planter. Is it the fact that labourers
immigrating to the West Indies have been ill treated, whether they be
Portuguese from Madeira, Coolies from India, Africans from the
Western Coast, or Chinese? In Jamaica, unfortunately, their number is
as yet but scanty, but in British Guiana they are numerous. I think I
may venture to say that no labourers in any country are so cared for,
so closely protected, so certainly saved from the usual wants and
sorrows incident to the labouring classes. And this is equally so in
Jamaica as far as the system has gone. What would be the usage of
the African introduced by voluntary contribution may be seen in the
usage of him who has been brought into the country from captured
slave-ships. Their clothing, their food, their house accommodation,
their hospital treatment, their amount of work and obligatory period
of working with one master--all these matters are under government
surveillance; and the planter who has allotted to him the privilege
of employing such labour becomes almost as much subject to government
inspection as though his estate were government property.

It is said that an obligatory period of labour amounts to slavery,
even though the contract shall have been entered into by the labourer
of his own free will. I will not take on myself to deny this, as I
might find it difficult to define the term slavery; but if this be
so, English apprentices are slaves, and so are indentured clerks; so
are hired agricultural servants in many parts of England and Wales;
and so, certainly, are all our soldiers and sailors.

But in the ordinary acceptation of the word slavery, that acceptation
which comes home to us all, whether we can define it or no, men
subject to such contracts are not slaves.

There is much that is prepossessing in the ordinary good humour of
the <DW64>; and much also that is picturesque in his tastes. I soon
learned to think the women pretty, in spite of their twisted locks
of wool; and to like the ring of their laughter, though it is not
exactly silver-sounding. They are very rarely surly when spoken to;
and their replies, though they seldom are absolutely witty, contain,
either in the sound or in the sense, something that amounts to
drollery. The unpractised ear has great difficulty in understanding
them, and I have sometimes thought that this indistinctness has
created the fun which I have seemed to relish. The tone and look
are humorous; and the words, which are hardly heard, and are not
understood, get credit for humour also.

Nothing about them is more astonishing than the dress of the women.
It is impossible to deny to them considerable taste and great power
of adaptation. In England, among our housemaids and even haymakers,
crinoline, false flowers, long waists, and flowing sleeves have
become common; but they do not wear their finery as though they were
at home in it. There is generally with them, when in their Sunday
best, something of the hog in armour. With the <DW64> woman there is
nothing of this. In the first place she is never shame-faced. Then
she has very frequently a good figure, and having it, she knows how
to make the best of it. She has a natural skill in dress, and will
be seen with a boddice fitted to her as though it had been made and
laced in Paris.

Their costumes on fete days and Sundays are perfectly marvellous.
They are by no means contented with  calicoes; but shine in
muslin and light silks at heaven only knows how much a yard. They
wear their dresses of an enormous fulness. One may see of a Sunday
evening three ladies occupying a whole street by the breadth of
their garments, who on the preceding day were scrubbing pots and
carrying weights about the town on their heads. And they will walk
in full-dress too as though they had been used to go in such attire
from their youth up. They rejoice most in white--in white muslin
with  sashes; in light-brown boots, pink gloves, parasols,
and broad-brimmed straw hats with deep veils and glittering bugles.
The hat and the veil, however, are mistakes. If the <DW64> woman
thoroughly understood effect, she would wear no head-dress but the
 handkerchief, which is hers by right of national custom.

Some of their efforts after dignity of costume are ineffably
ludicrous. One Sunday evening, far away in the country, as I was
riding with a gentleman, the proprietor of the estate around us, I
saw a young girl walking home from church. She was arrayed from head
to foot in virgin white. Her gloves were on, and her parasol was up.
Her hat also was white, and so was the lace, and so were the bugles
which adorned it. She walked with a stately dignity that was worthy
of such a costume, and worthy also of higher grandeur; for behind her
walked an attendant nymph, carrying the beauty's prayer-book--on her
head. A <DW64> woman carries every burden on her head, from a tub of
water weighing a hundredweight down to a bottle of physic.

When we came up to her, she turned towards us and curtsied. She
curtsied, for she recognized her 'massa;' but she curtsied with great
dignity, for she recognized also her own finery. The girl behind with
the prayer-book made the ordinary obeisance, crooking her leg up at
the knee, and then standing upright quicker than thought.

"Who on earth is that princess?" said I.

"They are two sisters who both work at my mill," said my friend.
"Next Sunday they will change places. Polly will have the parasol
and the hat, and Jenny will carry the prayer-book on her head behind
her."

I was in a shoemaker's shop at St. Thomas, buying a pair of boots,
when a <DW64> entered quickly and in a loud voice said he wanted a
pair of pumps. He was a labouring man fresh from his labour. He had
on an old hat--what in Ireland men would call a caubeen; he was
in his shirt-sleeves, and was barefooted. As the only shopman was
looking for my boots, he was not attended to at the moment.

"Want a pair of pumps--directerly," he roared out in a very
dictatorial voice.

"Sit down for a moment," said the shopman, "and I will attend to
you."

He did sit down, but did so in the oddest fashion. He dropped himself
suddenly into a chair, and at the same moment rapidly raised his legs
from the ground; and as he did so fastened his hands across them just
below his knees, so as to keep his feet suspended from his arms. This
he contrived to do in such a manner that the moment his body reached
the chair his feet left the ground. I looked on in amazement,
thinking he was mad.

"Give I a bit of carpet," he screamed out; still holding up his feet,
but with much difficulty.

"Yes, yes," said the shopman, still searching for the boots.

"Give I a bit of carpet directerly," he again exclaimed. The seat
of the chair was very narrow, and the back was straight, and the
position was not easy, as my reader will ascertain if he attempt it.
He was half-choked with anger and discomfort.

The shopman gave him the bit of carpet. Most men and women will
remember that such bits of carpet are common in shoemakers' shops.
They are supplied, I believe, in order that they who are delicate
should not soil their stockings on the floor.

The gentleman in search of the pumps had seen that people of dignity
were supplied with such luxuries, and resolved to have his value for
his money; but as he had on neither shoes nor stockings, the little
bit of carpet was hardly necessary for his material comfort.




CHAPTER V.

JAMAICA--<DW52> MEN.


If in speaking of the <DW64>s I have been in danger of offending
my friends at home, I shall be certain in speaking of the <DW52>
men to offend my friends in Jamaica. On this subject, though I have
sympathy with them, I have no agreement. They look on themselves as
the ascendant race. I look upon those of colour as being so, or at
any rate as about to become so.

In speaking of my friends in Jamaica, it is not unnatural that I
should allude to the pure-blooded Europeans, or European Creoles--to
those in whose veins there is no admixture of African blood. "Similia
similibus." A man from choice will live with those who are of his own
habits and his own way of thinking. But as regards Jamaica, I believe
that the light of their star is waning, that their ascendency is
over--in short, that their work, if not done, is on the decline.

Ascendency is a disagreeable word to apply to any two different
races whose fate it may be to live together in the same land. It
has been felt to be so in Ireland, when used either with reference
to the Saxon Protestant or Celtic Roman Catholic; and it is so
with reference to those of various shades of colour in Jamaica. But
nevertheless it is the true word. When two rivers come together, the
waters of which do not mix, the one stream will be the stronger--will
over-power the other--will become ascendant And so it is with people
and nations. It may not be pretty-spoken to talk about ascendency;
but sometimes pretty speaking will not answer a man's purpose.

It is almost unnecessary to explain that by <DW52> men I mean those
who are of a mixed race--of a breed mixed, be it in what proportion
it may, between the white European and the black African. Speaking of
Jamaica, I might almost say between the Anglo-Saxon and the African;
for there remains, I take it, but a small tinge of Spanish blood. Of
the old Indian blood there is, I imagine, hardly a vestige.

Both the white men and the black dislike their  neighbours.
It is useless to deny that as a rule such is the case. The white men
now, at this very day, dislike them more in Jamaica than they do in
other parts of the West Indies, because they are constantly driven to
meet them, and are more afraid of them.

In Jamaica one does come in contact with <DW52> men. They are to
be met at the Governor's table; they sit in the House of Assembly;
they cannot be refused admittance to state parties, or even to
large assemblies; they have forced themselves forward, and must be
recognized as being in the van. Individuals decry them--will not have
them within their doors--affect to despise them. But in effect the
<DW52> men of Jamaica cannot be despised much longer.

It will be said that we have been wrong if we have ever despised
these <DW52> people, or indeed, if we have ever despised the
<DW64>s, or any other race. I can hardly think that anything so
natural can be very wrong. Those who are educated and civilized and
powerful will always, in one sense, despise those who are not; and
the most educated and civilized and most powerful will despise those
who are less so. Euphuists may proclaim against such a doctrine; but
experience, I think, teaches us that it is true. If the <DW52>
people in the West Indies can overtop contempt, it is because they
are acquiring education, civilization, and power. In Jamaica they
are, I hope, in a way to do this.

My theory--for I acknowledge to a theory--is this: that Providence
has sent white men and black men to these regions in order that from
them may spring a race fitted by intellect for civilization; and
fitted also by physical organization for tropical labour. The <DW64>
in his primitive state is not, I think, fitted for the former; and
the European white Creole is certainly not fitted for the latter.

To all such rules there are of course exceptions. In Porto Rico,
for instance, one of the two remaining Spanish colonies in the West
Indies, the Peons, or free peasant labourers, are of mixed Spanish
and Indian blood, without, I believe, any <DW64> element. And there
are occasional <DW64>s whose mental condition would certainly tend to
disprove the former of the two foregoing propositions, were it not
that in such matters exceptional cases prove and disprove nothing.
Englishmen as a rule are stouter than Frenchmen. Were a French
Falstaff and an English Slender brought into a room together, the
above position would be not a whit disproved.

It is probable also that the future race who shall inhabit these
islands may have other elements than the two already named. There
will soon be here--in the teeth of our friends of the Anti-Slavery
Society--thousands from China and Hindostan. The Chinese and the
Coolies--immigrants from India are always called Coolies--greatly
excel the <DW64> in intelligence, and partake, though in a limited
degree, of the <DW64>'s physical abilities in a hot climate. And
thus the blood of Asia will be mixed with that of Africa; and the
necessary compound will, by God's infinite wisdom and power, be
formed for these latitudes, as it has been formed for the colder
regions in which the Anglo-Saxon preserves his energy, and works.

I know it will be said that there have been no signs of a mixture
of breed between the <DW64> and the Coolie, and the <DW64> and the
Chinese. The instances hitherto are, I am aware, but rare; but then
the immigration of these classes is as yet but recent; and custom
is necessary, and a language commonly understood, and habits, which
the similitude of position will also make common, before such races
will amalgamate. That they will amalgamate if brought together, all
history teaches us. The Anglo-Saxon and the <DW64> have done so, and
in two hundred years have produced a population which is said to
amount to a fifth of that of the whole island of Jamaica, and which
probably amounts to much more. Two hundred years with us is a long
time; but it is not so in the world's history. From 1660 to 1860 A.D.
is a vast lapse of years; but how little is the lapse from the year
1660 to the year 1860, dating from the creation of the world; or
rather, how small appears such lapse to us! In how many pages is its
history written? and yet God's races were spreading themselves over
the earth then as now.

Men are in such a hurry. They can hardly believe that that will come
to pass of which they have evidence that it will not come to pass in
their own days.

But then comes the question, whether the mulatto is more capable of
being educated than the <DW64>, and more able to work under a hot sun
than the Englishman; whether he does not rather lose the physical
power of the one, and the intellectual power of the other. There are
those in Jamaica who have known them long, and who think that as a
race they have deteriorated both in mind and body. I am not prepared
to deny this. They probably have deteriorated in mind and body; and
nevertheless my theory may be right. Nay, I will go further and say
that such deterioration on both sides is necessary to the correctness
of my theory.

In what compound are we to look for the full strength of each
component part? Should punch be as strong as brandy, or as sweet as
sugar? Neither the one nor the other. But in order to be good and
efficient punch, it should partake duly of the strength of the spirit
and of the sweetness of the saccharine--according to the skill and
will of the gnostic fabricator, who in mixing knows his own purposes.
So has it even been also in the admixture of races. The same amount
of physical power is not required for all climates, nor the same
amount of mental energy.

But the mulatto, though he has deteriorated from the black man in one
respect, and from the white in another, does also excel the black man
in one respect, and also excel the white in another. As a rule, he
cannot work as a <DW64> can. He could not probably endure to labour in
the cane-fields for sixteen hours out of the twenty-four, as is done
by the Cuban slave; but he can work safely under a tropical sun, and
can in the day go through a fair day's work. He is not liable to
yellow fever, as is the white man, and enjoys as valid a protection
from the effects of heat as the heat of these regions requires.

Nor, as far as we yet know, have Galileos, Shakespeares, or Napoleons
been produced among the mulattos. Few may probably have been produced
who are able even to form an accurate judgment as to the genius of
such men as these. But that the mulatto race partakes largely of the
intelligence and ambition of their white forefathers, it is I think
useless, and moreover wicked, to deny; wicked, because the denial
arises from an unjust desire to close against them the door of
promotion.

Let any stranger go through the shops and stores of Kingston, and
see how many of them are either owned or worked by men of colour;
let him go into the House of Assembly, and see how large a proportion
of their debates is carried on by men of colour. I don't think much
of the parliamentary excellence of these debates, as I shall have to
explain by-and-by; but the <DW52> men at any rate hold their own
against their white colleagues. How large a portion of the public
service is carried on by them; how well they thrive, though the
prejudices of both white and black are so strong against them!

I just now spoke of these <DW52> men as mulattos. I did so because
I was then anxious to refer to the exact and equal division of
black and white blood. Of course it is understood that the mulatto,
technically so called, is the child of parents one of whom is all
white and the other all black; and to judge exactly of the mixed
race, one should judge, probably, from such an equal division. But
no such distinction can be effectually maintained in speaking, or
even in thinking of these people. The various gradations of 
blood range from all but perfect white to all but perfect black; and
the dispositions and capabilities are equally various. In the lower
orders, among those who are nearest to the African stock, no attempts
I imagine are made to preserve an exact line. One is at first
inclined to think that the slightest infusion of white blood may
be traced in the complexion and hair, and heard in the voice; but
when the matter is closely regarded one often finds it difficult to
express an opinion even to oneself. Colour is frequently not the
safest guide. To an inquirer really endeavouring to separate the
races--should so thankless a task ever be attempted--the speech, I
think, and the intelligence would afford the sources of information
on which most reliance could be placed.

But the distinction between the white and the <DW52> men is much
more closely looked into. And those are the unfortunate among the
latter who are tempted, by the closeness of their relationship to
Europe, to deny their African parentage. Many do, if not by lip,
at any rate by deed, stoutly make such denial; not by lip, for the
subject is much too sore for speech, but by every wile by which a
white quadroon can seek to deny his ancestry! Such denial is never
allowed. The crisp hair, the sallow skin, the known family history,
the thick lip of the old remembered granddam, a certain languor in
the eye; all or some, or perhaps but one of these tells the tale. But
the tale is told, and the life-struggle is made always, and always in
vain.

This evil--for it is an evil--arises mainly from the white man's
jealousy. He who seeks to pass for other than he is makes a low
attempt; all attempts at falsehood must of necessity be low. But
I doubt whether such energy of repudiation be not equally low. Why
not allow the claim; or seem to allow it, if practicable? "White
art thou, my friend? Be a white man if thou wilt, or rather if
thou canst. All we require of thee is that there remains no <DW64>
ignorance, no <DW64> cunning, no <DW64> apathy of brain. Forbear those
vain attempts to wash out that hair of thine, and make it lank and
damp. We will not regard at all, that little wave in thy locks; not
even that lisp in thy tongue. But struggle, my friend, to be open
in thy speech. Any wave there we cannot but regard. Speak out the
thought that is in thee; for if thy thoughts lisp negrowards, our
verdict must be against thee." Is it not thus that we should accept
their little efforts?

But we do not accept them so. In lieu thereof, we admit no claim that
can by any evidence be rejected; and, worse than that, we impute
the stigma of black blood where there is no evidence to support
such imputation. "A nice fellow, Jones; eh? very intelligent, and
well mannered," some stranger says, who knows nothing of Jones's
antecedents. "Yes, indeed," answers Smith, of Jamaica; "a very decent
sort of fellow. They do say that he's ; of course you know
that." The next time you see Jones, you observe him closely, and
can find no trace of the Ethiop. But should he presently descant on
purity of blood, and the insupportable impudence of the <DW52>
people, then, and not till then, you would begin to doubt.

But these are evils which beset merely the point of juncture between
the two races. With nine-tenths of those of mixed breed no attempts
at concealment are by any means possible; and by them, of course,
no such attempts are made. They take their lot as it is, and I think
that on the whole they make the most of it. They of course are
jealous of the assumed ascendency of the white men, and affect to
show, sometimes not in the most efficacious manner, that they are
his equal in external graces as in internal capacities. They are
imperious to the black men, and determined on that side to exhibit
and use their superiority. At this we can hardly be surprised. If we
cannot set them a better lesson than we do, we can hardly expect the
benefit which should arise from better teaching.

But the great point to be settled is this: whether this race of
mulattos, quadroons, mustes, and what not, are capable of managing
matters for themselves; of undertaking the higher walks of life; of
living, in short, as an independent people with a proper share of
masterdom; and not necessarily as a servile people, as hewers of wood
and drawers of water? If not, it will fare badly for Jamaica, and
will probably also fare badly in coming years for the rest of the
West Indies. Whether other immigration be allowed or no, of one kind
of immigration the supply into Jamaica is becoming less and less.
Few European white men now turn thither in quest of fortune. Few
Anglo-Saxon adventurers now seek her shores as the future home of
their adoption. The white man has been there, and has left his mark.
The Creole children of these Europeans of course remain, but their
numbers are no longer increased by new comers.

But I think there is no doubt that they are fit--these <DW52>
people, to undertake the higher as well as lower paths of human
labour. Indeed, they do undertake them, and thrive well in them now,
much to the disgust of the so-esteemed ascendant class. They do make
money, and enjoy it. They practise as statesmen, as lawyers, and
as doctors in the colony; and, though they have not as yet shone
brightly as divines in our English Church, such deficiency may be
attributed more to the jealousy of the parsons of that Church than to
their own incapacity.

There are, they say, seventy thousand <DW52> people in the island,
and not more than fifteen thousand white people. As the former
increase in intelligence, it is not to be supposed that they will
submit to the latter. Nor are they at all inclined to submission.

But they have still an up-hill battle before them. They are by no
means humble in their gait, and their want of meekness sets their
white neighbours against them. They are always proclaiming by their
voice and look that they are as good as the white man; but they are
always showing by their voice and look, also, that they know that
this is a false boast.

And then they are by no means popular with the <DW64>. A <DW64>, as
a rule, will not serve a mulatto when he can serve a European or
a white Creole. He thinks that the mulatto is too near akin to
himself to be worthy of any respect. In his passion he calls him a
<DW65>--and protests that he is not, and never will be like buckra
man.

The <DW64>s complain that the <DW52> men are sly and cunning; that
they cannot be trusted as masters; that they tyrannize, bully, and
deceive; in short, that they have their own <DW64> faults. There may,
doubtless, be some truth in this. They have still a portion of their
lesson to learn; perhaps the greater portion. I affirm merely that
the lesson is being learned. A race of people with its good and ill
qualities is not formed in a couple of centuries.

And if it be fated that the Anglo-Saxon race in these islands is to
yield place to another people, and to abandon its ground, having
done its appointed work, surely such a decree should be no cause of
sorrow. To have done their appointed work, and done it well,--should
not this be enough for any men?

But there are they who protest that such ideas as these with
reference to this semi-African people are unpatriotic; are unworthy
of an Englishman, who should foster the ascendency of his own race
and his own country. Such men will have it as an axiom, that when an
Englishman has been master once, he should be master always: that
his dominion should not give way to strange hands, or his ascendency
yield itself to strange races. It is unpatriotic, forsooth, to
suggest that these tawny children of the sun should get the better of
their British lords, and rule the roast themselves!

Even were it so--should it even be granted that such an idea is
unpatriotic, one would then be driven back to ask whether patriotism
be a virtue. It is at any rate a virtue in consequence only of the
finite aspirations of mankind. To love the universe which God has
made, were man capable of such love, would be a loftier attribute
than any feeling for one's own country. The Gentile was as dear as
the Jew; the Samaritans as much prized as they of Galilee, or as the
children of Judah.

The present position and prospects of the children of Great Britain
are sufficiently noble, and sufficiently extended. One need not
begrudge to others their limited share in the population and
government of the world's welfare. While so large a part of North
America and Australia remain still savage--waiting the white man's
foot--waiting, in fact, for the foot of the Englishman, there can
be no reason why we should doom our children to swelter and grow
pale within the tropics. A certain work has been ours to do there,
a certain amount of remaining work it is still probably our lot to
complete. But when that is done; when civilization, commerce, and
education shall have been spread; when sufficient of our blood shall
have been infused into the veins of those children of the sun; then,
I think, we may be ready, without stain to our patriotism, to take
off our hats and bid farewell to the West Indies.

And be it remembered that I am here speaking of the general
ascendancy, not of the political power of these <DW52> races.
It may be that after all we shall still have to send out some
white Governor with a white aide-de-camp and a white private
secretary--some three or four unfortunate white men to support
the dignity of the throne of Queen Victoria's great-grandchild's
grandchild. Such may be, or may not be. To my thinking, it would be
more for our honour that it should not be so. If the honour, glory,
and well-being of the child be dear to the parents, Great Britain
should surely be more proud of the United States than of any of her
colonies. We Britishers have a noble mission. The word I know is
unpopular, for it has been foully misused; but it is in itself a good
word, and none other will supply its place. We have a noble mission,
but we are never content with it. It is not enough for us to beget
nations, civilize countries, and instruct in truth and knowledge the
dominant races of the coming ages. All this will not suffice unless
also we can maintain a king over them! What is it to us, or even to
them, who may be their king or ruler--or, to speak with a nearer
approach to sense, from what source they be governed--so long as they
be happy, prosperous, and good? And yet there are men mad enough to
regret the United States! Many men are mad enough to look forward
with anything but composure to the inevitable, happily inevitable
day, when Australia shall follow in the same path.

We have risen so high that we may almost boast to have placed
ourselves above national glory. The welfare of the coming world is
now the proper care of the Anglo-Saxon race.

The <DW52> people, I have said, have made their way into society in
Jamaica. That is, they have made a certain degree of impression on
the millstone; which will therefore soon be perforated through and
through, and then crumble to pieces like pumice-stone. Nay, they have
been or are judges, attorneys-general, prime ministers, leaders of
the opposition, and what not. The men have so far made their way. The
difficulty now is with the women.

And in high questions of society here is always the stumbling-block.
All manners of men can get themselves into a room together without
difficulty, and can behave themselves with moderate forbearance to
each other when in it. But there are points on which ladies are
harder than steel, stiffer than their brocaded silks, more obdurate
than whalebone.

"He wishes me to meet Mrs. So-and-So," a lady said to me, speaking of
her husband, "because Mr. So-and-So is a very respectable good sort
of man. I have no objection whatever to Mr. So-and-So; but if I begin
with her, I know there will be no end."

"Probably not," I said; "when you once commence, you will doubtless
have to go on--in the good path." I confess that the last words were
said _sotto voce_. On that occasion the courage was wanting in me to
speak out my mind. The lady was very pretty, and I could not endure
to be among the unfavoured ones.

"That is just what I have said to Mr. ----; but he never thinks about
such things; he is so very imprudent. If I ask Mrs. So-and-So here,
how can I keep out Mrs. Such-a-One? They are both very respectable,
no doubt; but what were their grandmothers?"

Ah! if we were to think of their grandmothers, it would doubtless be
a dark subject. But what, O lady, of their grandchildren? That may
be the most important, and also most interesting side from whence to
view the family.

"These people marry now," another lady said to me--a lady not old
exactly, but old enough to allude to such a subject; and in the tone
of her voice I thought I could catch an idea that she conceived them
in doing so to be trenching on the privileges of their superiors.
"But their mothers and grandmothers never thought of looking to that
at all. Are we to associate with the children of such women, and
teach our daughters that vice is not to be shunned?"

Ah! dear lady--not old, but sufficiently old--this statement of yours
is only too true. Their mothers and grandmothers did not think much
of matrimony--had but little opportunity of thinking much of it.
But with whom did the fault chiefly lie? These very people of whom
we are speaking, would they not be your cousins but for the lack of
matrimony? Your uncle, your father, your cousins, your grandfather,
nay, your very brother, are they not the true criminals in this
matter--they who have lived in this unhallowed state with women of a
lower race? For the sinners themselves of either sex I would not ask
_your_ pardon; but you might forgive the children's children.

The life of <DW52> women in Jamaica some years since was certainly
too often immoral. They themselves were frequently illegitimate,
and they were not unwilling that their children should be so also.
To such a one it was preferable to be a white man's mistress than
the wife of such as herself; and it did not bring on them the same
disgrace, this kind of life, as it does on women in England, or even,
I may say, on women in Europe, nor the same bitter punishment. Their
master, though he might be stern enough and a tyrant, as the owner of
slaves living on his own little principality might probably be, was
kinder to her than to the other females around her, and in a rough
sort of way was true to her. He did not turn her out of the house,
and she found it to be promotion to be the mother of his children
and the upper servant in his establishment. And in those days,
days still so near to us, the <DW52> woman was a slave herself,
unless specially manumitted either in her own generation or in that
immediately above her. It is from such alliances as these that the
<DW52> race of Jamaica has sprung.

But all this, if one cannot already boast that it is changed, is
quickly changing. Matrimony is in vogue, and the <DW52> women know
their rights, and are inclined to claim them.

Of course among them, as among us at home, and among all people,
there are various ranks. There are but few white labourers in
Jamaica, and but few <DW64>s who are not labourers. But the <DW52>
people are to be found in all ranks, from that of the Prime
Minister--for they have a Prime Minister in Jamaica--down to the
worker in the cane-fields. Among their women many are now highly
educated, for they send their children to English schools. Perhaps if
I were to say fashionably educated, I might be more strictly correct
They love dearly to shine; to run over the piano with quick and loud
fingers; to dance with skill, which they all do, for they have good
figures and correct ears; to know and display the little tricks and
graces of English ladies--such tricks and graces as are to be learned
between fifteen and seventeen at Ealing, Clapham, and Homsey.

But the <DW52> girls of a class below these--perhaps I should say
two classes below them--are the most amusing specimens of Jamaica
ladies. I endeavoured to introduce my readers to one at Port Antonio.
They cannot be called pretty, for the upper part of the face almost
always recedes; but they have good figures and well-turned limbs.
They are singularly free from _mauvaise honte_, and yet they are not
impertinent or ill-mannered. They are gracious enough with the pale
faces when treated graciously, but they can show a very high spirit
if they fancy that any slight is shown to them. They delight to talk
contemptuously of <DW65>s. Those people are dirty <DW65>s, and nasty
<DW65>s, and mere <DW65>s. I have heard this done by one whom I had
absolutely taken for a <DW64>, and who was not using loud abusive
language, but gently speaking of an inferior class.

With these, as indeed with <DW52> people of a higher grade, the
great difficulty is with their language. They cannot acquire the
natural English pronunciation. As far as I remember, I have never
heard but two <DW64>s who spoke unbroken English; and the lower
classes of the <DW52> people, though they are not equally
deficient, are still very incapable of plain English articulation.
The "th" is to them, as to foreigners, an insuperable difficulty.
Even Josephine, it may be remembered, was hardly perfect in this
respect.




CHAPTER VI.

JAMAICA--WHITE MEN.


It seems to us natural that white men should hold ascendency over
those who are black or . Although we have emancipated our own
slaves, and done so much to abolish slavery elsewhere, nevertheless
we regard the <DW64> as born to be a servant. We do not realize it
to ourselves that it is his right to share with us the high places
of the world, and that it should be an affair of individual merit
whether we wait on his beck or he on ours. We have never yet brought
ourselves so to think, and probably never shall. They still are to us
a servile race. Philanthropical abolitionists will no doubt deny the
truth of this; but I have no doubt that the conviction is strong with
them--could they analyze their own convictions--as it is with others.

Where white men and black men are together, the white will order
and the black will obey, with an obedience more or less implicit
according to the terms on which they stand. When those terms are
slavery, the white men order with austerity, and the black obey with
alacrity. But such terms have been found to be prejudicial to both.
Each is brutalized by the contact. The black man becomes brutal
and passive as a beast of burden; the white man becomes brutal and
ferocious as a beast of prey.

But there are various other terms on which they may stand as servants
and masters. There are those well-understood terms which regulate
employment in England and elsewhere, under which the poor man's
time is his money, and the rich man's capital his certain means of
obtaining labour. As far as we can see, these terms, if properly
carried out, are the best which human wisdom can devise for the
employment and maintenance of mankind. Here in England they are not
always properly carried out. At an occasional spot or two things will
run rusty for a while. There are strikes, and there are occasional
gluts of labour, very distressing to the poor man; and occasional
gluts of the thing laboured, very embarrassing to the rich man. But
on the whole, seeing that after all the arrangement is only human,
here in England it does work pretty well. We intended, no doubt, when
we emancipated our slaves in Jamaica, that the affair should work in
the same way there.

But the terms there at present are as far removed from the English
system as they are from the Cuban, and are almost as abhorrent to
justice as slavery itself--as abhorrent to justice, though certainly
not so abhorrent to mercy and humanity.

What would a farmer say in England if his ploughman declined to work,
and protested that he preferred going to his master's granary and
feeding himself and his children on his master's corn? "Measter, noa;
I beez a-tired thick day, and dunna mind to do no wark!" Then the
poorhouse, my friend, the poorhouse! And hardly that; starvation
first, and nakedness, and all manner of misery. In point of fact, our
friend the ploughman must go and work, even though his o'erlaboured
bones be tired, as no doubt they often are. He knows it, and does it,
and in his way is not discontented. And is not this God's ordinance?

His ordinance in England and elsewhere, but not so, apparently, in
Jamaica. There we had a devil's ordinance in those days of slavery;
and having rid ourselves of that, we have still a devil's ordinance
of another sort. It is not perhaps very easy for men to change
devil's work into heavenly work at once. The ordinance that at
present we have existing there is that _far niente_ one of lying in
the sun and eating yams--"of eating, not your own yams, you lazy,
do-nothing, thieving darkee; but my yams; mine, who am being ruined,
root and branch, stock and barrel, house and homestead, wife and
bairns, because you won't come and work for me when I offer you due
wages; you thieving, do-nothing, lazy <DW65>."

"Hush!" will say my angry philanthropist. "For the sake of humanity,
hush! Will coarse abuse and the calling of names avail anything?
Is he not a man and a brother?" No, my angry philanthropist; while
he will not work and will only steal, he is neither the one nor the
other, in my estimation. As for his being a brother, that we may say
is--fudge; and I will call no professional idler a man.

But the abuse above given is not intended to be looked on as coming
out of my own mouth, and I am not, therefore, to be held responsible
for the wording of it. It is inserted there--with small inverted
commas, as you see--to show the language with which our angry white
friends in Jamaica speak of the extraordinary condition in which they
have found themselves placed.

Slowly--with delay that has been awfully ruinous--they now bethink
themselves of immigration--immigration from the coast of Africa,
immigration from China, Coolie immigrants from Hindostan. When
Trinidad and Guiana have helped themselves, then Jamaica bestirs
itself. And what then? Then the <DW64>s bestir themselves. "For
heaven's sake let us be looked to! Are we not to be protected from
competition? If labourers be brought here, will not these white
people again cultivate their grounds? Shall we not be driven from our
squatting patches? Shall we not starve; or, almost worse than that,
shall we not again fall under Adam's curse? Shall we not again be
slaves, in reality, if not in name? Shall we not have to work?"

The <DW64>'s idea of emancipation was and is emancipation not from
slavery but from work. To lie in the sun and eat breadfruit and yams
is his idea of being free. Such freedom as that has not been intended
for man in this world; and I say that Jamaica, as it now exists, is
still under a devil's ordinance.

One cannot wonder that the white man here should be vituperative in
his wrath. First came emancipation. He bore that with manful courage;
for it must be remembered that even in that he had much to bear. The
price he got for his slave was nothing as compared with that slave's
actual value. And slavery to him was not repugnant as it is to you
and me. One's trade is never repugnant to one's feelings. But so much
he did bear with manly courage. He could no longer make slave-grown
sugar, but he would not at any rate be compelled to compete with
those who could. The protective duties would save him there.

Then free trade became the fashion, and protective duties on sugar
were abolished. I beg it may not be thought that I am an advocate
for such protection. The West Indians were, I think, thrown over in
a scurvy manner, because they were thrown over by their professed
friends. But that was, we all know, the way with Sir Robert Peel.
Well, free trade in sugar became the law of the land, and then the
Jamaica planter found the burden too heavy for his back. The money
which had flown in so freely came in such small driblets that he could
make no improvement. Portions of his estate went out of cultivation,
and then the <DW64> who should have tilled the remainder squatted on
it, and said, "No, massa, me no workee to-day."

And now, to complete the business, now that Jamaica is at length
looking in earnest for immigration--for it has long been looking for
immigration with listless dis-earnest--the planter is told that the
labour of the black man must be protected. If he be vituperative, who
can wonder at it? To speak the truth, he is somewhat vituperative.

The white planter of Jamaica is sore and vituperative and
unconvinced. He feels that he has been ill used, and forced to go to
the wall; and that now he is there, he is meanly spoken of, as though
he were a bore and a nuisance--as one of whom the Colonial Office
would gladly rid itself if it knew how. In his heart of hearts
there dwells a feeling that after all slavery was not so vile an
institution--that that devil as well as some others has been painted
too black. In those old days the work was done, the sugar was made,
the workmen were comfortably housed and fed, and perhaps on his
father's estate were kindly treated. At any rate, such is his present
memory. The money came in, things went on pleasantly, and he cannot
remember that anybody was unhappy. But now--! Can it be wondered at
that in his heart of hearts he should still have a sort of yearning
after slavery?

In one sense, at any rate, he has been ill used. The turn in the
wheel of Fortune has gone against him, as it went against the
hand-loom weavers when machinery became the fashion. Circumstances
rather than his own fault have brought him low. Well-disciplined
energy in all the periods of his adversity might perhaps have saved
him, as it has saved others; but there has been more against him than
against others. As regards him himself, the old-fashioned Jamaica
planter, the pure blooded white owner of the soil, I think that his
day in Jamaica is done. The glory, I fear, has departed from his
house. The hand-loom weavers have been swept into infinite space, and
their children now poke the engine fires, or piece threads standing
in a factory. The children of the old Jamaica planter must also push
their fortunes elsewhere.

It is a thousand pities, for he was, I may still say is, the
prince of planters--the true aristocrat of the West Indies. He
is essentially different as a man from the somewhat purse-proud
Barbadian, whose estate of two hundred acres has perhaps changed
hands half a dozen times in the last fifty years, or the thoroughly
mercantile sugar manufacturer of Guiana. He has so many of the
characteristics of an English country gentleman that he does not
strike an Englishman as a strange being. He has his pedigree, and
his family house, and his domain around him. He shoots and fishes,
and some few years since, in the good days, he even kept a pack of
hounds. He is in the commission of the peace, and as such has much to
do. A planter in Demerara may also be a magistrate,--probably is so;
but the fact does not come forward as a prominent part of his life's
history.

In Jamaica too there is scope for a country gentleman. They have
their counties and their parishes; in Barbados they have nothing but
their sugar estates. They have county society, local balls, and local
race-meetings. They have local politics, local quarrels, and strong
old-fashioned local friendships. In all these things one feels
oneself to be much nearer to England in Jamaica than in any other of
the West Indian islands.

All this is beyond measure pleasant, and it is a thousand pities that
it should not last. I fear, however, that it will not last--that,
indeed, it is not now lasting. That dear lady's unwillingness to obey
her lord's behests, when he asked her to call on her brown neighbour,
nay, the very fact of that lord's request, both go to prove that this
is so. The lady felt that her neighbour was cutting the very ground
from under her feet. The lord knew "that old times were changed, old
manners gone." The game was almost up when he found himself compelled
to make such a request.

At present, when the old planter sits on the magisterial bench, a
<DW52> man sits beside him; one probably on each side of him. At
road sessions he cannot carry out his little project because the
<DW52> men out-vote him. There is a vacancy for his parish in the
House of Assembly. The old planter scorns the House of Assembly, and
will have nothing to do with it. A <DW52> man is therefore chosen,
and votes away the white man's taxes; and then things worse and worse
arise. Not only <DW52> men get into office, but black men also.
What is our old aristocratic planter to do with a <DW64> churchwarden
on one side, and a <DW64> coroner on another? "Fancy what our state
is," a young planter said to me; "I dare not die, for fear I should
be sat upon by a black man!"

I know that it will be thought by many, and probably said by some,
that these are distinctions to which we ought not to allude. But
without alluding to them in one's own mind it is impossible to
understand the state of the country; and without alluding to them in
speech it is impossible to explain the state of the country. The fact
is, that in Jamaica, at the present day, the <DW52> people do stand
on strong ground, and that they do not so stand with the goodwill
of the old aristocracy of the country. They have forced their way
up, and now loudly protest that they intend to keep it. I think that
they will keep it, and that on the whole it will be well for us
Anglo-Saxons to have created a race capable of living and working in
the climate without inconvenience.

It is singular, however, how little all this is understood in
England. There it is conceived that white men and <DW52> men, white
ladies and <DW52> ladies, meet together and amalgamate without
any difference. The Duchess of This and Lord That are very happy
to have at their tables some intelligent dark gentleman, or even a
well-dressed <DW64>, though he may not perhaps be very intelligent.
There is some little excitement in it, some change from the common;
and perhaps also an easy opportunity of practising on a small scale
those philanthropic views which they preach with so much eloquence.
When one hobnobs over a glass of champagne with a dark gentleman, he
is in some sort a man and a brother. But the duchess and the lord
think that because the dark gentleman is to their taste, he must
necessarily be as much to the taste of the neighbours among whom he
has been born and bred; of those who have been accustomed to see him
from his childhood.

There never was a greater mistake. A <DW52> man may be a fine
prophet in London; but he will be no prophet in Jamaica, which is his
own country; no prophet at any rate among his white neighbours.

I knew a case in which a very intelligent--nay, I believe, a
highly-educated young <DW52> gentleman, was sent out by certain
excellent philanthropic big-wigs to fill an official situation in
Jamaica. He was a stranger to Jamaica, never having been there
before. Now, when he was so sent out, the home big-wigs alluded
to, intimated to certain other big-wigs in Jamaica that their dark
protege would be a great acquisition to the society of the place.
I mention this to show the ignorance of those London big-wigs, not
as to the capability of the young gentleman, which probably was not
over-rated, but as to the manners and life of the place. I imagine
that the gentleman has hardly once found himself in that society
which it was supposed he would adorn. The time, however, will
probably come when he and others of the same class will have
sufficient society of their own.

I have said elsewhere that the <DW52> people in Jamaica have
made their way into society; and in what I now say I may seem to
contradict myself. Into what may perhaps be termed public society
they have made their way. Those who have seen the details of colonial
life will know that there is a public society to which people are
admitted or not admitted, according to their acknowledged rights.
Governor's parties, public balls, and certain meetings which are
semi-official and semi-social, are of this nature. A Governor in
Jamaica would, I imagine, not conceive himself to have the power of
excluding <DW52> people from his table, even if he wished it. But
in Barbados I doubt whether a Governor could, if he wished it, do the
reverse.

So far <DW52> people in Jamaica have made their footing good; and
they are gradually advancing beyond this. But not the less as a rule
are they disliked by the old white aristocracy of the country; in a
strong degree by the planters themselves, but in a much stronger by
the planters' wives.

So much for my theory as to the races of men in Jamaica, and as to
the social condition of the white and <DW52> people with reference
to each other. Now I would say a word or two respecting the white man
as he himself is, without reference either to his neighbour or to his
prospects.

A better fellow cannot be found anywhere than a gentleman of Jamaica,
or one with whom it is easier to live on pleasant terms. He is
generally hospitable, affable, and generous; easy to know, and
pleasant when known; not given perhaps to much deep erudition, but
capable of talking with ease on most subjects of conversation; fond
of society, and of pleasure, if you choose to call it so; but not
generally addicted to low pleasures. He is often witty, and has a
sharp side to his tongue if occasion be given him to use it. He is
not generally, I think, a hard-working man. Had he been so, the
country perhaps would not have been in its present condition. But he
is bright and clever, and in spite of all that he has gone through,
he is at all times good-humoured.

No men are fonder of the country to which they belong, or prouder
of the name of Great Britain than these Jamaicans. It has been our
policy--and, as regards our larger colonies, the policy I have no
doubt has been beneficial--to leave our dependencies very much to
themselves; to interfere in the way of governing as little as might
be; and to withdraw as much as possible from any participation in
their internal concerns. This policy is anything but popular with
the white aristocracy of Jamaica. They would fain, if it were
possible, dispense altogether with their legislature, and be governed
altogether from home. In spite of what they have suffered, they
are still willing to trust the statesmen of England, but are most
unwilling to trust the statesmen of Jamaica.

Nothing is more peculiar than the way in which the word "home" is
used in Jamaica, and indeed all through the West Indies, With the
white people, it always signifies England, even though the person
using the word has never been there. I could never trace the use of
the word in Jamaica as applied by white men or white women to the
home in which they lived, not even though that home had been the
dwelling of their fathers as well as of themselves. The word "home"
with them is sacred, and means something holier than a habitation in
the tropics. It refers always to the old country.

In this respect, as in so many others, an Englishman differs greatly
from a Frenchman. Though our English, as a rule, are much more given
to colonize than they are; though we spread ourselves over the face
of the globe, while they have established comparatively but few
settlements in the outer world; nevertheless, when we leave our
country, we almost always do so with some idea, be it ever so vague,
that we shall return to it again, and again make it our home. But the
Frenchman divests himself of any such idea. He also loves France, or
at any rate loves Paris; but his object is to carry his Paris with
him; to make a Paris for himself, whether it be in a sugar island
among the Antilles, or in a trading town upon the Levant.

And in some respects the Frenchman is the wiser man. He never looks
behind him with regret. He does his best to make his new house
comfortable. The spot on which he fixes is his home, and so he
calls it, and so regards it. But with an Englishman in the West
Indies--even with an English Creole--England is always his home.

If the people in Jamaica have any prejudice, it is on the subject of
heat. I suppose they have a general idea that their island is hotter
than England; but they never reduce this to an individual idea
respecting their own habitation.

"Come and dine with me," a man says to you; "I can give you a cool
bed." The invitation at first sounded strange to me, but I soon got
used to it; I soon even liked it, though I found too often that the
promise was not kept. How could it be kept while the quicksilver was
standing at eighty-five in the shade?

And each man boasts that his house is ten degrees cooler than that of
his neighbours; and each man, if you contest the point, has a reason
to prove why it must be so.

But a stranger, at any rate round Kingston, is apt to put the matter
in a different light. One place may be hotter than another, but cool
is a word which he never uses. On the whole, I think that the heat of
Kingston, Jamaica, is more oppressive than that of any other place
among the British West Indies. When one gets down to the Spanish
coast, then, indeed, one can look back even to Kingston with regret.




CHAPTER VII.

JAMAICA--SUGAR.


That Jamaica was a land of wealth, rivalling the East in its means
of riches, nay, excelling it as a market for capital, as a place in
which money might be turned; and that it now is a spot on the earth
almost more poverty-stricken than any other--so much is known almost
to all men. That this change was brought about by the manumission of
the slaves, which was completed in 1838, of that also the English
world is generally aware. And there probably the usual knowledge
about Jamaica ends. And we may also say that the solicitude of
Englishmen at large goes no further. The families who are connected
with Jamaica by ties of interest are becoming fewer and fewer.
Property has been abandoned as good for nothing, and nearly
forgotten; or has been sold for what wretched trifle it would
fetch; or left to an overseer, who is hardly expected to send home
proceeds--is merely ordered imperatively to apply for no subsidies.
Fathers no longer send their younger sons to make their fortunes
there. Young English girls no longer come out as brides. Dukes and
earls do not now govern the rich gem of the west, spending their
tens of thousands in royal magnificence, and laying by other tens of
thousands for home consumption. In lieu of this, some governor by
profession, unfortunate for the moment, takes Jamaica with a groan,
as a stepping-stone to some better Barataria--New Zealand perhaps, or
Frazer River; and by strict economy tries to save the price of his
silver forks. Equerries, aides-de-camp, and private secretaries no
longer flaunt it about Spanish Town. The flaunting about Spanish Town
is now of a dull sort. Ichabod! The glory of that house is gone. The
palmy days of that island are over.

Those who are failing and falling in the world excite but little
interest; and so it is at present with Jamaica. From time to time we
hear that properties which used to bring five thousand pounds a year
are not now worth five hundred pounds in fee simple. We hear it,
thank our stars that we have not been brought up in the Jamaica line,
and there's an end of it. If we have young friends whom we wish
to send forth into the world, we search the maps with them at our
elbows; but we put our hands over the West Indies--over the first
fruits of the courage and skill of Columbus--as a spot tabooed
by Providence. Nay, if we could, we would fain forget Jamaica
altogether.

But there it is; a spot on the earth not to be lost sight of or
forgotten altogether, let us wish it ever so much. It belongs to us,
and must be in some sort thought of and managed, and, if possible,
governed. Though the utter sinking of Jamaica under the sea might
not be regarded as a misfortune, it is not to be thought of that
it should belong to others than Britain. How should we look at the
English politician who would propose to sell it to the United States;
or beg Spain to take it as an appendage to Cuba? It is one of the
few sores in our huge and healthy carcase; and the sore has been now
running so long, that we have almost given over asking whether it be
curable.

This at any rate is certain--it will not sink into the sea, but will
remain there, inhabited, if not by white men, then by <DW52> men or
black; and must unfortunately be governed by us English.

We have indulged our antipathy to cruelty by abolishing slavery.
We have made the peculiar institution an impossibility under the
British crown. But in doing so we overthrew one particular interest;
and, alas! we overthrew also, and necessarily so, the holders of
that interest. As for the twenty millions which we gave to the
slave-owners, it was at best but as though we had put down awls and
lasts by Act of Parliament, and, giving the shoemakers the price
of their tools, told them they might make shoes as they best could
without them; failing any such possibility, that they might live on
the price of their lost articles. Well; the shoemakers did their
best, and continued their trade in shoes under much difficulty.

But then we have had another antipathy to indulge, and have indulged
it--our antipathy to protection. We have abolished the duty on
slave-grown sugar; and the shoemakers who have no awls and lasts have
to compete sadly with their happy neighbours, possessed of these
useful shoemaking utensils.

Make no more shoes, but make something in lieu of shoes, we say to
them. The world wants not shoes only--make hats. Give up your sugar,
and bring forth produce that does not require slave labour. Could
the men of Jamaica with one voice speak out such words as the
experience of the world might teach them, they would probably answer
thus:--"Yes; in two hundred years or so we will do so. So long it
will take to alter the settled trade and habit of a community. In
the mean time, for ourselves, our living selves, our late luxurious
homes, our idle, softly-nurtured Creole wives, our children coming
and to come--for ourselves--what immediate compensation do you intend
to offer us, Mr. Bull?"

Mr. Bull, with sufficient anger at such importunity; with sufficient
remembrance of his late twenty millions of pounds sterling; with some
plain allusions to that payment, buttons up his breeches-pocket and
growls angrily.

Abolition of slavery is good, and free trade is good. Such little
insight as a plain man may have into the affairs around him seems to
me to suffice for the expression of such opinion. Nor will I presume
to say that those who proposed either the one law or the other
were premature. To get a good law passed and out of hand is always
desirable. There are from day to day so many new impediments! But the
law having been passed, we should think somewhat of the sufferers.

Planters in Jamaica assert that when the abolition of slavery was
hurried on by the termination of the apprentice system before the
time first stipulated, they were promised by the government at
home that their interests should be protected by high duties on
slave-grown sugar. That such pledge was ever absolutely made, I do
not credit. But that, if made, it could be worth anything, no man
looking to the history of England could imagine. What minister can
pledge his successors? In Jamaica it is said that the pledge was
given and broken by the same man--by Sir Robert Peel. But when did
Sir Robert Peel's pledge in one year bind even his own conduct in the
next?

The fact perhaps is this, that no one interest can ever be allowed to
stand in the way of national progress. We could not stop machinery
for the sake of the hand-loom weavers. The poor hand-loom weavers
felt themselves aggrieved; knew that the very bread was taken from
their mouths, their hard-earned cup from their lips. They felt, poor
weavers! that they could not take themselves in middle life to poking
fires and greasing wheels. Time, the eater of things, has now pretty
well eaten the hand-loom weavers--them and their miseries. Must it
not be so also with the Jamaica planters?

In the mean time the sight, as regards the white man, is a sad one to
see; and almost the sadder in that the last three or four years have
been in a slight degree prosperous to the Jamaica sugar-grower; so
that this question of producing sugar in that island at a rate that
will pay for itself is not quite answered. The drowning man still
clings by a rope's end, though it be but by half an inch, and that
held between his teeth. Let go, thou unhappy one, and drown thyself
out of the way! Is it not thus that Great Britain, speaking to him
from the high places in Exeter Hall, shouts to him in his death
struggles?

Are Englishmen in general aware that half the sugar estates in
Jamaica, and I believe more than half the coffee plantations, have
gone back into a state of bush?--that all this land, rich with the
richest produce only some thirty years since, has now fallen back
into wilderness?--that the world has hereabouts so retrograded?--that
chaos and darkness have reswallowed so vast an extent of the most
bountiful land that civilization had ever mastered, and that too
beneath the British government?

And of those who are now growing canes in Jamaica a great portion are
gentlemen who have lately bought their estates for the value of the
copper in the sugar-boilers, and of the metal in the rum-stills. If
to this has been added anything like a fair value for wheels in the
machinery, the estate has not been badly sold.

Some estates there are, and they are not many, which are still worked
by the agents--attorneys is the proper word--of rich proprietors
in England; of men so rich that they have been able to bear the
continual drain of properties that for years have been always
losing--of men who have had wealth and spirit to endure this. It is
hardly necessary to say that they are few; and that many whose spirit
has been high, but wealth insufficient, have gone grievously to the
wall in the attempt.

And there are still some who, living on the spot, have hitherto
pulled through it all; who have watched houses falling and the
wilderness progressing, and have still stuck to their homes and
their work; men whose properties for ten years, counting from the
discontinuance of protection, have gradually grown less and less
beneath their eyes, till utter want has been close to them. And yet
they have held on. In the good times they may have made five hundred
hogsheads of sugar every year. It has come to that with them that in
some years they have made but thirty. But they have made that thirty
and still held on. All honour at least to them! For their sake, if
for that of no others, we would be tempted to pray that these few
years of their prosperity may be prolonged and grow somewhat fatter.

The exported produce of Jamaica consists chiefly of sugar and rum.
The article next in importance is coffee. Then they export also
logwood, arrowroot, pimento, and ginger; but not in quantities to
make them of much national value. Mahogany is also cut here, and
fustic. But sugar and rum are still the staples of the island. Now
all the world knows that rum and sugar are made from the same plant.

And yet every one will tell you that the cane can hardly be got to
thrive in Jamaica without slave labour; will tell you, also, that the
land of Jamaica is so generous that it will give forth many of the
most wonderful fruits of the world, almost without labour. Putting
these two things together, would not any simple man advise them to
abandon sugar? Ah! he would be very simple if he were to do so with a
voice that could make itself well heard, and should dare to do so in
Jamaica.

Men there are generally tolerant of opinion on most matters, and
submit to be talked to on their own shortcomings and colonial
mismanagement with a decent grace. You may advise them to do this,
and counsel them to do that, referring to their own immediate
concerns, without receiving that rebuke which your interference might
probably deserve. But do not try their complaisance too far. Do not
advise them to give over making sugar. If you give such advice in a
voice loud enough to be heard, the island will soon be too hot to
hold you. Sugar is loved there, whether wisely loved or not. If not
wisely, then too well.

When I hear a Jamaica planter talking of sugar, I cannot but think
of Burns, and his muse that had made him poor and kept him so. And
the planter is just as ready to give up his canes as the poet was to
abandon his song.

The production of sugar and the necessary concomitant production of
rum--for in Jamaica the two do necessarily go together--is not, one
would say, an alluring occupation. I do not here intend to indulge my
readers with a detailed description of the whole progress, from the
planting or ratooning of the cane till the sugar and the rum are
shipped. Books there are, no doubt, much wiser than mine in which
the whole process is developed. But I would wish this much to be
understood, that the sugar planter, as things at present are, must
attend to and be master of, and practically carry out three several
trades. He must be an agriculturist, and grow his cane; and like all
agriculturists must take his crop from the ground and have it ready
for use; as the wheat grower does in England, and the cotton grower
in America. But then he must also be a manufacturer, and that in a
branch of manufacture which requires complicated machinery. The wheat
grower does not grind his wheat and make it into bread. Nor does the
cotton grower fabricate calico. But the grower of canes must make
sugar. He must have his boiling-houses and trash-houses; his water
power and his steam power; he must dabble in machinery, and, in fact,
be a Manchester manufacturer as well as a Kent farmer. And then, over
and beyond this, he must be a distiller. The sugar leaves him fit
for your puddings, and the rum fit for your punch--always excepting
the slight article of adulteration which you are good enough to add
afterwards yourselves. Such a complication of trades would not be
thought very alluring to a gentleman farmer in England.

And yet the Jamaica proprietor holds faithfully by his sugar-canes.

It has been said that sugar is an article which for its proper
production requires slave labour. That this is absolutely so is
certainly not the fact, for very good sugar is made in Jamaica
without it. That thousands of pounds could be made with slaves where
only hundreds are made--or, as the case may be, are lost--without it,
I do not doubt. The complaint generally resolves itself to this, that
free labour in Jamaica cannot be commanded; that it cannot be had
always, and up to a certain given quantity at a certain moment; that
labour is scarce, and therefore high priced, and that labour being
high priced, a <DW64> can live on half a day's wages, and will not
therefore work the whole day--will not always work any part of the
day at all, seeing that his yams, his breadfruit, and his plantains
are ready to his hands. But the slaves!--Oh! those were the good
times!

I have in another chapter said a few words about the <DW64>s as at
present existing in Jamaica, I also shall say a few words as to
slavery elsewhere; and I will endeavour not to repeat myself. This
much, however, is at least clear to all men, that you cannot eat your
cake and have it. You cannot abolish slavery to the infinite good
of your souls, your minds, and intellects, and yet retain it for
the good of your pockets. Seeing that these men are free, it is
worse than useless to begrudge them the use of their freedom. If
I have means to lie in the sun and meditate idle, why, O my worthy
taskmaster! should you expect me to pull out at thy behest long
reels of cotton, long reels of law jargon, long reels of official
verbosity, long reels of gossamer literature--Why, indeed? Not having
means so to lie, I do pull out the reels, taking such wages as I
can get, and am thankful. But my friend and brother over there, my
skin-polished, shining, oil-fat <DW64>, is a richer man than I. He
lies under his mango-tree, and eats the luscious fruit in the sun;
he sends his black urchin up for a breadfruit, and behold the family
table is spread. He pierces a cocoa-nut, and, lo! there is his
beverage. He lies on the grass surrounded by oranges, bananas, and
pine-apples. Oh, my hard taskmaster of the sugar-mill, is he not
better off than thou? why should he work at thy order? "No, massa, me
weak in me belly; me no workee to-day; me no like workee just 'em
little moment." Yes, <DW71> has learned to have his own way; though
hardly learned to claim his right without lying.

That this is all bad--bad nearly as bad can be--bad perhaps as
anything short of slavery, all men will allow. It will be quite
as bad in the long run for the <DW64> as for the white man--worse,
indeed; for the white man will by degrees wash his hands of the whole
concern. But as matters are, one cannot wonder that the black man
will not work. The question stands thus: cannot he be made to do
so? Can it not be contrived that he shall be free, free as is the
Englishman, and yet compelled, as is the Englishman, to eat his bread
in the sweat of his brow?

I utterly disbelieve in statistics as a science, and am never myself
guided by any long-winded statement of figures from a Chancellor
of the Exchequer or such like big-wig. To my mind it is an
hallucination. Such statements are "ignes fatui." Figures, when they
go beyond six in number, represent to me not facts, but dreams, or
sometimes worse than dreams. I have therefore no right myself to
offer statistics to the reader. But it was stated in the census taken
in 1844 that there were sixteen thousand white people in the island,
and about three hundred thousand blacks. There were also about
seventy thousand <DW52> people. Putting aside for the moment
the latter as a middle class, and regarding the black as the free
servants of the white, one would say that labour should not be so
deficient But what, if your free servants don't work; unfortunately
know how to live without working?

The political question that presses upon me in viewing Jamaica, is
certainly this--Will the growth of sugar pay in Jamaica, or will it
not? I have already stated my conviction that a change is now taking
place in the very blood and nature of the men who are destined to be
the dominant classes in these western tropical latitudes. That the
white man, the white Englishman, or white English Creole, will ever
again be a thoroughly successful sugar grower in Jamaica I do not
believe. That the brown man may be so is very probable; but great
changes must first be made in the countries around him.

While the "peculiar institution" exists in Cuba, Brazil, Porto
Rico, and the Southern States, it cannot, I think, come to pass. A
plentiful crop in Cuba may in any year bring sugar to a price which
will give no return whatever to the Jamaica grower. A spare crop in
Jamaica itself will have the same result; and there are many causes
for spare crops; drought, for instance, and floods, and abounding
rats, and want of capital to renew and manure the plants. At present
the trade will only give in good years a fair profit to those who
have purchased their land almost for nothing. A trade that cannot
stand many misfortunes can hardly exist prosperously. This trade has
stood very many; but I doubt whether it can stand more.

The "peculiar institution," however, will not live for ever. The time
must come when abolition will be popular even in Louisiana. And when
it is law there, it will be the law in Cuba also. If that day shall
have arrived before the last sugar-mill in the island shall have been
stopped, Jamaica may then compete with other free countries. The
world will not do without sugar, let it be produced by slaves or free
men.

But though a man may venture to foretell the abolition of slavery in
the States, and yet call himself no prophet, he must be a wiser man
than I who can foretell the time. It will hardly be to-morrow; nor
yet the next day. It will scarcely come so that we may see it. Before
it does come it may easily be that the last sugar-mill in poor
Jamaica will in truth have stopped.




CHAPTER VIII.

JAMAICA--EMPEROR SOULOUQUE.


We all remember the day when Mr. Smith landed at Newhaven and took up
his abode quietly at the inn there. Poor Mr. Smith! In the ripeness
of time he has betaken himself a stage further on his long journey,
travelling now probably without disguise, either that of a citizen
King or of a citizen Smith.

And now, following his illustrious example, the ex-Emperor Soulouque
has sought the safety always to be found on English territories by
sovereigns out of place. In January, 1859, his Highness landed at
Kingston, Jamaica, having made his town of Port au Prince and his
kingdom of Hayti somewhat too hot to hold him.

All the world probably knows that King Soulouque is a black man. One
blacker never endured the meridian heat of a tropical sun.

The island, which was christened Hispaniola by Columbus, has
resumed its ancient name of Hayti. It is, however, divided into
two kingdoms--two republics one may now say. That to the east is
generally called St. Domingo, having borrowed the name given by
Columbus to a town. This is by far the larger, but at the same
time the poorer division of the island. That to the west is now
called Hayti, and over this territory Soulouque reigned as emperor.
He reigned as emperor, and was so styled, having been elected as
President; in which little change in his state he has been imitated
by a neighbour of ours with a success almost equal to his own.

For some dozen years the success of Soulouque was very considerable.
He has had a dominion which has been almost despotic; and has, so
rumour says, invested some three or four hundred thousand pounds in
European funds. In this latter point his imitator has, I fear, hardly
equalled him.

But a higher ambition fired the bosom of Soulouque, and he sighed
after the territories of his neighbours--not generously to bestow
them on other kings, but that he might keep them on his own behoof.
Soulouque desired to be emperor of the whole island, and he sounded
his trumpet and prepared his arms. He called together his army, and
put on the boots of Bombastes. He put on the boots of Bombastes and
bade his men meet him--at the Barleymow or elsewhere.

But it seems that his men were slow in coming to the rendezvous.
Nothing that Soulouque could say, nothing that he could do, no
admonitions through his sternest government ministers, no reading
of the mutiny act by his commanders and generals, would induce them
actually to make an assault at arms. Then Soulouque was angry, and in
his anger he maltreated his army. He put his men into pits, and kept
them there without food; left them to be eaten by vermin--to be fed
upon while they could not feed; and played, upon the whole, such
a melodrama of autocratic tricks and fantasies as might have done
honour to a white Nero. Then at last black human nature could endure
no more, and Soulouque, dreading a pit for his own majesty, was
forced to run.

In one respect he was more fortunate than Mr. Smith. In his dire
necessity an English troop-ship was found to be at hand. The
'Melbourne' was steaming home from Jamaica, and the officer in
command having been appealed to for assistance, consented to return
to Kingston with the royal suite. This she did, and on the 22nd of
January, Soulouque, with his wife and daughter, his prime minister,
and certain coal-black maids of honour, was landed at the quays.

When under the aegis of British protection, the ex-emperor was of
course safe. But he had not exactly chosen a bed of roses for himself
in coming to Jamaica. It might be probable that a bed of roses
was not easily to be found at the moment. At Kingston there were
collected many Haytians, who had either been banished by Soulouque in
the plenitude of his power, or had run from him as he was now running
from his subjects. There were many whose brothers and fathers had
been destroyed in Hayti, whose friends had perished under the hands
of the tyrant's executioner, for whom pits would have been prepared
had they not vanished speedily. These refugees had sought safety also
in Jamaica, and for them a day of triumph had now arrived. They were
not the men to allow an opportunity for triumph to pass without
enjoying it.

These were mostly brown men--men of a mixed race; men, and indeed
women also. With Soulouque and his government such had found no
favour. He had been glad to welcome white residents in his kingdom,
and of course had rejoiced in having black men as his subjects.
But of the <DW52> people he had endeavoured in every way to rid
himself. He had done so to a great extent, and many of them were now
ready to welcome him at Kingston.

Kingston does not rejoice in public equipages of much pretensions;
nor are there to be hired many carriages fit for the conveyance of
royalty, even in its decadence. Two small, wretched vehicles were
however procured, such as ply in the streets there, and carry
passengers to the Spanish Town railway at sixpence a head. In one
of these sat Soulouque and his wife, with a British officer on the
box beside the driver, and with two black policemen hanging behind.
In another, similarly guarded, were packed the Countess Olive--that
being the name of the ex-emperor's daughter--and her attendants. And
thus travelling by different streets they made their way to their
hotel.

One would certainly have wished, in despite of those wretched pits,
that they had been allowed to do so without annoyance; but such was
not the case. The banished Haytians had it not in their philosophy
to abstain from triumphing on a fallen enemy. They surrounded the
carriages with a dusky cloud, and received the fugitives with howls
of self-congratulation at their abasement. Nor was this all. When the
royal party was duly lodged at the Date-Tree tavern, the ex-Haytians
lodged themselves opposite. There they held a dignity ball in token
of their joy; and for three days maintained their position in order
that poor Soulouque might witness their rejoicings.

"They have said a mass over him, the wretched being!" said the
landlady of my hotel to me, triumphantly.

"Said a mass over him?"

"Yes, the black <DW65>--king, indeed! said a mass over him 'cause
he's down. Thank God for that! And pray God keep him so. Him king
indeed, the black <DW65>!" All which could not have been comfortable
for poor Soulouque.

The royal party had endeavoured in the first instance to take up
their quarters at this lady's hotel, or lodging-house, as they are
usually called. But the patriotic sister of Mrs. Seacole would listen
to no such proposition. "I won't keep a house for black men," she
said to me. "As for kings, I would despise myself to have a black
king. As for that black beast and his black women--Bah!" Now this
was certainly magnanimous, for Soulouque would have been prepared
to pay well for his accommodation. But the ordinary contempt which
the <DW52> people have for <DW64>s was heightened in this case by
the presumption of black royalty--perhaps also by loyalty. "Queen
Victoria is my king," said Mrs. Seacole's sister.

I must confess that I endeavoured to excite her loyalty rather than
her compassion. A few friends were to dine with me that day; and
where would have been my turtle soup had Soulouque and his suite
taken possession of the house?

The deposed tyrant, when he left Hayti, published a short manifesto,
in which he set forth that he, Faustin the First, having been elected
by the free suffrages of his fellow countrymen, had endeavoured to
govern them well, actuated by a pure love of his country; that he had
remained at his post as long as his doing so had been pleasing to his
countrymen; but that now, having discovered by sure symptoms that his
countrymen desired to see him no longer on the throne, he voluntarily
and immediately abdicated his seat. From henceforth he could only
wish well to the prosperity of Hayti.

Free suffrages of his people! Ah, me! Such farces strike us but as
farces when Hayti and such like lands are concerned. But when they
come nearer to us they are very sad.

Soulouque is a stout, hale man, apparently of sixty-five or
sixty-eight years of age. It is difficult to judge of the expression
of a black man's face unless it be very plainly seen; but it appeared
to me to be by no means repulsive. He has been, I believe, some
twelve years Emperor of Hayti, and as he has escaped with wealth he
cannot be said to have been unfortunate.




CHAPTER IX.

JAMAICA--THE GOVERNMENT.


Queen, Lords, and Commons, with the full paraphernalia of triple
readings, adjournments of the house, and counting out, prevails in
Jamaica as it does in Great Britain.

By this it will be understood that there is a Governor, representing
the Crown, whose sanction or veto is of course given, as regards
important measures, in accordance with instructions from the Colonial
Office. The Governor has an Executive Committee, which tallies with
our Cabinet. It consists at present of three members, one of whom
belongs to the upper House and two to the lower. The Governor may
appoint a fourth member if it so please him. These gentlemen are paid
for their services, and preside over different departments, as do
our Secretaries of State, &c. And there is a Most Honourable Privy
Council, just as we have at home. Of this latter, the members may or
may not support the Governor, seeing that they are elected for life.

The House of Lords is represented by the Legislative Council. This
quasi-peerage is of course not hereditary, but the members sit for
life, and are nominated by the Governor. They are seventeen in
number. The Legislative Council can of course put a veto on any bill.

The House of Assembly stands in the place of the House of Commons.
It consists of forty-seven members, two being elected by nineteen
parishes, and three each by three other parishes, those, namely,
which contain the towns of Kingston, Spanish Town, and Port Royal.

In one respect this House of Commons falls short of the privileges
and powers of our House at home. It cannot suggest money bills. No
honourable member can make a proposition that so much a year shall be
paid for such a purpose. The government did not wish to be driven to
exercise the invidious power of putting repeated vetos on repeated
suggestions for semi-public expenditure; and therefore this power has
been taken away. But any honourable member can bring before the House
a motion to the effect that the Governor be recommended himself to
propose, by one of the Executive Committee, such or such a money
bill; and then if the Governor decline, the House can refuse to pass
his supplies, and can play the "red devil" with his Excellency. So
that it seems to come pretty nearly to the same thing.

At home in England, Crown, Lords, and Commons really seem to do very
well. Some may think that the system wants a little shove this way,
some the other. Reform may, or may not be, more or less needed. But
on the whole we are governed honestly, liberally, and successfully;
with at least a greater share of honesty, liberality, and success
than has fallen to the lot of most other people. Each of the three
estates enjoys the respect of the people at large, and a seat, either
among the Lords or the Commons, is an object of high ambition. The
system may therefore be said to be successful.

But it does not follow that because it answers in England it should
answer in Jamaica; that institutions which suit the country which
is perhaps in the whole world the furthest advanced in civilization,
wealth, and public honesty, should suit equally well an island
which is unfortunately very far from being advanced in those good
qualities; whose civilization, as regards the bulk of the population,
is hardly above that of savages, whose wealth has vanished, and of
whose public honesty--I will say nothing. Of that I myself will
say nothing, but the Jamaicans speak of it in terms which are not
flattering to their own land.

I do not think that the system does answer in Jamaica. In the first
place, it must be remembered that it is carried on there in a manner
very different from that exercised in our other West-Indian colonies.
In Jamaica any man may vote who pays either tax or rent; but by a
late law he must put in his claim to vote on a ten shilling stamp.
There are in round numbers three hundred thousand blacks, seventy
thousand <DW52> people, and fifteen thousand white; it may
therefore easily be seen in what hands the power of electing must
rest. Now in Barbados no <DW52> man votes at all. A <DW52> man or
<DW64> is doubtless qualified to vote if he own a freehold; but then,
care is taken that such shall not own freeholds. In Trinidad, the
legislative power is almost entirely in the hands of the Crown. In
Guiana, which I look upon as the best governed of them all, this is
very much the case.

It is not that I would begrudge the black man the right of voting
because he is black, or that I would say that he is and must be
unfit to vote, or unfit even to sit in a house of assembly; but the
amalgamation as at present existing is bad. The objects sought after
by a free and open representation of the people are not gained
unless those men are as a rule returned who are most respected in
the commonwealth, so that the body of which they are the units may
be respected also. This object is not achieved in Jamaica, and
consequently the House of Assembly is not respected. It does not
contain the men of most weight and condition in the island, and is
contemptuously spoken of even in Jamaica itself, and even by its own
members.

Some there are, some few, who have gotten themselves to be elected,
in order that things which are already bad may not, if such can be
avoided, become worse. They, no doubt, are they who best do their
duty by the country in which their lot lies. But, for the most part,
those who should represent Jamaica will not condescend to take part
in the debates, nor will they solicit the votes of the <DW64>s.

It would appear from these observations as though I thought that the
absolute ascendency of the white man should still be maintained in
Jamaica. By no means. Let him be ascendant who can--in Jamaica or
elsewhere--who honestly can. I doubt whether such ascendency, the
ascendency of Europeans and white Creoles, can be longer maintained
in this island. It is not even now maintained; and for that reason
chiefly I hold that this system of Lords and Commons is not
compatible with the present genius of the place. Let <DW52> men
fill the public offices, and enjoy the sweets of official pickings.
I would by no means wish to interfere with any good things which
fortune may be giving them in this respect. But I think there would
be greater probability of their advancing in their new profession
honestly and usefully, if they could be made to look more to the
Colonial Office at home, and less to the native legislature.

At home, no member of the House of Commons can hold a government
contract. The members of the House of Assembly in Jamaica have no
such prejudicial embargo attached to the honour of their seats. They
can hold the government contracts; and it is astonishing how many of
them are in their hands.

The great point which strikes a stranger is this, that the House of
Assembly is not respected in the island. Jamaicans themselves have no
confidence in it. If the white men could be polled, the majority I
think would prefer to be rid of it altogether, and to be governed, as
Trinidad is governed, by a Governor with a council; of course with
due power of reference to the Colonial Office.

Let any man fancy what England would be if the House of Commons were
ludicrous in the eyes of Englishmen; if men ridiculed or were ashamed
of all their debates. Such is the case as regards the Jamaica House
of Commons.

In truth, there is not room for a machinery so complicated in this
island. The handful of white men can no longer have it all their own
way; and as for the <DW64>s--let any warmest advocate of the "man and
brother" position say whether he has come across three or four of
the class who are fit to enact laws for their own guidance and the
guidance of others.

It pains me to write words which may seem to be opposed to humanity
and a wide philanthropy; but a spade is a spade, and it is worse than
useless to say that it is something else.

The proof of the truth of what I say with reference to this system
of Lords and Commons is to be found in the eating of the pudding.
It may not perhaps be fair to adduce the prosperity of Barbados,
and to compare it with the adversity of Jamaica, seeing that
local circumstances were advantageous to Barbados at the times of
emancipation and equalization of the sugar duties. Barbados was
always able to command a plentiful supply of labour. But it is quite
fair to compare Jamaica with Guiana or Trinidad. In both these
colonies the <DW64> was as well able to shirk his work as in Jamaica.

And in these two colonies the <DW64> did shirk his work, just as he
did in Jamaica; and does still to a great extent. The limits of these
colonies are as extensive as Jamaica is, and the <DW64> can squat.
They are as fertile as Jamaica is, and the <DW64> can procure his
food almost without trouble. But not the less is it a fact that the
exportation of sugar from Guiana and Trinidad now exceeds the amount
exported in the time of slavery, while the exportation from Jamaica
is almost as nothing.

But in Trinidad and Guiana they have no House of Commons, with Mr.
Speaker, three readings, motions for adjournment, and unlimited
powers of speech. In those colonies the governments--acting with
such assistance as was necessary--have succeeded in getting foreign
labour. In Jamaica they have as yet but succeeded in talking about
it. In Guiana and Trinidad they make much sugar, and boast loudly
of making more. In Jamaica they make but very little, and have not
self-confidence enough left with them to make any boast whatsoever.

With all the love that an Englishman should have for a popular
parliamentary representation, I cannot think it adapted to a small
colony, even were that colony not from circumstances so peculiarly
ill fitted for it as is Jamaica. In Canada and Australia it is
no doubt very well; the spirit of a fresh and energetic people
struggling on into the world's eminence will produce men fit for
debating, men who can stand on their legs without making a house of
legislature ridiculous. But what could Lords and Commons do in Malta,
or in Jersey? What would they do in the Scilly Islands? What have
they been doing in the Ionian Islands? And, alas! what have they done
in Jamaica?

Her roads are almost impassable, her bridges are broken down, her
coffee plantations have gone back to bush, her sugar estates have
been sold for the value of the sugar-boilers. Kingston as a town is
the most deplorable that man ever visited, unless it be that Spanish
Town is worse. And yet they have Lords and Commons with all but
unlimited powers of making motions! It has availed them nothing, and
I fear will avail them nothing.

This I know may be said, that be the Lords and Commons there for
good or evil, they are to be moved neither by men nor gods. It is I
imagine true, that no power known to the British empire could deprive
Jamaica of her constitution. It has had some kind of a house of
assembly since the time of Charles II.; nay, I believe, since the
days of Cromwell; which by successive doctoring has grown to be such
a parody, as it now is, on our home mode of doing business. How all
this may now be altered and brought back to reason, perhaps no man
can say. Probably it cannot be altered till some further smash shall
come; but it is not on that account the less objectionable.

The House of Assembly and the Chamber of the Legislative Council
are both situated in the same square with the Governor's mansion
in Spanish Town. The desolateness of this place I have attempted
to describe elsewhere, and yet, when I was there, Parliament
was sitting! What must the place be during the nine months when
Parliament does not sit? They are yellow buildings, erected
at considerable expense, and not without some pretence. But
nevertheless, they are ugly--ugly from their colour, ugly from the
heat, and ugly from a certain heaviness which seems natural to them
and to the place.

The house itself in which the forty-seven members sit is comfortable
enough, and not badly adapted for its purposes. The Speaker sits at
one end all in full fig, with a clerk at the table below; opposite to
him, two-thirds down the room, a low bar, about four feet high, runs
across it. As far as this the public are always admitted; and when
any subject of special interest is under discussion twelve or fifteen
persons may be seen there assembled. Then there is a side room
opening from the house, into which members take their friends. Indeed
it is, I believe, generally open to any one wearing a decent coat.
There is the Bellamy of the establishment, in which honourable
members take such refreshment as the warmth of the debate may render
necessary. Their tastes seemed to me to be simple, and to addict
themselves chiefly to rum and water.

I was throwing away my cigar as I entered the precincts of the house.
"Oh, you can smoke," said my friend to me; "only, when you stand
at the doorway, don't let the Speaker's eye catch the light; but
it won't much matter." So I walked on, and stood at the side door,
smoking my cigar indeed, but conscious that I was desecrating the
place.

I saw five or six <DW52> gentlemen in the house, and two
<DW64>s--sitting in the house as members. As far as the two latter
men were concerned, I could not but be gratified to see them in the
fair enjoyment of the objects of a fair ambition. Had they not by
efforts of their own made themselves greatly superior to others of
their race, they would not have been there. I say this, fearing that
it may be thought that I begrudge a black man such a position. I
begrudge the black men nothing that they can honestly lay hands on;
but I think that we shall benefit neither them nor ourselves by
attempting with a false philanthropy to make them out to be other
than they are.

The subject under debate was a railway bill. The railway system is
not very extended in the island; but there is a railway, and the
talk was of prolonging it. Indeed, the house I believe had on some
previous occasion decided that it should be prolonged, and the
present fight was as to some particular detail. What that detail was
I did not learn, for the business being performed was a continual
series of motions for adjournment carried on by a victorious minority
of three.

It was clear that the conquered majority of--say thirty--was very
angry. For some reason, appertaining probably to the tactics of the
house, these thirty were exceedingly anxious to have some special
point carried and put out of the way that night, but the three were
inexorable. Two of the three spoke continually, and ended every
speech with a motion for adjournment.

And then there was a disagreement among the thirty. Some declared
all this to be "bosh," proposed to leave the house without any
adjournment, play whist, and let the three victors enjoy their barren
triumph. Others, made of sterner stuff, would not thus give way. One
after another they made impetuous little speeches, then two at a
time, and at last three. They thumped the table, and called each
other pretty names, walked about furiously, and devoted the three
victors to the infernal gods.

And then one of the black gentlemen arose, and made a calm,
deliberate little oration. The words he spoke were about the wisest
which were spoken that night, and yet they were not very wise. He
offered to the house a few platitudes on the general benefit of
railways, which would have applied to any railway under the sun,
saying that eggs and fowls would be taken to market; and then he sat
down. On his behalf I must declare that there were no other words of
such wisdom spoken that night. But this relief lasted only for three
minutes.

After a while two members coming to the door declared that it was
becoming unbearable, and carried me away to play whist. "My place is
close by," said one, "and if the row becomes hot we shall hear it. It
is dreadful to stay there with such an object, and with the certainty
of missing one's object after all." As I was inclined to agree with
him, I went away and played whist.

But soon a storm of voices reached our ears round the card-table.
"They are hard at it now," said one honourable member. "That's
So-and-So, by the screech." The yell might have been heard at
Kingston, and no doubt was.

"By heavens they are at it," said another. "Ha, ha, ha! A nice house
of assembly, isn't it?"

"Will they pitch into one another?" I asked, thinking of scenes of
which I had read of in another country; and thinking also, I must
confess, that an absolute bodily scrimmage on the floor of the house
might be worth seeing.

"They don't often do that," said my friend. "They trust chiefly to
their voices; but there's no knowing."

The temptation was too much for me, so I threw down my cards and
rushed back to the Assembly. When I arrived the louder portion of
the noise was being made by one gentleman who was walking round and
round the chamber, swearing in a loud voice that he would resign the
very moment the Speaker was seated in the chair; for at that time
the house was in committee. The louder portion of the noise, I say,
for two other honourable members were speaking, and the rest were
discussing the matter in small parties.

"Shameful, abominable, scandalous, rascally!" shouted the angry
gentleman over and over again, as he paced round and round the
chamber. "I'll not sit in such a house; no man should sit in such a
house. By G----, I'll resign as soon as I see the Speaker in that
chair. Sir, come and have a drink of rum and water."

In his angry wanderings his steps had brought him to the door at
which I was standing, and these last words were addressed to me.
"Come and have a drink of rum and water," and he seized me with a
hospitable violence by the arm. I did not dare to deny so angry a
legislator, and I drank the rum and water. Then I returned to my
cards.

It may be said that nearly the same thing does sometimes occur in our
own House of Commons--always omitting the threats of resignation and
the drink. With us at home a small minority may impede the business
of the house by adjournments, and members sometimes become loud and
angry. But in Jamaica the storm raged in so small a teapot! The
railway extension was to be but for a mile or two, and I fear would
hardly benefit more than the eggs and fowls for which the dark
gentleman pleaded.

In heading this chapter I have spoken of the government, and it may
be objected to me that in writing it I have written only of the
legislature, and not at all of the mode of governing. But in truth
the mode of government depends entirely on the mode of legislature.

As regards the Governor himself and his ministers, I do not doubt
that they do their best; but I think that their best might be much
better if their hands were not so closely tied by this teapot system
of Queen, Lords, and Commons.




CHAPTER X.

CUBA.


Cuba is the largest and the most westerly of the West Indian islands.
It is in the shape of a half-moon, and with one of its horns nearly
lies across the mouth of the Gulf of Mexico. It belongs to the
Spanish crown, of which it is by far the most splendid appendage. So
much for facts--geographical and historical.

The journey from Kingston to Cien Fuegos, of which I have said
somewhat in my first chapter, was not completed under better auspices
than those which witnessed its commencement. That perfidious bark,
built in the eclipse, was bad to the last, and my voyage took nine
days instead of three. My humble stock of provisions had long been
all gone, and my patience was nearly at as low an ebb. Then, as a
finale, the Cuban pilot who took us in hand as we entered the port,
ran us on shore just under the Spanish fort, and there left us. From
this position it was impossible to escape, though the shore lay close
to us, inasmuch as it is an offence of the gravest nature to land in
those ports without the ceremony of a visit from the medical officer;
and no medical officer would come to us there. And then two of our
small crew had been taken sick, and we had before us in our mind's
eye all the pleasures of quarantine.

A man, and especially an author, is thankful for calamities if they
be of a tragic dye. It would be as good as a small fortune to be
left for three days without food or water, or to run for one's life
before a black storm on unknown seas in a small boat. But we had no
such luck as this. There was plenty of food, though it was not very
palatable; and the peril of our position cannot be insisted on, as
we might have thrown a baby on shore from the vessel, let alone a
biscuit. We did what we could to get up a catastrophe among the
sharks, by bathing off the ship's sides. But even this was in vain.
One small shark we did see. But in lieu of it eating us, we ate it.
In spite of the popular prejudice, I have to declare that it was
delicious.

But at last I did find myself in the hotel at Cien Fuegos. And here I
must say a word in praise of the civility of the Spanish authorities
of that town--and, indeed, of those gentlemen generally wherever I
chanced to meet them. They welcome you with easy courtesy; offer you
coffee or beer; assure you at parting that their whole house is at
your disposal; and then load you--at least they so loaded me--with
cigars.

"My friend," said the captain of the port, holding in his hand a huge
parcel of these articles, each about seven inches long--"I wish I
could do you a service. It would make me happy for ever if I could
truly serve you."

"Senor, the service you have done me is inestimable in allowing me to
make the acquaintance of Don ----."

"But at least accept these few cigars;" and then he pressed the
bundle into my hand, and pressed his own hand over mine. "Smoke one
daily after dinner; and when you procure any that are better, do a
fastidious old smoker the great kindness to inform him where they are
to be found."

This treasure to which his fancy alluded, but in the existence of
which he will never believe, I have not yet discovered.

Cien Fuegos is a small new town on the southern coast of Cuba,
created by the sugar trade, and devoted, of course, to commerce. It
is clean, prosperous, and quickly increasing. Its streets are lighted
with gas, while those in the Havana still depend upon oil-lamps. It
has its opera, its governor's house, its alameda, its military and
public hospital, its market-place, and railway station; and unless
the engineers deceive themselves, it will in time have its well. It
has also that institution which in the eyes of travellers ranks so
much above all others, a good and clean inn.

My first object after landing was to see a slave sugar estate. I
had been told in Jamaica that to effect this required some little
management; that the owners of the slaves were not usually willing
to allow strangers to see them at work; and that the manufacture of
sugar in Cuba was as a rule kept sacred from profane eyes. But I
found no such difficulty. I made my request to an English merchant
at Cien Fuegos, and he gave me a letter of introduction to the
proprietor of an estate some fifteen miles from the town; and by
their joint courtesy I saw all that I wished.

On this property, which consisted altogether of eighteen
hundred acres--the greater portion of which was not yet under
cultivation--there were six hundred acres of cane pieces. The average
year's produce was eighteen hundred hogsheads, or three hogsheads to
the acre. The hogshead was intended to represent a ton of sugar when
it reached the market, but judging from all that I could learn it
usually fell short of it by more than a hundredweight. The value of
such a hogshead at Cien Fuegos was about twenty-five pounds. There
were one hundred and fifty <DW64> men on the estate, the average cash
value of each man being three hundred and fifty pounds; most of
the men had their wives. In stating this it must not be supposed
that either I or my informant insist much on the validity of their
marriage ceremony; any such ceremony was probably of rare occurrence.
During the crop time, at which period my visit was made, and which
lasts generally from November till May, the <DW64>s sleep during six
hours out of the twenty-four, have two for their meals, and work
for sixteen! No difference is made on Sunday. Their food is very
plentiful, and of a good and strong description. They are sleek
and fat and large, like well-preserved brewers' horses; and with
reference to them, as also with reference to the brewers' horses, it
has probably been ascertained what amount of work may be exacted so
as to give the greatest profit. During the remainder of the year the
labour of the <DW64>s averages twelve hours a day, and one day of
rest in the week is usually allowed to them.

I was of course anxious to see what was the nature of the coercive
measures used with them. But in this respect my curiosity was not
indulged. I can only say that I saw none, and saw the mark and signs
of none. No doubt the whip is in use, but I did not see it. The
gentleman whose estate I visited had no notice of our coming, and
there was no appearance of anything being hidden from us. I could
not, however, bring myself to inquire of him as to their punishment.

The slaves throughout the island are always as a rule baptized. Those
who are employed in the town and as household servants appear to
be educated in compliance with, at any rate the outward doctrines
of, the Roman Catholic church. But with the great mass of the
<DW64>s--those who work on the sugar-canes--all attention to religion
ends with their baptism. They have the advantage, whatever it may
be, of that ceremony in infancy; and from that time forth they are
treated as the beasts of the stall.

From all that I could hear, as well as from what I could see, I
have reason to think that, regarding them as beasts, they are well
treated. Their hours of labour are certainly very long--so long as to
appear almost impossible to a European workman. But under the system,
such as it is, the men do not apparently lose their health, though,
no doubt, they become prematurely old, and as a rule die early. The
property is too valuable to be neglected or ill used. The object of
course is to make that property pay; and therefore a present healthy
condition is cared for, but long life is not regarded. It is exactly
the same with horses in this country.

When all has been said that can be said in favour of the slave-owner
in Cuba, it comes to this--that he treats his slaves as beasts of
burden, and so treating them, does it skilfully and with prudence.
The point which most shocks an Englishman is the absence of all
religion, the ignoring of the black man's soul. But this, perhaps,
may be taken as an excuse, that the white men here ignore their own
souls also. The Roman Catholic worship seems to be at a lower ebb in
Cuba than almost any country in which I have seen it.

It is singular that no priest should even make any effort on the
subject with regard to the <DW64>s; but I am assured that such is
the fact. They do not wish to do so; nor will they allow of any one
asking them to make the experiment. One would think that had there
been any truth or any courage in them, they would have declared the
inutility of baptism, and have proclaimed that <DW64>s have no souls.
But there is no truth in them; neither is there any courage.

The works at the Cuban sugar estate were very different from those I
had seen at Jamaica. They were on a much larger scale, in much better
order, overlooked by a larger proportion of white men, with a greater
amount of skilled labour. The evidences of capital were very plain in
Cuba; whereas, the want of it was frequently equally plain in our own
island.

Not that the planters in Cuba are as a rule themselves very rich
men. The estates are deeply mortgaged to the different merchants
at the different ports, as are those in Jamaica to the merchants
of Kingston. These merchants in Cuba are generally Americans,
Englishmen, Germans, Spaniards from the American republics--anything
but Cubans; and the slave-owners are but the go-betweens, who secure
the profits of the slave-trade for the merchants.

My friend at the estate invited us to a late breakfast after having
shown me what I came to see. "You have taken me so unawares," said
he, "that we cannot offer you much except a welcome." Well, it
was not much--for Cuba perhaps. A delicious soup, made partly of
eggs, a bottle of excellent claret, a pate de foie gras, some game
deliciously dressed, and half a dozen kinds of vegetables; that was
all. I had seen nothing among the slaves which in any way interfered
with my appetite, or with the cup of coffee and cigar which came
after the little nothings above mentioned.

We then went down to the railway station. It was a peculiar station I
was told, and the tickets could not be paid for till we reached Cien
Fuegos. But, lo! on arriving at Cien Fuegos there was nothing more to
pay. "It has all been done," said some one to me.

If one was but convinced that those sleek, fat, smiling bipeds were
but two legged beasts of burden, and nothing more, all would have
been well at the estate which we visited.

All Cuba was of course full of the late message from the President of
the United States, which at the time of my visit was some two months
old there. The purport of what Mr. Buchanan said regarding Cuba
may perhaps be expressed as follows:--"Circumstances and destiny
absolutely require that the United States should be the masters of
that island. That we should take it by filibustering or violence
is not in accordance with our national genius. It will suit our
character and honesty much better that we should obtain it by
purchase. Let us therefore offer a fair price for it. If a fair price
be refused, that of course will be a casus belli. Spain will then
have injured us, and we may declare war. Under these circumstances we
should probably obtain the place without purchase; but let us hope
better things." This is what the President has said, either in plain
words or by inference equally plain.

It may easily be conceived with what feeling such an announcement
has been received by Spain and those who hold Spanish authority in
Cuba. There is an outspoken insolence in the threat, which, by a
first-class power, would itself have been considered a cause for war.
But Spain is not a first-class power, and like the other weak ones of
the earth must either perish or live by adhering to and obeying those
who will protect her. Though too ignoble to be strong, she has been
too proud to be obedient. And as a matter of course she will go to
the wall.

A scrupulous man who feels that he would fain regulate his course in
politics by the same line as that used for his ordinary life, cannot
but feel angry at the loud tone of America's audacious threat. But
even such a one knows that that threat will sooner or later be
carried out, and that humanity will benefit by its accomplishment.
Perhaps it may be said that scrupulous men should have but little
dealing in state policy.

The plea under which Mr. Buchanan proposes to quarrel with Spain, if
she will not sell that which America wishes to buy, is the plea under
which Ahab quarrelled with Naboth. A man is, individually, disgusted
that a President of the United States should have made such an
utterance. But looking at the question in a broader point of view, in
one which regards future ages rather than the present time, one can
hardly refrain from rejoicing at any event which will tend to bring
about that which in itself is so desirable.

We reprobate the name of filibuster, and have a holy horror of the
trade. And it is perhaps fortunate that with us the age of individual
filibustering is well-nigh gone by. But it may be fair for us to
consider whether we have not in our younger days done as much in this
line as have the Americans--whether Clive, for instance, was not a
filibuster--or Warren Hastings. Have we not annexed, and maintained,
and encroached; protected, and assumed, and taken possession in the
East--doing it all of course for the good of humanity? And why should
we begrudge the same career to America?

That we do begrudge it is certain. That she purchased California and
took Texas went at first against the grain with us; and Englishmen,
as a rule, would wish to maintain Cuba in the possession of Spain.
But what Englishman who thinks about it will doubt that California
and Texas have thriven since they were annexed, as they never could
have thriven while forming part of the Mexican empire--or can doubt
that Cuba, if delivered up to the States, would gain infinitely by
such a change of masters?

Filibustering, called by that or some other name, is the destiny of
a great portion of that race to which we Englishmen and Americans
belong. It would be a bad profession probably for a scrupulous man.
With the unscrupulous man, what stumbling-blocks there may be between
his deeds and his conscience is for his consideration and for God's
judgment. But it will hardly suit us as a nation to be loud against
it. By what other process have poor and weak races been compelled to
give way to those who have power and energy? And who have displaced
so many of the poor and weak, and spread abroad so vast an energy,
such an extent of power as we of England?

The truth may perhaps be this:--that a filibuster needs expect no
good word from his fellow-mortals till he has proved his claim to it
by success.

From such information as I could obtain, I am of opinion that the
Cubans themselves would be glad enough to see the transfer well
effected. How, indeed, can it be otherwise? At present they have no
national privilege except that of undergoing taxation. Every office
is held by a Spaniard. Every soldier in the island--and they say that
there are twenty-five thousand--must be a Spaniard. The ships of
war are commanded and manned by Spaniards. All that is shown before
their eyes of brilliancy and power and high place is purely Spanish.
No Cuban has any voice in his own country. He can never have the
consolation of thinking that his tyrant is his countryman, or reflect
that under altered circumstances it might possibly have been his
fortune to tyrannize. What love can he have for Spain? He cannot even
have the poor pride of being slave to a great lord. He is the lacquey
of a reduced gentleman, and lives on the vails of those who despise
his master. Of course the transfer would be grateful to him.

But no Cuban will himself do anything to bring it about. To wish is
one thing; to act is another. A man standing behind his counter may
feel that his hand is restricted on every side, and his taxes alone
unrestricted; but he must have other than Hispano-Creole blood in
his veins if he do more than stand and feel. Indeed, wishing is too
strong a word to be fairly applicable to his state of mind. He would
be glad that Cuba should be American; but he would prefer that he
himself should lie in a dormant state while the dangerous transfer is
going on.

I have ventured to say that humanity would certainly be benefited
by such a transfer. We, when we think of Cuba, think of it almost
entirely as a slave country. And, indeed, in this light, and in
this light only, is it peculiar, being the solitary land into which
slaves are now systematically imported out of Africa. Into that great
question of guarding the slave coast it would be futile here to
enter; but this I believe is acknowledged, that if the Cuban market
be closed against the trade, the trade must perish of exhaustion. At
present slaves are brought into Cuba in spite of us; and as we all
know, can be brought in under the American stars and stripes. But no
one accuses the American Government of systematically favouring an
importation of Africans into their own States. When Cuba becomes one
of them the trade will cease. The obstacle to that trade which is
created by our vessels of war on the coast of Africa may, or may not,
be worth the cost. But no man who looks into the subject will presume
to say that we can be as efficacious there as the Americans would be
if they were the owners of the present slave-market.

I do not know whether it be sufficiently understood in England,
that though slavery is an institution of the United States, the
slave-trade, as commonly understood under that denomination, is as
illegal there as in England. That slavery itself would be continued
in Cuba under the Americans--continued for a while--is of course
certain. So is it in Louisiana and the Carolinas. But the horrors of
the middle passage, the kidnapping of <DW64>s, the African wars which
are waged for the sake of prisoners, would of necessity come to an
end.

But this slave-trade is as opposed to the laws of Spain and its
colonies as it is to those of the United States or of Great Britain.
This is true; and were the law carried out in Cuba as well as it is
in the United States, an Englishman would feel disinclined to look on
with calmness at the violent dismemberment of the Spanish empire. But
in Cuba the law is broken systematically. The Captain-General in Cuba
will allow no African to be imported into the island--except for a
consideration. It is said that the present Captain-General receives
only a gold doubloon, or about three pounds twelve shillings, on
every head of wool so brought in; and he has therefore the reputation
of being a very moderate man. O'Donnel required twice as large a
bribe. Valdez would take nothing, and he is spoken of as the foolish
Governor. Even he, though he would take no bribe, was not allowed
to throw obstacles in the way of the slave-trade. That such a bribe
is usually demanded, and as a matter of course paid, is as well
known--ay, much better known, than any other of the island port
duties. The fact is so notorious to all men, that it is almost as
absurd to insist on it as it would be to urge that the income of the
Queen of England is paid from the taxes. It is known to every one,
and among others is known to the government of Spain. Under these
circumstances, who can feel sympathy with her, or wish that she
should retain her colony? Does she not daily show that she is unfit
to hold it?

There must be some stage in misgovernment which will justify the
interference of bystanding nations, in the name of humanity. That
rule in life which forbids a man to come between a husband and his
wife is a good rule. But nevertheless, who can stand by quiescent
and see a brute half murder the poor woman whom he should protect?

And in other ways, and through causes also, humanity would be
benefited by such a transfer. We in England are not very fond of
a republic. We would hardly exchange our throne for a president's
chair, or even dispense at present with our House of Peers or our
Bench of Bishops. But we can see that men thrive under the stars
and stripes; whereas they pine beneath the red and yellow flag of
Spain. This, it may be said, is attributable to the race of the men
rather than to the government. But the race will be improved by the
infusion of new blood. Let the world say what chance there is of such
improvement in the Spanish government.

The trade of the country is falling into the hands of
foreigners--into those principally of Americans from the States. The
Havana will soon become as much American as New Orleans. It requires
but little of the spirit of prophecy to foretell that the Spanish
rule will not be long obeyed by such people.

On the whole I cannot see how Englishmen can refrain from
sympathizing with the desire of the United States to become possessed
of this fertile island. As far as we ourselves are concerned, it
would be infinitely for our benefit. We can trade with the United
States when we can hardly do so with Spain. Moreover, if Jamaica,
and the smaller British islands can ever again hold up their heads
against Cuba as sugar-producing colonies, it will be when the
slave-trade has been abolished. Till such time it can never be.

And then where are our professions for the amelioration, and
especially for the Christianity of the human race? I have said what
is the religious education of the slaves in Cuba. I may also say that
in this island no place of Protestant worship exists, or is possible.
The Roman Catholic religion is alone allowed, and that is at its very
lowest point. "The old women of both sexes go to mass," a Spaniard
told me; "and the girls when their clothes are new."

But above all things it behoves us to rid ourselves of the jealousy
which I fear we too often feel towards American pretension. "Jonathan
is getting bumptious," we are apt to say; "he ought to have--" this
and that other punishment, according to the taste of the offended
Englishman.

Jonathan is becoming bumptious, no doubt. Young men of genius, when
they succeed in life at comparatively early years, are generally
afflicted more or less with this disease. But one is not inclined to
throw aside as useless, the intellect, energy, and genius of youth
because it is not accompanied by modesty, grace, and self-denial. Do
we not, in regard to all our friends, take the good that we find in
them, aware that in the very best there will be some deficiency to
forgive? That young barrister who is so bright, so energetic, so
useful, is perhaps _soi-disant_ more than a little. One cannot deny
it. But age will cure that. Have we a right to expect that he should
be perfect?

And are the Americans the first bumptious people on record? Has no
other nation assumed itself to be in advance of the world; to be the
apostle of progress, the fountain of liberty, the rock-spring of
manly work? If the Americans were not bumptious, how unlike would
they be to the parent that bore them!

The world is wide enough for us and for our offspring, and we may be
well content that we have it nearly all between us. Let them fulfil
their destiny in the West, while we do so in the East. It may be that
there also we may establish another child who in due time shall also
run alone, shall also boast somewhat loudly of its own doings. It is
a proud reflection that we alone, of all people, have such children;
a proud reflection, and a joyous one; though the weaning of the baby
will always be in some respects painful to the mother.

Nowhere have I met a kinder hospitality than I did at Cien Fuegos,
whether from Spaniards, Frenchmen, Americans, or Englishmen; for at
Cien Fuegos there are men of all these countries. But I must specify
my friend Mr. -----. Why should such a man be shut up for life at such
an outlandish place? Full of wit, singing an excellent song, telling
a story better, I think, than any other man to whom I have ever
listened, speaking four or five languages fluently, pleasant in
manner, hospitable in heart, a thorough good fellow at all points,
why should he bury himself at Cien Fuegos? "Auri sacra fames." It is
the presumable reason for all such burials. English reader, shouldst
thou find thyself at Cien Fuegos in thy travels, it will not take
thee long to discover my friend -----. He is there known to every
one. It will only concern thee to see that thou art worthy of his
acquaintance.

From Cien Fuegos I went to the Havana, the metropolis, as all the
world knows, of Cuba. Our route lay by steamer to Batavano, and
thence by railway. The communication round Cuba--that is from port to
port--is not ill arranged or ill conducted. The boats are American
built, and engineered by Englishmen or Americans. Breakfast and
dinner are given on board, and the cost is included in the sum paid
for the fare. The provisions are plentiful, and not bad, if oil can
be avoided. As everything is done to foster Spain, Spanish wine is
always used, and Spanish ware, and, above all things, Spanish oil.
Now Spain does not send her best oil to her colonies. I heard great
complaint made of the fares charged on board these boats. The fares
when compared with those charged in America doubtless are high; but
I do not know that any one has a right to expect that he shall travel
as cheaply in Cuba as in the States.

I had heard much of the extravagant charges made for all kinds of
accommodation in Cuba; at hotels, in the shops, for travelling, for
chance work, and the general wants of a stranger. I found these
statements to be much exaggerated. Railway travelling by the first
class is about 3-1/2_d._ a mile, which is about 1_d._ a mile more
than in England. At hotels the charge is two and a half or three
dollars a day. The former sum is the more general. This includes a
cup of coffee in the morning, a very serious meal at nine o'clock
together with fairly good Catalan wine, dinner at four with another
cup of coffee and more wine _ad libitum_, bed, and attendance.
Indeed, a man may go out of his hotel, without inconvenience, paying
nothing beyond the regular daily charge. Extras are dear. I, for
instance, having in my ignorance asked for a bottle of champagne,
paid for it seventeen shillings. A friend dining with one also,
or breakfasting, is an expensive affair. The two together cost
considerably more than one's own total daily payment. Thus, as one
pays at an hotel whether one's dinner be eaten or no, it becomes
almost an insane expense for friends at different hotels to invite
each other.

But let it not be supposed that I speak in praise of the hotels at
the Havana. Far be it from me to do so. I only say that they are not
dear. I found it impossible to command the luxury of a bedroom to
myself. It was not the custom of the country they told me. If I chose
to pay five dollars a day, just double the usual price, I could be
indulged as soon--as circumstances would admit of it; which was
intended to signify that they would be happy to charge me for the
second bed as soon as the time should come that they had no one else
on whom to levy the rate. And the dirt of that bedroom!

I had been unable to get into either of the hotels at the Havana
to which I had been recommended, every corner in each having been
appropriated. In my grief at the dirt of my abode, and at the too
near vicinity of my Spanish neighbour--the fellow-occupant of my
chamber was from Spain--I complained somewhat bitterly to an American
acquaintance, who had as I thought been more lucky in his inn.

"One companion!" said he; "why, I have three; one walks about all
night in a bed-gown, a second snores, and the other is dying!"

A friend of mine, an English officer, was at another house. He also
was one of four; and it so occurred that he lost thirty pounds out
of his sac de nuit. On the whole I may consider myself to have been
lucky.

Labour generally is dear, a workman getting a dollar or four
shillings and twopence, where in England a man might earn perhaps
half a crown. A porter therefore for whom sixpence might suffice in
England will require a shilling. A volante--I shall have a word to
say about volantes by-and-by--for any distance within the walls costs
eightpence. Outside the walls the price seems to be unconscionably
higher. Omnibuses which run over two miles charge some fraction
over sixpence for each journey. I find that a pair of boots cost me
twenty-five shillings. In London they would cost about the same.
Those procured in Cuba, however, were worth nothing, which certainly
makes a difference. Meat is eightpence the English pound. Bread is
somewhat dearer than in England, but not much.

House rent may be taken as being nearly four times as high as it is
in any decent but not fashionable part of London, and the wages of
house servants are twice as high as they are with us. The high prices
in the Havana are such therefore as to affect the resident rather
than the stranger. One article, however, is very costly; but as it
concerns a luxury not much in general use among the inhabitants this
is not surprising. If a man will have his linen washed he will be
made to pay for it.

There is nothing attractive about the town of Havana; nothing
whatever to my mind, if we except the harbour. The streets are
narrow, dirty, and foul. In this respect there is certainly much
difference between those within and without the wall. The latter are
wider, more airy, and less vile. But even in them there is nothing
to justify the praises with which the Havana is generally mentioned
in the West Indies. It excels in population, size, and no doubt
in wealth any other city there; but this does not imply a great
eulogium. The three principal public buildings are the Opera House,
the Cathedral, and the palace of the Captain-General. The former has
been nearly knocked down by an explosion of gas, and is now closed.
I believe it to be an admirable model for a second-rate house. The
cathedral is as devoid of beauty, both externally and internally, as
such an edifice can be made. To describe such a building would be an
absurd waste of time and patience. We all know what is a large Roman
Catholic church, built in the worst taste, and by a combination of
the lowest attributes of Gothic and Latin architecture. The palace,
having been built for a residence, does not appear so utterly vile,
though it is the child of some similar father. It occupies one
side of a public square or plaza, and from its position has a
moderately-imposing effect. Of pictures in the Havana there are none
of which mention should be made.

But the glory of the Havana is the Paseo--the glory so called. This
is the public drive and fashionable lounge of the town--the Hyde
Park, the Bois de Boulogne, the Cascine, the Corso, the Alameda. It
is for their hour on the Paseo that the ladies dress themselves, and
the gentlemen prepare their jewelry. It consists of a road running
outside a portion of the wall, of the extent perhaps of half a mile,
and ornamented with seats and avenues of trees, as are the boulevards
at Paris. If it is to be compared with any other resort of the kind
in the West Indies, it certainly must be owned there is nothing like
it; but a European on first seeing it cannot understand why it is
so eulogized. Indeed, it is probable that if he first goes thither
alone, as was the case with me, he will pass over it, seeking for
some other Paseo.

But then the glory of the Paseo consists in its volantes. As one
boasts that one has swum in a gondola, so will one boast of having
sat in a volante. It is the pride of Cuban girls to appear on the
Paseo in these carriages on the afternoons of holidays and Sundays;
and there is certainly enough of the picturesque about the vehicle
to make it worthy of some description. It is the most singular
of carriages, and its construction is such as to give a flat
contradiction to all an Englishman's preconceived notions respecting
the power of horses.

The volante is made to hold two sitters, though there is sometimes a
low middle seat which affords accommodation to a third lady. We will
commence the description from behind. There are two very huge wheels,
rough, strong, high, thick, and of considerable weight. The axles
generally are not capped, but the nave shines with coarse polished
metal. Supported on the axletree, and swinging forward from it on
springs, is the body of a cabriolet such as ordinary cabriolets used
to be, with the seat, however, somewhat lower, and with much more
room for the feet. The back of this is open, and generally a curtain
hangs down over the open space. A metal bar, which is polished so
as to look like silver, runs across the footboard and supports the
feet. The body, it must be understood, swings forward from these high
wheels, so that the whole of the weight, instead of being supported,
hangs from it. Then there are a pair of shafts, which, counting from
the back of the carriage to the front where they touch the horse at
the saddle, are about fourteen feet in length. They do not go beyond
the saddle, or the tug depending from the saddle in which they hang.
From this immense length it comes to pass that there is a wide
interval, exceeding six feet, between the carriage and the horse's
tail; and it follows also, from the construction of the machine, that
a large portion of the weight must rest on the horse's back.

In addition to this, the unfortunate horse has ordinarily to bear
the weight of a rider. For with a volante your servant rides, and
does not drive you. With the fashionable world on the Paseo a second
horse is used--what we should call an outrider--and the servant
sits on this. But as regards those which ply in the town, there is
but one horse. How animals can work beneath such a yoke was to me
unintelligible.

The great point in the volante of fashion is the servant's dress.
He is always a <DW64>, and generally a large <DW64>. He wears a huge
pair--not of boots, for they have no feet to them--of galligaskins I
may call them, made of thick stiff leather, but so as to fit the leg
exactly. The top of them comes some nine inches above the knee, so
that when one of these men is seen seated at his ease, the point of
his boot nearly touches his chin. They are fastened down the sides
with metal fastenings, and at the bottom there is a huge spur. The
usual dress of these men, over and above their boots, consists
of white breeches, red jackets ornamented with gold lace, and
broad-brimmed straw hats. Nothing can be more awkward, and nothing
more barbaric than the whole affair; but nevertheless there is about
it a barbaric splendour, which has its effect. The great length of
the equipage, and the distance of the horse from his work, is what
chiefly strikes an Englishman.

The carriage usually holds, when on the Paseo, two or three ladies.
Their great object evidently has been to expand their dresses, so
that they may group well together, and with a good result as regards
colour. It must be confessed that in this respect they are generally
successful. They wear no head-dress when in their carriages, and
indeed may generally be seen out of doors with their hair uncovered.
Though they are of Spanish descent, the mantilla is unknown here. Nor
could I trace much similarity to Spanish manner in other particulars.
The ladies do not walk like Spanish women--at least not like the
women of Andalusia, with whom one would presume them to have had
the nearest connection. The walk of the Andalusian women surpasses
that of any other, while the Cuban lady is not graceful in her gait.
Neither can they boast the brilliantly dangerous beauty of Seville.
In Cuba they have good eyes, but rarely good faces. The forehead and
the chin too generally recede, leaving the nose with a prominence
that is not agreeable. But as my gallantry has not prevented me from
speaking in this uncourteous manner of their appearance, my honesty
bids me add, that what they lack in beauty they make up in morals,
as compared with their cousins in Europe. For travelling _en garcon_
I should probably prefer the south of Spain. But were I doomed to
look for domesticity in either clime--and God forbid that such a
doom should be mine!--I might perhaps prefer a Cuban mother for my
children.

But the volante is held as very precious by the Cuban ladies. The
volante itself I mean--the actual vehicle. It is not intrusted, as
coaches are with us, to the dusty mercies of a coach-house. It is
ordinarily kept in the hall, and you pass it by as you enter the
house; but it is by no means uncommon to see it in the dining-room.
As the rooms are large and usually not full of furniture, it does
not look amiss there.

The amusements of the Cubans are not very varied, and are innocent in
their nature; for the gambling as carried on there I regard rather
as a business than an amusement They greatly love dancing, and have
dances of their own and music of their own, which are peculiar, and
difficult to a stranger. Their tunes are striking, and very pretty.
They are fond of music generally, and maintain a fairly good opera
company at the Havana. In the plaza there--the square, namely, in
front of the Captain-General's house--a military band plays from
eight to nine every evening. The place is then thronged with people,
but by far the majority of them are men.

It is the custom at all the towns in Cuba for the family, when at
home, to pass their evening seated near the large low open window of
their drawing-rooms; and as these windows almost always look into
the streets, the whole internal arrangement is seen by every one who
passes. These windows are always protected by iron bars, as though
they were the windows of a prison; in other respects they are
completely open.

Four chairs are to be seen ranged in a row, and four more opposite
to them, running from the window into the room, and placed close
together. Between these is generally laid a small piece of carpet.
The majority of these chairs are made to rock; for the Creole
lady always rocks herself. I have watched them going through the
accustomed motion with their bodies, even when seated on chairs with
stern immovable legs. This is the usual evening living-place of the
family; and I never yet saw an occupant of one of these chairs with a
book in her hand, or in his. I asked an Englishman, a resident in the
Havana, whether he had ever done so. "A book!" he answered; "why, the
girls can't read, in your sense of the word reading."

The young men, and many of those who are no longer young, spend their
evenings, and apparently a large portion of their days, in eating
ices and playing billiards. The accommodation in the Havana for these
amusements is on a very large scale.

The harbour at the Havana is an interesting sight. It is in the first
place very picturesque, which to the ordinary visitor is the most
important feature. But it is also commodious, large, and safe. It
is approached between two forts. That to the westward, which is
the principal defence, is called the Morro. Here also stands the
lighthouse. No Englishman omits to hear, as he enters the harbour,
that these forts were taken by the English in Albemarle's time. Now,
it seems to me, they might very easily be taken by any one who chose
to spend on them the necessary amount of gunpowder. But then I know
nothing about forts.

This special one of the Morro I did take; not by gunpowder, but by
stratagem. I was informed that no one was allowed to see it since
the open defiance of the island contained in the last message of the
United States' President. But I was also informed--whisperingly, in
the ear -- that a request to see the lighthouse would be granted, and
that as I was not an American the fort should follow. It resulted
in a little black boy taking me over the whole edifice--an impudent
little black boy, who filled his pockets with stones and pelted the
sentries. The view of the harbour from the lighthouse is very good,
quite worth the trouble of the visit. The fort itself I did not
understand, but a young English officer, who was with me, pooh-poohed
it as a thing of nothing. But then young English officers pooh-pooh
everything. Here again I must add that nothing can exceed the
courtesy of all Spanish officials. If they could only possess honesty
and energy as well as courtesy!

By far the most interesting spot in the Havana is the Quay, to which
the vessels are fastened end-ways, the bow usually lying against the
Quay. In other places the side of the vessel is, I believe, brought
to the wharf. Here there are signs of true life. One cannot but think
how those quays would be extended, and that life increased, if the
place were in the hands of other people.

I have said that I regarded gambling in Cuba, not as an amusement,
but an occupation. The public lotteries offer the daily means to
every one for gratifying this passion. They are maintained by the
government, and afford a profit, I am told, of something over a
million dollars per annum. In all public places tickets are hawked
about. One may buy a whole ticket, half, a quarter, an eighth, or
a sixteenth. It is done without any disguise or shame, and the
institution seemed, I must say, to be as popular with the Europeans
living there as with the natives. In the eyes of an Englishman new
from Great Britain, with his prejudices still thick upon him, this
great national feature loses some of its nobility and grandeur.

This, together with the bribery, which is so universal, shows what is
the spirit of the country. For a government supported by the profits
of a gambling-hell, and for a Governor enriched by bribes on slaves
illegally imported, what Englishman can feel sympathy? I would fain
hope that there is no such sympathy felt in England.

I have been answered, when expressing indignation at the system, by
a request that I would first look at home; and have been so answered
by Englishmen. "How can you blame the Captain-General," they have
said, "when the same thing is done by the French and English consuls
through the islands?" That the French and English consuls do take
bribes to wink at the importation of slaves, I cannot and do not
believe. But Caesar's wife should not even be suspected.

I found it difficult to learn what is exactly the present population
of Cuba. I believe it to be about 1,300,000, and of this number
about 600,000 are slaves. There are many Chinese now in the island,
employed as household servants, or on railways, or about the
sugar-works. Many are also kept at work on the cane-pieces, though
it seems that for this labour they have hardly sufficient strength.
These unfortunate deluded creatures receive, I fear, very little
better treatment than the slaves.

My best wish for the island is that it may speedily be reckoned among
the annexations of the United States.




CHAPTER XI.

THE PASSAGE OF THE WINDWARD ISLANDS.


In the good old days, when men called things by their proper names,
those islands which run down in a string from north to south, from
the Virgin Islands to the mouth of the Orinoco River, were called the
Windward Islands--the Windward or Caribbean Islands. They were also
called the Lesser Antilles. The Leeward Islands were, and properly
speaking are, another cluster lying across the coast of Venezuela, of
which Curacoa is the chief. Oruba and Margarita also belong to this
lot, among which, England, I believe, never owned any.*

   [*The greater Antilles are Cuba, Jamaica, Hayti, and Porto Rico,
   though I am not quite sure whether Porto Rico does not more
   properly belong to the Virgin Islands. The scattered assemblage
   to the north of the greater Antilles are the Bahamas, at one of
   the least considerable of which, San Salvador, Columbus first
   landed. Those now named, I believe, comprise all the West India
   Islands.]

But now-a-days we Britishers are not content to let the Dutch and
others keep a separate name for themselves; we have, therefore,
divided the Lesser Antilles, of which the greater number belong
to ourselves, and call the northern portion of these the Leeward
Islands. Among them Antigua is the chief, and is the residence of
a governor supreme in this division.

After leaving St. Thomas the first island seen of any note is St.
Christopher, commonly known as St. Kitts, and Nevis is close to it.
Both these colonies are prospering fairly. Sugar is exported, now I
am told in increasing, though still not in great quantities, and the
appearance of the cultivation is good. Looking up the side of the
hills one sees the sugar-canes apparently in cleanly order, and
they have an air of substantial comfort. Of course the times are
not so bright as in the fine old days previous to emancipation;
but nevertheless matters have been on the mend, and people are
again beginning to get along. On the journey from Nevis to Antigua,
Montserrat is sighted, and a singular island-rock called the Redonda
is seen very plainly. Montserrat, I am told, is not prospering so
well as St. Kitts or Nevis.

These islands are not so beautiful, not so greenly beautiful, as are
those further south to which we shall soon come. The mountains of
Nevis are certainly fine as they are seen from the sea, but they are
not, or do not seem to be covered with that delicious tropical growth
which is so lovely in Jamaica and Trinidad, and, indeed, in many of
the smaller islands.

Antigua is the next, going southward. This was, and perhaps is, an
island of some importance. It is said to have been the first of the
West Indian colonies which itself advocated the abolition of slavery,
and to have been the only one which adopted complete emancipation
at once, without any intermediate system of apprenticeship. Antigua
has its own bishop, whose diocese includes also such of the Virgin
Islands as belong to us, and the adjacent islands of St. Kitts,
Nevis, and Montserrat.

Neither is Antigua remarkable for its beauty. It is approached,
however, by an excellent and picturesque harbour, called English
Harbour, which in former days was much used by the British navy;
indeed, I believe it was at one time the head-quarters of a naval
station. Premising, in the first place, that I know very little about
harbours, I would say that nothing could be more secure than that.
Whether or no it may be easy for sailing vessels to get in and out
with certain winds, that, indeed, may be doubtful.

St. John's, the capital of Antigua, is twelve miles from English
Harbour. I was in the island only three or four hours, and did not
visit it. I am told that it is a good town--or city, I should rather
say, now that it has its own bishop.

In all these islands they have Queen, Lords, and Commons in one shape
or another. It may, however, be hoped, and I believe trusted, that,
for the benefit of the communities, matters chiefly rest in the
hands of the first of the three powers. The other members of the
legislature, if they have in them anything of wisdom to say, have
doubtless an opportunity of saying it--perhaps also an opportunity
when they have nothing of wisdom. Let us trust, however, that such
opportunities are limited.

After leaving Antigua we come to the French island of Guadaloupe,
and then passing Dominica, of which I will say a word just now, to
Martinique, which is also French. And here we are among the rich
green wild beauties of these thrice beautiful Caribbean islands. The
mountain grouping of both these islands is very fine, and the hills
are covered up to their summits with growth of the greenest. At both
these islands one is struck with the great superiority of the French
West Indian towns to those which belong to us. That in Guadaloupe
is called Basseterre, and the capital of Martinique is St. Pierre.
These towns offer remarkable contrasts to Roseau and Port Castries,
the chief towns in the adjacent English islands of Dominica and St.
Lucia. At the French ports one is landed at excellently contrived
little piers, with proper apparatus for lighting, and well-kept
steps. The quays are shaded by trees, the streets are neat and in
good order, and the shops show that ordinary trade is thriving. There
are water conduits with clear streams through the towns, and every
thing is ship-shape. I must tell a very different tale when I come to
speak of Dominica and St. Lucia.

The reason for this is, I think, well given in a useful guide to
the West Indies, published some years since, under the direction
of the Royal Mail Steam-Packet Company. Speaking of St. Pierre, in
Martinique, the author says: "The streets are neat, regular, and
cleanly. The houses are high, and have more the air of European
houses than those of the English colonies. Some of the streets have
an avenue of trees, which overshadow the footpath, and on either
side are deep gutters, down which the water flows. There are five
booksellers houses, and the fashions are well displayed in other
shops. The French colonists, whether Creoles* or French, consider
the West Indies as their country. They cast no wistful looks towards
France. They marry, educate, and build in and for the West Indies,
and for the West Indies alone. In our colonies it is different. They
are considered more as temporary lodging-places, to be deserted as
soon as the occupiers have made money enough by molasses and sugar to
return _home_."

   [*It should be understood that a Creole is a person born in the
   West Indies, of a race not indigenous to the islands. There may
   be white Creoles,  Creoles, or black Creoles. People
   talk of Creole horses and Creole poultry; those namely which
   have not been themselves imported, but which have been bred
   from imported stock. The meaning of the word Creole is, I think,
   sometimes misunderstood.]

All this is quite true. There is something very cheering to an
English heart in that sound, and reference to the word home--in
that great disinclination to the idea of life-long banishment.
But nevertheless, the effect as shown in these islands is not
satisfactory to the _amour propre_ of an Englishman. And it is not
only in the outward appearance of things that the French islands
excel those belonging to England which I have specially named.
Dominica and St. Lucia export annually about 6,000 hogsheads of
sugar each. Martinique exports about 60,000 hogsheads. Martinique
is certainly rather larger than either of the other two, but size
has little or nothing to do with it. It is anything rather than want
of fitting soil which makes the produce of sugar so inconsiderable
in Dominica and St. Lucia.

These French islands were first discovered by the Spaniards; but
since that time they, as well as the two English islands above named,
have passed backwards and forwards between the English and French,
till it was settled in 1814 that Martinique and Guadaloupe should
belong to France, and Dominica and St. Lucia, with some others, to
England. It certainly seems that France knew how to take care of
herself in the arrangement.

There is another little island belonging to France, at the back of
Guadaloupe to the westward, called Marie-Galante; but I believe it is
but of little value.

To my mind, Dominica, as seen from the sea, is by far the most
picturesque of all these islands. Indeed, it would be difficult to
beat it either in colour or grouping. It fills one with an ardent
desire to be off and rambling among those green mountains--as if
one could ramble through such wild, bush country, or ramble at all
with the thermometer at 85. But when one has only to think of such
things without any idea of doing them, neither the bushes nor the
thermometer are considered.

One is landed at Dominica on a beach. If the water be quiet, one gets
out dryshod by means of a strong jump; if the surf be high, one wades
through it; if it be very high, one is of course upset. The same
things happen at Jacmel, in Hayti; but then Englishmen look on the
Haytians as an uncivilized, barbarous race. Seeing that Dominica lies
just between Martinique and Guadaloupe, the difference between the
English beach and surf and the French piers is the more remarkable.

And then, the perils of the surf being passed, one walks into the
town of Roseau. It is impossible to conceive a more distressing
sight. Every house is in a state of decadence. There are no shops
that can properly be so called; the people wander about chattering,
idle and listless; the streets are covered with thick, rank grass;
there is no sign either of money made or of money making. Everything
seems to speak of desolation, apathy, and ruin. There is nothing,
even in Jamaica, so sad to look at as the town of Roseau.

The greater part of the population are French in manner, religion,
and language, and one would be so glad to attribute to that fact this
wretched look of apathetic poverty--if it were only possible. But we
cannot do that after visiting Martinique and Guadaloupe. It might be
said that a French people will not thrive under British rule. But
if so, what of Trinidad? This look of misery has been attributed
to a great fire which occurred some eighty years since; but when
due industry has been at work great fires have usually produced
improved towns. Now eighty years have afforded ample time for such
improvement if it were forthcoming. Alas! it would seem that it is
not forthcoming.

It must, however, be stated in fairness that Dominica produces more
coffee than sugar, and that the coffee estates have latterly been
the most thriving. Singularly enough, her best customer has been the
neighbouring French island of Martinique, in which some disease has
latterly attacked the coffee plants.

We then reach St. Lucia, which is also very lovely as seen from the
sea. This, too, is an island French in its language, manners, and
religion; perhaps more entirely so than any other of the islands
belonging to ourselves. The laws even are still French, and the
people are, I believe, blessed (?) with no Lords and Commons. If
I understand the matter rightly, St. Lucia is held as a colony or
possession conquered from the French, and is governed, therefore, by
a quasi-military governor, with the aid of a council. It is, however,
in some measure dependent on the Governor of Barbados, who is again
one of your supreme governors. There has, I believe, been some recent
change which I do not pretend to understand. If these changes be
not completed, and if it would not be presumptuous in me to offer a
word of advice, I would say that in the present state of the island,
with a <DW64>-Gallic population who do little or nothing, it might be
as well to have as much as possible of the Queen, and as little as
possible of the Lords and Commons.

To the outward physical eye, St. Lucia is not so triste as Dominica.
There is good landing there, and the little town of Castries, though
anything but prosperous in itself, is prosperous in appearance as
compared with Roseau.

St. Lucia is peculiarly celebrated for its snakes. One cannot walk
ten yards off the road--so one is told--without being bitten. And if
one be bitten, death is certain--except by the interposition of a
single individual of the island, who will cure the sufferer--for a
consideration. Such, at least, is the report made on this matter. The
first question one should ask on going there is as to the whereabouts
and usual terms of that worthy and useful practitioner. There is, I
believe, a great deal that is remarkable to attract the visitor among
the mountains and valleys of St. Lucia.

And then in the usual course, running down the island, one goes to
that British advanced post, Barbados--Barbados, that lies out to
windward, guarding the other islands as it were! Barbados, that is
and ever was entirely British! Barbados, that makes money, and is in
all respects so respectable a little island! King George need not
have feared at all; nor yet need Queen Victoria. If anything goes
wrong in England--Napoleon coming there, not to kiss Her Majesty
this time, but to make himself less agreeable--let Her Majesty
come to Barbados, and she will be safe! I have said that Jamaica
never boasts, and have on that account complained of her. Let
such complaint be far from me when I speak of Barbados. But shall
I not write a distinct chapter as to this most respectable little
island--an island that pays its way?

St. Vincent is the next in our course, and this, too, is green and
pretty, and tempting to look at. Here also the French have been in
possession but comparatively for a short time. In settling this
island, the chief difficulty the English had was with the old native
Indians, who more than once endeavoured to turn out their British
masters. The contest ended in their being effectually turned out by
those British masters, who expelled them all bodily to the island
of Ruatan, in the Bay of Honduras; where their descendants are now
giving the Anglo-American diplomatists so much trouble in deciding
whose subjects they truly are. May we not say that, having got rid of
them out of St. Vincent, we can afford to get rid of them altogether?

Kingston is the capital here. It looks much better than either Roseau
or Castries, though by no means equal to Basseterre or St. Pierre.

This island is said to be healthy, having in this respect a much
better reputation than its neighbour St. Lucia, and as far as I could
learn it is progressing--progressing slowly, but progressing--in
spite even of the burden of Queens, Lords, and Commons. The Lords and
Commons are no doubt considerably modified by official influence.

And then the traveller runs down the Grenadines, a petty cluster of
islands lying between St. Vincent and Grenada, of which Becquia and
Cariacou are the chief. They have no direct connection with the mail
steamers, but are, I believe, under the Governor of Barbados. They
are very pretty, though not, as a rule, very productive. Of one of
them I was told that the population were all females. What a Paradise
of Houris, if it were but possible to find a good Mahommedan in these
degenerate days!

Grenada will be the last upon the list; for I did not visit or even
see Tobago, and of Trinidad I have ventured to write a separate
chapter, in spite of the shortness of my visit. Grenada is also very
lovely, and is, I think, the head-quarters of the world for fruit.
The finest mangoes I ever ate I found there; and I think the finest
oranges and pine apples.

The town of St. Georges, the capital, must at one time have been
a place of considerable importance, and even now it has a very
different appearance from those that I have just mentioned. It is
more like a goodly English town than any other that I saw in any of
the smaller British islands. It is well built, though built up and
down steep hills, and contains large and comfortable houses. The
market-place also looks like a market-place, and there are shops in
it, in which trade is apparently carried on and money made.

Indeed, Grenada was once a prince among these smaller islands,
having other islands under it, with a Governor supreme, instead of
tributary. It was fertile also, and productive--in every way of
importance.

But now here, as in so many other spots among the West Indies, we are
driven to exclaim, Ichabod! The glory of our Grenada has departed,
as has the glory of its great namesake in the old world. The houses,
though so goodly, are but as so many Alhambras, whose tenants now are
by no means great in the world's esteem.

All the hotels in the West Indies are, as I have said, or shall say
in some other place, kept by ladies of colour; in the most part
by ladies who are no longer very young. They are generally called
familiarly by their double name. Betsy Austen, for instance; and
Caroline Lee. I went to the house of some such lady in St. Georges,
and she told me a woful tale of her miseries. She was Kitty
something, I think--soon, apparently, to become Kitty of another
world. "An hotel," she said. "No; she kept no hotel now-a-days--what
use was there for an hotel in St. Georges? She kept a lodging-house;
though, for the matter of that, no lodgers ever came nigh her. That
little granddaughter of hers sometimes sold a bottle of ginger beer;
that was all." It must be hard for living eyes to see one's trade die
off in that way.

There is a feminine accomplishment so much in vogue among the ladies
of the West Indies, one practised there with a success so specially
brilliant, as to make it deserving of special notice. This art is one
not wholly confined to ladies, although, as in the case with music,
dancing, and cookery, it is to be looked for chiefly among the female
sex. Men, indeed, do practise it in England, the West Indies, and
elsewhere; and as Thalberg and Soyer are greatest among pianists and
cooks, so perhaps are the greatest adepts in this art to be found
among the male practitioners;--elsewhere, that is, than in the West
Indies. There are to be found ladies never equalled in this art by
any effort of manhood. I speak of the science of flirting.

And be it understood that here among these happy islands no idea of
impropriety--perhaps remembering some of our starched people at home,
I should say criminality--is attached to the pursuit. Young ladies
flirt, as they dance and play, or eat and drink, quite as a matter
of course. There is no undutiful, unfilial idea of waiting till
mamma's back be turned; no uncomfortable fear of papa; no longing
for secluded corners, so that the world should not see. The doing
of anything that one is ashamed of is bad. But as regards flirting,
there is no such doing in the West Indies. Girls flirt not only with
the utmost skill, but with the utmost innocence also. Fanny Grey,
with her twelve admirers, required no retired corners, no place apart
from father, mother, brothers, or sisters. She would perform with all
the world around her as some other girl would sing, conscious that in
singing she would neither disgrace herself nor her masters.

It may be said that the practice of this accomplishment will often
interfere with the course of true love. Perhaps so, but I doubt
whether it does not as often assist it. It seemed to me that young
ladies do not hang on hand in the West Indies. Marriages are made
up there with apparently great satisfaction on both sides; and then
the flirting is laid aside--put by, at any rate, till the days of
widowhood, should such evil days come. The flirting is as innocent
as it is open, and is confined to ladies without husbands.

It is confined to ladies without husbands, but the victims are not
bachelors alone. No position, or age, or state of health secures
a man from being drawn, now into one and now into another Circean
circle, in which he is whirled about, sometimes in a most ridiculous
manner, jostled amongst a dozen neighbours, left without power to get
out or to plunge further in, pulled back by a skirt at any attempt to
escape, repulsed in the front at every struggle made to fight his way
through.

Rolling about in these Charybdis pools are, perhaps, oftenest to be
seen certain wearers of red coats; wretches girt with tight sashes,
and with gilding on their legs and backs. To and fro they go, bumping
against each other without serious injury, but apparently in great
discomfort. And then there are black-coated strugglers, with white
neck-ties, very valiant in their first efforts, but often to be seen
in deep grief, with heads thoroughly submersed. And you may see
gray-haired sufferers with short necks, making little useless puffs,
puffs which would be so impotent were not Circe merciful to those
short-necked gray-haired sufferers.

If there were, as perhaps there should be, a college in the West
Indies, with fellowships and professorships,--established with the
view of rewarding proficiency in this science--Fanny Grey should
certainly be elected warden, or principal, or provost of that
college. Her wondrous skill deserves more than mere praise, more
than such slight glory as my ephemeral pages can give her. Pretty,
laughing, brilliant, clever Fanny Grey! Whose cheeks ever were so
pink, whose teeth so white, whose eyes so bright, whose curling locks
so raven black! And then who ever smiled as she smiled? or frowned as
she can frown? Sharply go those brows together, and down beneath the
gurgling pool sinks the head of the red-coated wretch, while with
momentary joy up pops the head of another, who is received with a
momentary smile.

Yes; oh my reader! it is too true, I also have been in that pool,
making, indeed, no wilful struggles, attempting no Leander feat of
swimming, sucked in as my steps unconsciously strayed too near the
dangerous margin; sucked in and then buffeted about, not altogether
unmercifully when my inaptitude for such struggling was discovered.
Yes; I have found myself choking in those Charybdis waters, have
glanced into the Circe cave. I have been seen in my insane struggles.
But what shame of that? All around me, from the old patriarch dean of
the island to the last subaltern fresh from Chatham, were there as
well as I.




CHAPTER XII.

BRITISH GUIANA.


When I settle out of England, and take to the colonies for good
and all, British Guiana shall be the land of my adoption. If I
call it Demerara perhaps I shall be better understood. At home
there are prejudices against it I know. They say that it is a low,
swampy, muddy strip of alluvial soil, infested with rattlesnakes,
gallinippers, and musquitoes as big as turkey-cocks; that yellow
fever rages there perennially; that the heat is unendurable; that
society there is as stagnant as its waters; that men always die as
soon as they reach it; and when they live are such wretched creatures
that life is a misfortune. Calumny reports it to have been ruined
by the abolition of slavery; milk of human kindness would forbid
the further exportation of Europeans to this white man's grave; and
philanthropy, for the good of mankind, would wish to have it drowned
beneath its own rivers. There never was a land so ill spoken of--and
never one that deserved it so little. All the above calumnies I
contradict; and as I lived there for a fortnight--would it could have
been a month!--I expect to be believed.

If there were but a snug secretaryship vacant there--and these
things in Demerara are very snug--how I would invoke the goddess of
patronage; how I would nibble round the officials of the Colonial
Office; how I would stir up my friends' friends to write little notes
to their friends! For Demerara is the Elysium of the tropics--the
West Indian happy valley of Rasselas--the one true and actual Utopia
of the Caribbean Seas--the Transatlantic Eden.

The men in Demerara are never angry, and the women are never cross.
Life flows along on a perpetual stream of love, smiles, champagne,
and small-talk. Everybody has enough of everything. The only persons
who do not thrive are the doctors; and for them, as the country
affords them so little to do, the local government no doubt provides
liberal pensions.

The form of government is a mild despotism, tempered by sugar. The
Governor is the father of his people, and the Governor's wife the
mother. The colony forms itself into a large family, which gathers
itself together peaceably under parental wings. They have no noisy
sessions of Parliament as in Jamaica, no money squabbles as in
Barbados. A clean bill of health, a surplus in the colonial treasury,
a rich soil, a thriving trade, and a happy people--these are the
blessings which attend the fortunate man who has cast his lot on
this prosperous shore. Such is Demerara as it is made to appear to
a stranger.

That custom which prevails there, of sending to all new comers a
deputation with invitations to dinner for the period of his sojourn,
is an excellent institution. It saves a deal of trouble in letters
of introduction, economizes one's time, and puts one at once on the
most-favoured-nation footing. Some may fancy that they could do
better as to the bestowal of their evenings by individual diplomacy;
but the matter is so well arranged in Demerara that such people would
certainly find themselves in the wrong.

If there be a deficiency in Georgetown--it is hardly necessary to
explain that Georgetown is the capital of the province of Demerara,
and that Demerara is the centre province in the colony of British
Guiana; or that there are three provinces, Berbice, Demerara, and
Essequibo, so called from the names of the three great rivers of the
country--But if there be a deficiency in Georgetown, it is in respect
to cabs. The town is extensive, as will by-and-by be explained; and
though I would not so far militate against the feelings of the people
as to say that the weather is ever hot--I should be ungrateful as
well as incredulous were I to do so--nevertheless, about noonday
one's inclination for walking becomes subdued. Cabs would certainly
be an addition to the luxuries of the place. But even these are not
so essential as might at the first sight appear, for an invitation
to dinner always includes an offer of the host's carriage. Without
a carriage no one dreams of dragging on existence in British Guiana.
In England one would as soon think of living in a house without a
fireplace, or sleeping in a bed without a blanket.

For those who wander abroad in quest of mountain scenery it must
be admitted that this colony has not much attraction. The country
certainly is flat. By this I mean to intimate, that go where you
will, travel thereabouts as far as you may, the eye meets no rising
ground. Everything stands on the same level. But then, what is the
use of mountains? You can grow no sugar on them, even with ever so
many Coolies. They are big, brown, valueless things, cumbering the
face of the creation; very well for autumn idlers when they get to
Switzerland, but utterly useless in a colony which has to count its
prosperity by the number of its hogsheads. Jamaica has mountains,
and look at Jamaica!

Yes; Demerara is flat; and Berbice is flat; and so is Essequibo.
The whole of this land is formed by the mud which has been brought
down by these great rivers and by others. The Corentyne is the most
easterly, separating our colony from Dutch Guiana, or Surinam. Then
comes the Berbice. The next, counting only the larger rivers, is the
Demerara. Then, more to the west, the Essequibo, and running into
that the Mazarony and the Cuyuni; and then, north-west along the
coast, the Pomeroon; and lastly of our own rivers, the Guiana, though
I doubt whether for absolute purposes of colonization we have ever
gone so far as this. And beyond that are rolled in slow but turbid
volume the huge waters of the Orinoco. On its shores we make no
claim. Though the delta of the Orinoco is still called Guiana, it
belongs to the republic of Venezuela.

These are our boundaries along the South American shore, which
hereabouts, as all men know, looks northward, with an easterly slant
towards the Atlantic. Between us and our Dutch friends on the right
hand the limits are clear enough. On the left hand, matters are not
quite so clear with the Venezuelians. But to the rear! To the rear
there is an eternity of sugar capability in mud running back to
unknown mountains, the wildernesses of Brazil, the river <DW64>, and
the tributaries of the Amazon--an eternity of sugar capability, to
which England's colony can lay claim if only she could manage so
much as the surveying of it. "Sugar!" said an enterprising Demerara
planter to me. "Are you talking of sugar? Give me my heart's desire
in Coolies, and I will make you a million of hogsheads of sugar
without stirring from the colony!" Now, the world's supply, some
twelve years ago, was about a million hogsheads. It has since
increased maybe by a tenth. What a land, then, is this of British
Guiana, flowing with milk and honey--with sugar and rum! A million
hogsheads can be made there, if we only had the Coolies. I state
this on the credit of my excellent enterprising friend. But then the
Coolies!

Guiana is an enormous extent of flat mud, the alluvial deposit of
those mighty rivers which for so many years have been scraping
together earth in those wild unknown upland countries, and bringing
it down conveniently to the sea-board, so that the world might have
sugar to its tea. I really think my friend was right. There is no
limit to the fertility and extent of this region. The only limit is
in labour. The present culture only skirts the sea-board and the
riversides. You will hardly find an estate--I do not think that you
can find one--that has not a water frontage. This land formerly
belonged to the Dutch, and by them was divided out into portions
which on a map have about them a Euclidical appearance. Let A B C D
be a right-angled parallelogram, of which the sides A B and C D are
three times the length of the other sides A C and B D. 'Tis thus
you would describe a Demerara property, and the Q. E. D. would have
reference to the relative quantities of sugar, molasses, and rum
producible therefrom.

But these strips of land, though they are thus marked out on the maps
with four exact lines, are presumed to run back to any extent that
the owner may choose to occupy. He starts from the water, and is
bounded on each side; but backwards! Backwards he may cultivate
canes up to the very Andes, if only he could get Coolies. Oh, ye
soft-hearted, philanthropic gentry of the Anti-Slavery Society, only
think of that; a million hogsheads of sugar--and you like cheap sugar
yourselves--if you will only be quiet, or talk on subjects that you
understand!

The whole of this extent of mud, beyond the present very limited
sugar-growing limits, is covered by timber. One is apt to think of an
American forest as being as magnificent in its individual trees as it
is huge in its extent of surface. But I doubt much whether this is
generally the case. There are forest giants no doubt; but indigenous
primeval wood is, I take it, for the most part a disagreeable,
scrubby, bushy, sloppy, unequal, inconvenient sort of affair, to walk
through which a man should be either an alligator or a monkey, and
to make much way he should have a touch of both. There be no forest
glades there in which uncivilized Indian lovers walk at ease, with
their arms round each other's naked waists; no soft grass beneath
the well-trimmed trunk on which to lie and meditate poetical. But
musquitoes abound there; and grass flies, which locate themselves
beneath the toe-nails; and marabunters, a villanous species of wasp;
and gallinippers, the grandfathers of musquitoes; and from thence up
to the xagua and the boa constrictor all nature is against a cool
comfortable ramble in the woods.

But I must say a word about Georgetown, and a word also about New
Amsterdam, before I describe the peculiarities of a sugar estate in
Guiana. A traveller's first thought is about his hotel; and I must
confess, much as I love Georgetown--and I do love Georgetown--that
I ought to have coupled the hotel with the cabs, and complained of a
joint deficiency. The Clarendon--the name at any rate is good--is a
poor affair; but poor as it is, it is the best.

It is a ricket, ruined, tumble-down, wooden house, into which at
first one absolutely dreads to enter, lest the steps should fail
and let one through into unutterable abysses below. All the houses
in Georgetown are made of wood, and therefore require a good deal
of repair and paint. And all the houses seem to receive this care
except the hotel. Ah, Mrs. Lenny, Mrs. Lenny! before long you and
your guests will fall prostrate, and be found buried beneath a pile
of dust and a colony of cockroaches!

And yet it goes against my heart to abuse the inn, for the people
were so very civil. I shall never forget that big black chambermaid;
how she used to curtsy to me when she came into my room in the
morning with a huge tub of water on her head! That such a weight
should be put on her poor black skull--a weight which I could not
lift--used to rend my heart with anguish. But that, so weighted,
she should think that manners demanded a curtsy! Poor, courteous,
overburdened maiden!

"Don't, Sally; don't. Don't curtsy," I would cry. "Yes, massa," she
would reply, and curtsy again, oh, so painfully! The tub of water was
of such vast proportions! It was big enough--big enough for me to
wash in!

This house, as I have said, was all in ruins, and among other ruined
things was my bedroom-door lock. The door could not be closed within,
except by the use of a bolt; and without the bolt would swing wide
open to the winds, exposing my arrangements to the public, and
disturbing the neighbourhood by its jarring. In spite of the
inconvenient difficulty of ingress I was forced to bolt it.

At six every morning came Sally with the tub, knocking gently at the
door--knocking gently at the door with that ponderous tub upon her
skull! What could a man do when so appealed to but rush quickly from
beneath his musquito curtains to her rescue? So it was always with
me. But having loosed the bolt, time did not suffice to enable me
to take my position again beneath the curtain. A jump into bed
I might have managed--but then, the musquito curtain! So, under
those circumstances, finding myself at the door in my deshabille,
I could only open it, and then stand sheltered behind it, as behind
a bulwark, while Sally deposited her burden.

But, no. She curtsied, first at the bed; and seeing that I was not
there, turned her head and tub slowly round the room, till she
perceived my whereabouts. Then gently, but firmly, drawing away the
door till I stood before her plainly discovered in my night-dress,
she curtsied again. She knew better than to enter a room without due
salutation to the guest--even with a tub of water on her head. Poor
Sally! Was I not dressed from my chin downwards, and was not that
enough for her? "Honi soit qui mal y pense."

After that, how can I say ought against the hotel? And when I
complained loudly of the holes in the curtain, the musquitoes having
driven me to very madness, did not they set to work, Sunday as it
was, and make me a new curtain? Certainly without avail--for they
so hung it that the musquitoes entered worse than ever. But the
intention was no less good.

And that waiter, David; was he not for good-nature the pink of
waiters? "David, this house will tumble down! I know it will--before
I leave it. The stairs shook terribly as I came up." "Oh no, massa,"
and David laughed benignly. "It no tumble down last week, and
derefore it no tumble down next." It did last my time, and therefore
I will say no more.

Georgetown to my eyes is a prepossessing city, flat as the country
round it is, and deficient as it is--as are all the West Indies--in
anything like architectural pretension. The streets are wide and
airy. The houses, all built of wood, stand separately, each a little
off the road; and though much has not been done in the way of their
gardens--for till the great coming influx of Coolies all labour is
engaged in making sugar--yet there is generally something green
attached to each of them. Down the centre of every street runs a
wide <DW18>. Of these <DW18>s I must say something further when I come
to speak again of the sugar doings; for their importance in these
provinces cannot well be overrated.

The houses themselves are generally without a hall. By that I mean
that you walk directly into some sitting-room. This, indeed, is
general through the West Indies; and now that I bethink me of the
fact, I may mention that a friend of mine in Jamaica has no door
whatsoever to his house. All ingress and egress is by the windows.
My bedroom had no door, only a window that opened. The sitting-rooms
in Georgetown open through to each other, so that the wind, let
it come which way it will, may blow through the whole house. For
though it is never absolutely hot in Guiana--as I have before
mentioned--nevertheless, a current of air is comfortable. One soon
learns to know the difference of windward and leeward when living in
British Guiana.

The houses are generally of three stories; but the two upper only are
used by the family. Outer steps lead up from the little front garden,
generally into a verandah, and in this verandah a great portion of
their life is led. It is cooler than the inner rooms. Not that I mean
to say that any rooms in Demerara are ever hot. We all know the fine
burst with which Scott opens a certain canto in one of his poems:--

   Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
   Who never to himself hath said,
     This is my own, my native land?
               *     *     *
   If such there breathe, go, mark him well.

At any rate, there breathes no such man in this pleasant colony.
A people so happily satisfied with their own position I never
saw elsewhere, except at Barbados. And how could they fail to be
satisfied, looking at their advantages? A million hogsheads of sugar
to be made when the Coolies come!

They do not, the most of them, appeal to the land as being that of
their nativity, but they love it no less as that of their adoption.
"Look at me," says one; "I have been thirty years without leaving it,
and have never had a headache." I look and see a remarkably hale man,
of forty I should say, but he says fifty. "That's nothing," says
another, who certainly may be somewhat stricken in years: "I have
been here five-and-fifty years, and was never ill but once, when I
was foolish enough to go to England. Ugh! I shall never forget it.
Why, sir, there was frost in October!" "Yes," I said, "and snow in
May sometimes. It is not all sunshine with us, whatever it may be
with you."

"Not that we have too much sunshine," interposed a lady. "You don't
think we have, do you?"

"Not in the least. Who could ask more, madam, than to bask in such
sunshine as yours from year's end to year's end?"

"And is commerce tolerably flourishing?" I asked of a gentleman in
trade.

"Flourishing, sir! If you want to make money, here's your ground.
Why, sir, here, in this wretched little street, there has been
more money turned in the last ten years than--than--than--" And he
rummaged among the half-crowns in his breeches-pocket for a simile,
as though not a few of the profits spoken of had found their way
thither.

"Do you ever find it dull here?" I asked of a lady--perhaps not with
very good taste--for we Englishmen have sometimes an idea that there
is perhaps a little sameness about life in a small colony.

"Dull! no. What should make us dull? We have a great deal more to
amuse us than most of you have at home." This perhaps might be true
of many of us. "We have dances, and dinner-parties, and private
theatricals. And then Mrs. ----!" Now Mrs. ---- was the Governor'
wife, and all eulogiums on society in Georgetown always ended with
a eulogium upon her.

I went over the hospital with the doctor there; for even in Demerara
they require a hospital for the <DW64>s. "And what is the prevailing
disease of the colony?" I asked him. "Dropsy with the black men," he
answered; "and brandy with the white."

"You don't think much of yellow fever?" I asked him.

"No; very little. It comes once in six or seven years; and like
influenza or cholera at home, it requires its victims. What is that
to consumption, whose visits with you are constant, who daily demands
its hecatombs? We don't like yellow fever, certainly; but yellow
fever is not half so bad a fellow as the brandy bottle."

Should this meet the eye of any reader in this colony who needs
medical advice, he may thus get it, of a very good quality, and
without fee. On the subject of brandy I say nothing myself, seeing
how wrong it is to kiss and tell.

Excepting as regards yellow fever, I do not imagine that Demerara is
peculiarly unhealthy. And as regards yellow fever, I am inclined to
think that his Satanic majesty has in this instance been painted too
black. There are many at home--in England--who believe that yellow
fever rages every year in some of these colonies, and that half the
white population of the towns is swept off by it every August. As far
as I can learn it is hardly more fatal at one time of the year than
at another. It returns at intervals, but by no means regularly or
annually. Sometimes it will hang on for sixteen or eighteen months at
a time, and then it will disappear for five or six years. Those seem
to be most subject to it who have been out in the West Indies for
a year or so: after that, persons are not so liable to it. Sailors,
and men whose work keeps them about the sea-board and wharves, seem
to be in the greatest danger. White soldiers also, when quartered
in unhealthy places, have suffered greatly. They who are thoroughly
acclimatized are seldom attacked; and there seems to be an idea that
the white Creoles are nearly safe. I believe that there are instances
in which <DW52> people and even <DW64>s have been attacked by
yellow fever. But such cases are very rare. Cholera is the <DW64>s'
scourge.

Nor do I think that this fever rages more furiously in Demerara than
among the islands. It has been very bad in its bad times at Kingston,
Jamaica, at Trinidad, at Barbados, among the shipping at St. Thomas,
and nowhere worse than at the Havana. The true secret of its fatality
I take to be this:--that the medical world has not yet settled what
is the proper mode of medical treatment. There are, I believe, still
two systems, each directly opposite to the other; but in the West
Indies they call them the French system and the English. In a few
years, no doubt, the matter will be better understood.

From Georgetown, Demerara, to New Amsterdam, Berbice, men travel
either by steamer along the coast, or by a mail phaeton. The former
goes once a week to Berbice and back, and the latter three times.
I went by the mail phaeton and returned by the steamer. And here,
considering the prosperity of the colony, the well-being and comfort
of all men and women in it, the go-ahead principles of the place,
and the coming million hogsheads of sugar--the millennium of a West
Indian colony--considering all these great existing characteristics
of Guiana, I must say that I think the Governor ought to look to the
mail phaeton. It was a woful affair, crumbling to pieces along the
road in the saddest manner; very heart-rending to the poor fellow who
had to drive it, and body-rending to some of the five passengers who
were tossed to and fro as every fresh fragment deserted the parent
vehicle with a jerk. And then, when we had to send the axle to be
mended, that staying in the road for two hours and a half among the
musquitoes! Ohe! ohe! Ugh! ugh!

It grieves me to mention this, seeing that rose colour was so clearly
the prevailing tint in all matters belonging to Guiana. And I would
have forgiven it had the phaeton simply broken down on the road. All
sublunar phaetons are subject to such accidents. Why else should they
have been named after him of the heavens who first suffered from such
mishaps? But this phaeton had broken down before it commenced its
journey. It started on a system of ropes, bandages, and patches which
were disgraceful to such a colony and such a Governor; and I should
intromit a clear duty, were I to allow it to escape the gibbet.

But we did reach New Amsterdam not more than five hours after time.
I have but very little to say of the road, except this: that there
is ample scope for sugar and ample room for Coolies.

Every now and then we came upon <DW64> villages. All villages in this
country must be <DW64> villages, one would say, except the few poor
remaining huts of the Indians, which are not encountered on the white
man's path. True; but by a <DW64> village I mean a site which is now
the freehold possession of <DW64>s, having been purchased by them
since the days of emancipation, with their own money, and for their
own purposes; so that they might be in all respects free; free to
live in idleness, or to do such work as an estated man may choose to
do for himself, his wife, his children, and his property.

There are many such villages in Guiana, and I was told that when the
arrangements for the purchases were made the dollars were subscribed
by the <DW64>s so quickly and in such quantities that they were taken
to the banks in wheelbarrows. At any rate, the result has been that
tracts of ground have been bought by these people and are now owned
by them in fee simple.

It is grievous to me to find myself driven to differ on such points
as these from men with whose views I have up to this period generally
agreed. But I feel myself bound to say that the freeholding <DW64>s
in Guiana do not appear to me to answer. In the first place it
seems that they have found great difficulty in dividing the land
among themselves. In all such combined actions some persons must be
selected as trustworthy; and those who have been so selected have not
been worthy of the trust. And then the combined action has ceased
with the purchase of the land, whereas, to have produced good it
should have gone much further. Combined draining would have been
essential; combined working has been all but necessary; combined
building should have been adopted. But the <DW64>s, the purchase once
made, would combine no further. They could not understand that unless
they worked together at draining, each man's own spot of ground would
be a swamp. Each would work a little for himself; but none would work
for the community. A <DW64> village therefore is not a picturesque
object.

They are very easily known. The cottages, or houses--for some of them
have aspired to strong, stable, two-storied slated houses--stand in
extreme disorder, one here and another there, just as individual
caprice may have placed them. There seems to have been no attempt
at streets or lines of buildings, and certainly not at regularity
in building. Then there are no roads, and hardly a path to each
habitation. As the ground is not drained, in wet weather the whole
place is half drowned. Most of the inhabitants will probably have
made some sort of <DW18> for the immediate preservation of their own
dwellings; but as those <DW18>s are not cut with any common purpose,
they become little more than overflowing ponds, among which the <DW64>
children crawl and scrape in the mud; and are either drowned, or
escape drowning, as Providence may direct. The spaces between the
buildings are covered with no verdure; they are mere mud patches, and
are cracked in dry weather, wet, slippery, and filthy in the rainy
seasons.

The plantation grounds of these people are outside the village, and
afford, I am told, cause for constant quarrelling. They do, however,
also afford means of support for the greater part of the year, so
that the <DW64>s can live, some without work and some by working one
or two days in the week.

It may perhaps be difficult to explain why a man should be expected
to work if he can live on his own property without working, and
enjoy such comforts as he desires. And it may be equally difficult
to explain why complaint should be made as to the wretchedness of
any men who do not themselves feel that their own state is wretched.
But, nevertheless, on seeing what there is here to be seen, it is
impossible to withstand the instinctive conviction that a village of
freeholding <DW64>s is a failure; and that the community has not been
served by the process, either as regards themselves or as regards the
country.

Late at night we did reach New Amsterdam, and crossed the broad
Berbice after dark in a little ferryboat which seemed to be
perilously near the water. At ten o'clock I found myself at the
hotel, and pronounce it to be, without hesitation, the best inn, not
only in that colony, but in any of these Western colonies belonging
to Great Britain. It is kept by a <DW64>, one Mr. Paris Brittain, of
whom I was informed that he was once a slave. "O, si sic omnes!" But
as regards my experience, he is merely the exception which proves the
rule. I am glad, however, to say a good word for the energies and
ambition of one of the race, and shall be glad if I can obtain for
Mr. Paris Brittain an innkeeper's immortality.

His deserts are so much the greater in that his scope for displaying
them is so very limited. No man can walk along the broad strand
street of New Amsterdam, and then up into its parallel street, so
back towards the starting-point, and down again to the sea, without
thinking of Knickerbocker and Rip van Winkle. The Dutchman who
built New Amsterdam and made it once a thriving town must be still
sleeping, as the New York Dutchman once slept, waiting the time when
an irruption from Paramaribo and Surinam shall again restore the
place to its old possessors.

At present life certainly stagnates at New Amsterdam. Three persons
in the street constitute a crowd, and five collected for any purpose
would form a goodly club. But the place is clean and orderly, and the
houses are good and in good repair. They stand, as do the houses in
Georgetown, separately, each surrounded by its own garden or yard,
and are built with reference to the wished-for breeze from the
windows.

The estates up the Berbice river, and the Canje creek which runs into
it, are, I believe, as productive as those on the coast, or on the
Demerara or Essequibo rivers, and are as well cultivated; but their
owners no longer ship their sugars from New Amsterdam. The bar across
the Berbice river is objectionable, and the trade of Georgetown has
absorbed the business of the colony. In olden times Berbice and
Demerara were blessed each with its own Governor, and the two towns
stood each on its own bottom as two capitals. But those halcyon
days--halcyon for Berbice--are gone; and Rip van Winkle, with all his
brethren, is asleep.

I should have said, in speaking of my journey from Demerara to
Berbice, that the first fifteen miles were performed by railway. The
colony would have fair ground of complaint against me were I to omit
to notice that it has so far progressed in civilization as to own a
railway. As far as I could learn, the shares do not at present stand
at a high premium. From Berbice I returned in a coasting steamer. It
was a sleepy, dull, hot journey, without subject of deep interest. I
can only remember of it that they gave us an excellent luncheon on
board, and luncheons at such times are very valuable in breaking the
tedium of the day.

And now a word as to the million hogsheads of sugar and as to the
necessary Coolies. Guiana has some reason to be proud, seeing that
at present it beats all the neighbouring British colonies in the
quantity of sugar produced. I believe that it also beats them all
as to the quantity of rum, though Jamaica still stands first as to
the quality. In round numbers the sugar exported from Guiana may be
stated at seventy thousand hogsheads.

Barbados exports about fifty thousand, Trinidad and Jamaica under
forty thousand. No other British West Indian colony gives fifteen
thousand; but Guadaloupe and Martinique, two French islands, produce,
one over fifty thousand and the other nearly seventy thousand
hogsheads. In order to make this measurement intelligible, I may
explain that a hogshead is generally said to contain a ton weight of
sugar, but that, when reaching the market, it very rarely does come
up to that weight. I do not give this information as statistically
correct, but as being sufficiently so to guide the ideas of a man
only ordinarily anxious to be acquainted in an ordinary manner
with what is going on in the West Indies. I would not, therefore,
recommend any Member of Parliament to quote the above figures in the
House.

Some twelve years ago the whole produce of sugar in the West Indies,
including Guiana and excluding the Spanish islands, was 275,000
hogsheads. The amount which I have above recapitulated, in which the
smaller islands have been altogether omitted, exceeds 310,000. It may
therefore be taken as a fact that, on the whole, the evil days have
come to their worst, and that the tables are turned. It must however
be admitted that the above figures tell more for French than for
English prosperity.

In these countries sugar and labour are almost synonymous; at any
rate, they are convertible substances. In none of the colonies named,
except Barbados, is the amount of sugar produced limited by any other
law than the amount of labour to be obtained, and in none of them,
with that one exception, can any prosperity be hoped for, excepting
by means of immigrating labour. What I mean to state is this: that
the extent of native work which can be obtained by the planters and
land-owners at terms which would enable them to grow their produce
and bring it to the market does not in any of these colonies suffice
for success. It can be worth no man's while to lay out his capital
in Jamaica, in Trinidad, or in Guiana, unless he has reasonable hope
that labouring men will be brought into those countries. The great
West Indian question is now this: Is there reasonable ground for such
hope?

The Anti-Slavery Society tells us that we ought to have no such
hope--that it is simply hoping for a return of slavery; that black or
 labourers brought from other lands to the West Indies cannot
be regarded as free men; that labourers so brought will surely be
ill-used; and that the native <DW64> labourer requires protection. As
to that question of the return to slavery I have already said what
few words I have to offer. In one sense, no dependent man working
for wages can be free. He must abide by the terms of his contract.
But in the usually accepted sense of the word freedom, the Coolie or
Chinaman immigrating to the West Indies is free.

As to the charge of ill usage, it appears to me that these men could
not be treated with more tenderness, unless they were put separately,
each under his own glass case, with a piece of velvet on which to
lie. In England we know of no such treatment for field labourers. On
their arrival in Demerara they are distributed among the planters by
the Governor, to each planter according to his application, his means
of providing for them, and his willingness and ability to pay the
cost of the immigration by yearly instalments. They are sent to no
estate till a government officer shall have reported that there are
houses for them to occupy. There must be a hospital for them on the
estate, and a regular doctor with a sufficient salary. The rate of
their wages is stipulated, and their hours of work. Though the
contract is for five years, they can leave the estate at the end of
the first three, transferring their services to any other master, and
at the end of the five years they are entitled to a free passage
home.

If there be no hardship in all this to the immigrating Coolie, it
may, perhaps, be thought that there is hardship to the planter who
receives him. He is placed very much at the mercy of the Governor,
who, having the power of giving or refusing Coolies, becomes
despotic. And then, when this stranger from Hindostan has been taught
something of his work, he can himself select another master, so that
one planter may bribe away the labourers of another. This, however,
is checked to a certain degree by a regulation which requires the
bribing interloper to pay a portion of the expense of immigration.

As to the native <DW64> requiring protection--protection, that is,
against competitive labour--the idea is too absurd to require any
argument to refute it. As it at present is, the competition having
been established, and being now in existence to a certain small
extent, these happy <DW64> gentlemen will not work on an average more
than three days a week, nor for above six hours a day. I saw a gang
of ten or twelve <DW64> girls in a cane-piece, lying idle on the
ground, waiting to commence their week's labour. It was Tuesday
morning. On the Monday they had of course not come near the field.
On the morning of my visit they were lying with their hoes beside
them, meditating whether or no they would measure out their work. The
planter was with me, and they instantly attacked him. "No, massa; we
no workey; money no nuff," said one. "Four bits no pay! no pay at
all!" said another. "Five bits, massa, and we gin morrow 'arly." It
is hardly necessary to say that the gentleman refused to bargain with
them. "They'll measure their work to-morrow," said he; "on Thursday
they will begin, and on Friday they will finish for the week." "But
will they not look elsewhere for other work?" I asked. "Of course
they will," he said; "occupy a whole day in looking for it; but
others cannot pay better than I do, and the end will be as I tell
you." Poor young ladies! It will certainly be cruel to subject them
to the evil of competition in their labour.

In Guiana the bull has been taken by the horns, as in Jamaica it
unfortunately has not; and the first main difficulties of immigration
have, I think, been overcome. For some years past, both from India
and from China, labourers have been brought in freely, and during the
last twelve months the number has been very considerable. The women
also are coming now as well as the men, and they have learned to
husband their means and put money together.

Such an affair as this--the regular exodus, that is, of a people to
another land--has always progressed with great rapidity when it has
been once established. The difficulty is to make a beginning. It is
natural enough that men should hesitate to trust themselves to a
future of which they know nothing; and as natural that they should
hasten to do so when they have heard of the good things which
Providence has in store for them. It required that some few should
come out and prosper, and return with signs of prosperity. This has
now been done, and as regards Guiana it will not, I imagine, be
long before <DW64> labour is, if not displaced, made, at any rate,
of secondary consequence in the colony. As far as the workmen are
concerned, the million hogsheads will, I think, become a possibility,
though not perhaps in the days of my energetic hopeful friend.

Both the Coolies and the Chinamen have aptitude in putting money
together; and when a man has this aptitude he will work as long as
good wages are to be earned. "Crescit amor nummi quantum ipsa, &c."
We teach our children this lesson, intending them to understand that
it is pretty nearly the worst of all "amors," and we go on with the
"irritamenta malorum" till we come to the "Spernere fortior." It is
all, however, of no use. "Naturam expellas furca;" but the result is
still the same. Nature knows what she is about. The love of money is
a good and useful love. What would the world now be without it? Or
is it even possible to conceive of a world progressing without such
a love? Show me ten men without it, and I will show you nine who
lack zeal for improvement. Money, like other loved objects--women,
for instance--should be sought for with honour, won with a clean
conscience, and used with a free hand. Provided it be so guided, the
love of money is no ignoble passion.

The <DW64>s, as a class, have not this aptitude, consequently they
lie in the sun and eat yams, and give no profitable assistance
towards that saccharine millennium. "Spernere fortior!" That big
black woman would so say, she who is not contented with four bits,
if her education had progressed so far. And as she said it, how she
would turn up her African nose, and what contempt she would express
with her broad eyes! Doubtless she does so express herself among her
<DW64> friends in some <DW65> patois--"Pernere forshaw." If so, her
philosophy does but little to assist the world, or herself.

There is another race of men, and of women too, who have been and
now are of the greatest benefit to this colony, and with them the
"Spernere fortior" is by no means a favourite doctrine. There are the
Portuguese who have come to Demerara from Madeira. I believe that
they are not to be found in any of the islands; but here, in Guiana,
they are in great numbers, and thrive wonderfully. At almost every
corner of two streets in Georgetown is to be seen a small shop; and
those shops are, I think without exception, kept by Portuguese.
Nevertheless they all reached the Demerara river in absolute poverty,
intending to live on the wages of field labour, and certainly
prepared to do their work like men. As a rule, they are a steady,
industrious class, and have proved themselves to be good citizens.
In the future amalgamation of races, which will take place here as
elsewhere in the tropics, the Portugee-Madeira element will not be
the least efficient.

I saw the works on three or four sugar estates in Demerara, and
though I am neither a sugar grower nor a mechanic, I am able to say
that the machinery and material of this colony much exceed anything I
have seen in any of our own West Indian islands; and in the point of
machinery, equals what I saw in Cuba. Everything is done on a much
larger scale, and in a more proficient manner than at--Barbados,
we will say. I instance Barbados because the planters there play
so excellent a melody on their own trumpets. In that island not
one planter in five, not one I believe in fifteen, has any steam
appliance on his estate. They trust to the wind for their motive
power, as did their great-great-grandfather. But there is steam on
every estate in Guiana. The vacuum pan and the centrifugal machine
for extracting the molasses are known only by name in Barbados,
whereas they are common appliances in Demerara. There two hundred
hogsheads is a considerable produce for one planter. Here they make
eight hundred hogsheads, a thousand, and twelve hundred. A Barbados
man will reply to this that the thing to be looked to is the
profit, or what he will call the clearance. The sugar-consuming
world, however, will know nothing about this, will hear nothing of
individual profits. But it will recognize the fact that the Demerara
sugar is of a better quality than that which comes from Barbados, and
will believe that the merchant or planter who does not use the latest
appliances of science, whether it be in manufacture or agriculture,
will before long go to the wall. Looking over a sugar estate and
sugar works is an exciting amusement certainly, but nevertheless it
palls upon one at last. I got quite into the way of doing it; and
used to taste the sugars and examine the crystals; make comparisons
and pronounce, I must confess as regards Barbados, a good deal of
adverse criticism. But this was merely to elicit the true tone of
Barbadian eloquence, the long-drawn nasal fecundity of speech which
comes forth so fluently when their old windmills are attacked.

But the amusement, as I have said, does pall upon one. In spite of
the difference of the machinery, the filtering-bags and centrifugals
in one, the Gadsden pans in another, and the simple oscillators in a
third--(the Barbados estate stands for the third)--one does get weary
of walking up to a sugar battery, and looking at the various heated
caldrons, watching till even the inexperienced eye perceives that the
dirty liquor has become brown sugar, as it runs down from a dipper
into a cooling vat.

I wonder whether I could make the process in any simple way
intelligible; or whether in doing so I should afford gratification to
a single individual? Were I myself reading such a book of travels, I
should certainly skip such description. Reader, do thou do likewise.
Nevertheless, it shall not exceed three or four pages.

The cane must first be cut. As regards a planted cane, that is the
first crop from the plant--(for there are such things as ratoons, of
which a word or two will be found elsewhere)--as regards the planted
cane, the cutting, I believe, takes place after about fourteen
months' growth. The next process is that of the mill; the juice, that
is, has to be squeezed out of it. The cane should not lie above two
days before it is squeezed. It is better to send it to the mill the
day after it is cut, or the hour after; in fact, as soon indeed as
may be. In Demerara they are brought to the mill by water always; in
Barbados, by carts and mules; in Jamaica, by waggons and oxen; so
also in Cuba. The mill consists of three rollers, which act upon each
other like cogwheels. The canes are passed between two, an outside
one, say, and a centre one; and the refuse stalk, or trash (so called
in Jamaica), or magass (so called in Barbados and Demerara), comes
out between the same centre one and the other outside roller. The
juice meanwhile is strained down to a cistern or receptacle below.
These rollers are quite close, so that it would seem to be impossible
that the cane should go through; but it does go through with great
ease, if the mill be good and powerful; but frequently with great
difficulty, if the mill be bad and not powerful; for which latter
alternative vide Barbados. The canes give from sixty to seventy per
cent. of juice. Sometimes less than sixty, not often over seventy.

The juice, which is then of a dirty-yellow colour, and apparently
about the substance of milk, is brought from the mill through a pipe
into the first vat, in which it is tempered. This is done with lime,
and the object is to remedy the natural acidity of the juice. In this
first vat it is warmed, but not more than warmed. It then runs from
these vats into boilers, or at any rate into receptacles in which it
is boiled. These in Barbados are called taches. At each of these a
man stands with a long skimmer, skimmering the juice as it were, and
scraping off certain skum which comes to the top. There are from
three to seven of these taches, and below them, last of all, is the
boiler, the veritable receptacle in which the juice becomes sugar.
In the taches, especially the first of them, the liquor becomes dark
green in colour. As it gets nearer the boiler it is thicker and more
clouded, and begins to assume its well-known tawny hue.

Over the last boiler stands the man who makes the sugar. It is for
him to know what heat to apply and how long to apply it. The liquor
now ceases to be juice and becomes sugar. This is evident to the
eye and nose, for though the stuff in the boiler is of course still
liquid, it looks like boiled melted sugar, and the savour is the
savour of sugar. When the time has come, and the boiling is boiled, a
machine suspended from on high, and called a dipper, is let down into
the caldron. It nearly fits the caldron, being, as it were, in itself
a smaller caldron going into the other. The sugar naturally runs over
the side of this and fills it, some little ingenuity being exercised
in the arrangement. The dipper, full of sugar, is then drawn up on
high. At the bottom of it is a valve, so that on the pulling of a
rope, the hot liquid runs out. This dipper is worked like a crane,
and is made to swing itself from over the boiler to a position in
which the sugar runs from it through a wooden trough to the flat
open vats in which it is cooled.

But at this part of the manufacture there are various different
methods. According to that which is least advanced the sugar is
simply cooled in the vat, then put into buckets in a half-solid
state, and thrown out of the buckets into the hogsheads.

According to the more advanced method it runs from the dipper down
through filtering bags, is then pumped into a huge vacuum pan, a
utensil like a kettle-drum turned topsy-turvy, a kettle-drum that is
large enough to hold six tons of sugar. Then it is reheated, and then
put into open round boxes called centrifugals, the sides of which
are made of metal pierced like gauze. These are whisked round and
round by steam-power at an enormous rate, and the molasses flies out
through the gauze, leaving the sugar dry and nearly white. It is then
fit to go into the hogshead, and fit also to be shipped away.

But in the simpler process, the molasses drains from the sugar in
the hogshead. To facilitate this, as the sugar is put into the cask,
reeds are stuck through it, which communicate with holes at the
bottom, so that there may be channels through which the molasses may
run. The hogsheads stand upon beams lying a foot apart from each
other, and below is a dark abyss into which the molasses falls.
I never could divest myself of the idea that the <DW64> children
occasionally fall through also, and are then smothered and so
distilled into rum.

There are various other processes, intermediate between the
highly-civilized vacuum pan and the simple cooling, with which I will
not trouble my reader. Nor will I go into the further mystery of
rum-making. That the rum is made from the molasses every one knows;
and from the <DW64> children, as I suspect.

The process of sugar-making is very rapid if the appliances be good.
A planter in Demerara assured me that he had cut his canes in the
morning, and had the sugar in Georgetown in the afternoon. Fudge!
however, was the remark made by another planter to whom I repeated
this. Whether it was fudge or not I do not know; but it was clearly
possible that such should be the case. The manufacture is one which
does not require any delay.

In Demerara an acre of canes will on an average give over a ton and
a half of sugar. But an acre of cane ground will not give a crop
once in twelve months. Two crops in three years may perhaps be the
average. So much for the manufacture of sugar. I hope my account may
not be criticised by those who are learned in the art, as it is only
intended for those who are utterly unlearned.

But if looking over sugar-works be at last fatiguing, what shall I
say to that labour of "going aback," which Guiana planters exact from
their visitors. Going aback in Guiana means walking from the house
and manufactory back to the fields where the canes grow. I have
described the shape of a Demerara estate. The house generally stands
not far from the water frontage, so that the main growth of the sugar
is behind. This going aback generally takes place before breakfast.
But the breakfast is taken at eleven; and a Demerara sun is in all
its glory for three hours before that. Remember, also, that there are
no trees in these fields, no grass, no wild flowers, no meandering
paths. Everything is straight, and open, and ugly; and everything has
a tendency to sugar, and no other tendency whatever, unless it be to
rum. Sugar-canes is the only growth. So that a walk aback, except
to a very close inquirer, is not delightful. It must however be
confessed that the subsequent breakfast makes up for a deal of
misery. There is no such breakfast going as that of a Guiana planter.
Talk of Scotland! Pooh! But one has to think of that doctor's
dictum--"The prevalent disease, sir? Brandy!" It seems, however, to
me to show itself more generally in the shape of champagne.

There is one other peculiar characteristic of landed property in this
colony which I must mention. All the carriage is by water, not only
from the works to the town, but from the fields to the works, and
even from field to field. The whole country is intersected by drains,
which are necessary to carry off the surface waters; there is no
natural fall of water, or next to none, and but for its drains and
sluices the land would be flooded in wet weather. Parallel to these
drains are canals; there being, as nearly as I could learn, one canal
between each two drains. These different <DW18>s are to a stranger
similar in appearance, but their uses are always kept distinct.

Nor do these canals run only between wide fields, or at a
considerable distance from each other. They pierce every portion of
land, so that the canes when cut have never to be carried above a few
yards. The expense of keeping them in order is very great, but the
labour of making them must have been immense. It was done by the
Dutch. One may almost question whether any other race would have had
the patience necessary for such a work.

I was told on one estate that there were no less than sixty-three
miles of these cuttings to be kept in order. But the gentleman who
told me was he to whom the other gentleman alluded, when he used our
old friend, Mr. Burchell's exclamation. There can be no doubt but
that these Guiana planters know each other.

On the whole, I must express my conviction that this is a fine
colony, and will become of very great importance.

Our great Thunderer the other day spoke of the governance of a sugar
island as a duty below a man's notice; as being almost worthy of
contempt. We cannot all be gods and forge thunderbolts. But we all
wish to consume sugar; and if we can do in one of our colonies
without slaves what Cuba is doing with slaves, the work I think will
not be contemptible, nor the land contemptible in which it is done.
I do look to see our free Cuba in Guiana, and even have my hopes as
to that million of hogsheads.

I have said, in speaking of Jamaica, that I thought the <DW64> had
hardly yet shown himself capable of understanding the teaching of the
Christian religion. As regards Guiana, what I heard on this matter
I heard chiefly from clergymen of the Church of England; and though
they would of course not agree with me--for it is not natural that a
man should doubt the efficacy of his own teaching--nevertheless, what
I gathered from them strengthens my former opinions.

I do think that the Guiana <DW64> is in this respect somewhat superior
to his brother in Jamaica. He is more intelligent, and comes nearer
to our idea of a thoughtful being. But still even here it seems to
me that he never connects his religion with his life; never reflects
that his religion should bear upon his conduct.

Here, as in the islands, the <DW64>s much prefer to belong to
a Baptist congregation, or to a so-called Wesleyan body. That
excitement is there allowed to them which is denied in our Church.
They sing and halloa and scream, and have revivals. They talk of
their "dear brothers" and "dear sisters," and in their ecstatic
howlings get some fun for their money. I doubt also whether those
disagreeable questions as to conduct are put by the Baptists
which they usually have to undergo from our clergymen. "So-called
Wesleyans," I say, because the practice of their worship here is
widely removed from the sober gravity of the Wesleyan churches in
England.

I have said that the form of government in Guiana was a mild
despotism, tempered by sugar. The Governor, it must be understood,
has not absolute authority. There is a combined house, with a power
of voting, by whom he is controlled--at any rate in financial
matters. But of those votes he commands many as Governor, and as long
as he will supply Coolies quick enough--and Coolies mean sugar--he
may command them all.

"We are not particular to a shade," the planters wisely say to him,
"in what way we are governed. If you have any fads of your own about
this or about that, by all means indulge them. Even if you want a
little more money, in God's name take it. But the business of a man's
life is sugar: there's the land; the capital shall be forthcoming,
whether begged, borrowed, or stolen;--do you supply the labour. Give
us Coolies enough, and we will stick at nothing. We are an ambitious
colony. There looms before us a great future--a million hogsheads of
sugar!"

The form of government here is somewhat singular. There are two
Houses--Lords and Commons--but not acting separately as ours do. The
upper House is the Court of Policy. This consists of five official
members, whose votes may therefore be presumed to be at the service
of the Governor, and of five elected members. The Governor himself,
sitting in this court, has the casting vote. But he also has
something to say to the election of the other five. They are chosen
by a body of men called Kiezers--probably Dutch for choosers. There
is a college of Kiezers, elected for life by the tax-payers, whose
main privilege appears to be that of electing these members of the
Court of Policy. But on every occasion they send up two names, and
the Governor selects one; so that he can always keep out any one man
who may be peculiarly disagreeable to him. This Court of Policy
acts, I think, when acting by itself, more as a privy council to the
Governor than as a legislative body.

Then there are six Financial Representatives; two from Berbice, one
from town and one from country; two from Demerara, one from town
and one from country; and two from Essequibo, both from the country,
there being no town. These are elected by the tax-payers. They are
assembled for purposes of taxation only, as far as I understood; and
even as regards this they are joined with the Court of Policy, and
thus form what is called the Combined Court. The Crown, therefore,
has very little to tie its hands; and I think that I am justified in
describing the government as a mild despotism, tempered by sugar.

So much for British Guiana. I cannot end this crude epitome of
crude views respecting the colony without saying that I never met a
pleasanter set of people than I found there, or ever passed my hours
much more joyously.




CHAPTER XIII.

BARBADOS.


Barbados is a very respectable little island, and it makes a great
deal of sugar. It is not picturesquely beautiful, as are almost
all the other Antilles, and therefore has but few attractions for
strangers.

But this very absence of scenic beauty has saved it from the fate of
its neighbours. A country that is broken into landscapes, that boasts
of its mountains, woods, and waterfalls, that is regarded for its
wild loveliness, is seldom propitious to agriculture. A portion of
the surface in all such regions defies the improving farmer. But,
beyond this, such ground under the tropics offers every inducement to
the <DW64> squatter. In Jamaica, Dominica, St. Lucia, and Grenada, the
<DW64>, when emancipated, could squat and make himself happy; but in
Barbados there was not an inch for him.

When emancipation came there was no squatting ground for the poor
Barbadian. He had still to work and make sugar--work quite as hard
as he had done while yet a slave. He had to do that or to starve.
Consequently, labour has been abundant in this island, and in this
island only; and in all the West Indian troubles it has kept its
head above water, and made sugar respectably--not, indeed, showing
much sugar genius, or going ahead in the way of improvements, but
paying twenty shillings in the pound, supporting itself, and earning
its bread decently by the sweat of its brow. The pity is that the
Barbadians themselves should think so much of their own achievements.

The story runs, that when Europe was convulsed by revolutions and
wars--when continental sovereigns were flying hither and thither, and
there was so strong a rumour that Napoleon was going to eat us--the
great Napoleon I mean--that then, I say, the Barbadians sent word
over to poor King George the Third, bidding him fear nothing. If
England could not protect him, Barbados would. Let him come to them,
if things looked really blue on his side of the channel It was a
fine, spirited message, but perhaps a little self glorious. That,
I should say, is the character of the island in general.

As to its appearance, it is, as I have said, totally different from
any of the other islands, and to an English eye much less attractive
in its character. But for the heat its appearance would not strike
with any surprise an Englishman accustomed to an ordinary but ugly
agricultural country. It has not the thick tropical foliage which is
so abundant in the other islands, nor the wild, grassy dells. Happily
for the Barbadians every inch of it will produce canes; and, to the
credit of the Barbadians, every inch of it does so. A Barbadian
has a right to be proud of this, but it does not make the island
interesting. It is the waste land of the world that makes it
picturesque. But there is not a rood of waste land in Barbados. It
certainly is not the country for a gipsy immigration. Indeed, I doubt
whether there is even room for a picnic.

The island is something over twenty miles long, and something over
twelve broad. The roads are excellent, but so white that they sadly
hurt the eye of a stranger. The authorities have been very particular
about their milestones, and the inhabitants talk much about their
journeys. I found myself constantly being impressed with ideas of
distance, till I was impelled to suggest a rather extended system of
railroads--a proposition which was taken in very good part. I was
informed that the population was larger than that of China, but my
informant of course meant by the square foot. He could hardly have
counted by the square mile in Barbados.

And thus I was irresistibly made to think of the frog that would blow
itself out and look as large as an ox.

Bridgetown, the metropolis of the island, is much like a second or
third rate English town. It has none of the general peculiarities of
the West Indies, except the heat. The streets are narrow, irregular,
and crooked, so that at first a stranger is apt to miss his way.
They all, however, converge at Trafalgar Square, a spot which, in
Barbados, is presumed to compete with the open space at Charing Cross
bearing the same name. They have this resemblance, that each contains
a statue of Nelson. The Barbadian Trafalgar Square contains also a
tree, which is more than can be said for its namesake. It can make
also this boast, that no attempt has been made within it which has
failed so grievously as our picture gallery. In saying this, however,
I speak of the building only--by no means of the pictures.

There are good shops in Bridgetown--good, respectable, well-to-do
shops, that sell everything, from a candle down to a coffin,
including wedding-rings, corals, and widows' caps. But they are hot,
fusty, crowded places, as are such places in third-rate English
towns. But then the question of heat here is of such vital moment! A
purchase of a pair of gloves in Barbados drives one at once into the
ice-house.

And here it may be well to explain this very peculiar, delightful,
but too dangerous West Indian institution. By-the-by, I do not know
that there was any ice-house in Kingston, Jamaica. If there be one
there, my friends were peculiarly backward, for I certainly was not
made acquainted with it. But everywhere else--at Demerara, Trinidad,
Barbados, and St. Thomas--I was duly introduced to the ice-house.

There is something cool and mild in the name, which makes one fancy
that ladies would delight to frequent it. But, alas! a West Indian
ice house is but a drinking-shop--a place where one goes to liquor,
as the Americans call it, without the knowledge of the feminine
creation. It is a drinking-shop, at which the draughts are all cool,
are all iced, but at which, alas! they are also all strong. The
brandy, I fear, is as essential as the ice. A man may, it is true,
drink iced soda-water without any concomitant, or he may simply
have a few drops of raspberry vinegar to flavour it. No doubt many
an easy-tempered wife so imagines. But if so, I fear that they
are deceived. Now the ice-house in Bridgetown seemed to me to be
peculiarly well attended. I look upon this as the effect of the white
streets and the fusty shops.

Barbados claims, I believe--but then it claims everything--to have a
lower thermometer than any other West Indian island--to be, in fact,
cooler than any of her sisters. As far as the thermometer goes, it
may be possible; but as regards the human body, it is not the fact.
Let any man walk from his hotel to morning church and back, and then
judge.

There is a mystery about hotels in the British West Indies. They
are always kept by fat, middle-aged <DW52> ladies, who have no
husbands. I never found an exception except at Berbice, where my
friend Paris Brittain keeps open doors in the city of the sleepers.
These ladies are generally called Miss So-and-So; Miss Jenny This,
or Miss Jessy That; but they invariably seemed to have a knowledge
of the world, especially of the male hotel-frequenting world, hardly
compatible with a retiring maiden state of life. I only mention this.
I cannot solve the riddle. "Davus sum, non Oedipus." But it did
strike me as singular that the profession should always be in the
hands of these ladies, and that they should never get husbands.

As a rule, there is not much to be said against these hotels, though
they will not come up to the ideas of a traveller who has been used
to the inns of Switzerland. The table is always plentifully supplied,
and the viands generally good. Of that at Barbados I can make no
complaint, except this; that the people over the way kept a gray
parrot which never ceased screaming day or night. I was deep in my
Jamaica theory of races, and this wretched bird nearly drove me wild.

"Can anything be done to stop it, James?"

"No, massa."

"Nothing? Wouldn't they hang a cloth over it for a shilling?"

"No, massa; him only make him scream de more to speak to him."

I took this as final, though whether the "him" was the man or the
parrot, I did not know. But such a bird I never heard before, and
the street was no more than twelve feet broad. He was, in fact,
just under my window. Thrice had I to put aside my theory of races.
Otherwise than on this score, Miss Caroline Lee's hotel at Barbados
is very fair. And as for hot pickles--she is the very queen of them.

Whether or no my informant was right in saying that the population
of Barbados is more dense than that of China, I cannot say; but
undoubtedly it is very great; and hence, as the <DW64>s cannot get
their living without working, has come the prosperity of the island.
The inhabitants are, I believe, very nearly 150,000 in number.
This is a greater population than that of the whole of Guiana. The
consequence is, that the cane-pieces are cultivated very closely, and
that all is done that manual labour can do.

The <DW64>s here differ much, I think, from those in the other
islands, not only in manner, but even in form and physiognomy.
They are of heavier build, broader in the face, and higher in the
forehead. They are also certainly less good-humoured, and more
inclined to insolence; so that if anything be gained in intelligence
it is lost in conduct. On the whole, I do think that the Barbados
<DW64>s are more intelligent than others that I have met. It is
probable that this may come from more continual occupation.

But if the black people differ from their brethren of the other
islands, so certainly do the white people. One soon learns to know
a--Bim. That is the name in which they themselves delight, and
therefore, though there is a sound of slang about it, I give it
here. One certainly soon learns to know a Bim. The most peculiar
distinction is in his voice. There is always a nasal twang about it,
but quite distinct from the nasality of a Yankee. The Yankee's word
rings sharp through his nose; not so that of the first-class Bim.
There is a soft drawl about it, and the sound is seldom completely
formed. The effect on the ear is the same as that on the hand when a
man gives you his to shake, and instead of shaking yours, holds his
own still. When a man does so to me I always wish to kick him.

I had never any wish to kick the Barbadian, more especially as they
are all stout men; but I cannot but think that if he were well shaken
a more perfect ring would come out of him.

The Bims, as I have said, are generally stout fellows. As a rule they
are larger and fairer than other West Indian Creoles, less delicate
in their limbs, and more clumsy in their gait. The male graces are
not much studied in Barbados. But it is not only by their form or
voice that you may know them--not only by the voice, but by the
words. No people ever praised themselves so constantly; no set of
men were ever so assured that they and their occupations are the
main pegs on which the world hangs. Their general law to men would
be this: "Thou shalt make sugar in the sweat of thy brow, and make
it as it is made in Barbados." Any deviation from that law would be
a deviation from the highest duty of man.

Of many of his sister colonies a Barbadian can speak with temper.
When Jamaica is mentioned philanthropic compassion lights up his
face, and he tells you how much he feels for the poor wretches there
who call themselves planters. St. Lucia also he pities, and Grenada;
and of St. Vincent he has some hope. Their little efforts he says are
praiseworthy; only, alas! they are so little! He does not think much
of Antigua; and turns up his nose at Nevis and St. Kitts, which in a
small way are doing a fair stroke of business. The French islands he
does not love, but that is probably patriotism: as the French islands
are successful sugar growers such patriotism is natural. But do not
speak to him of Trinadad; that subject is very sore. And as for
Guiana--! One knows what to expect if one holds a red rag up to a
bull. Praise Guiana sugar-making in Bridgetown, and you will be
holding up a red rag to a dozen bulls, no one of which will refuse
the challenge. And thus you may always know a Bim.

When I have met four or five together, I have not dared to try this
experiment, for they are wrathy men, and have rough sides to their
tongues; but I have so encountered two at a time.

"Yes," I have said; "the superiority of Barbados cannot be doubted.
We all grant that. But which colony is second in the race?"

"It is impossible to say," said A. "They are none of them well
circumstanced."

"None of them have got any labour," said B.

"They can't make returns," said A.

"Just look at their clearances," said B; "and then look at ours."

"Jamaica sugar is paying now," I remarked.

"Jamaica, sir, has been destroyed root and branch," said A, well
pleased; for they delight to talk of Jamaica. "And no one can lament
it more than I do," said B. "Jamaica is a fine island, only utterly
ruined."

"Magnificent! such scenery!" I replied.

"But it can't make sugar," said B.

"What of Trinidad?" I asked.

"Trinidad, sir, is a fine wild island; and perhaps some day we may
get our coal there."

"But Demerara makes a little sugar," I ventured to remark.

"It makes deuced little money, I know," said A.

"Every inch of it is mortgaged," said B.

"But their steam-engines," said I.

"Look at their clearances," said A.

"They have none," said B.

"At any rate, they have got beyond windmills," I remarked, with
considerable courage.

"Because they have got no wind," said A.

"A low bank of mud below the sea-level," said B.

"But a fine country for sugar," said I.

"They don't know what sugar is," said A.

"Look at their vacuum pans," said I.

"All my eye," said B.

"And their filtering-bags," said I.

"Filtering-bags be d----," said A.

"Centrifugal machines," said I, now nearly exhausted.

"We've tried them, and abandoned them long ago," said B, only now
coming well on to the fight.

"Their sugar is nearly white," said I; "and yours is a dirty brown."

"Their sugar don't pay," said A, "and ours does."

"Look at the price of our land," said B.

"Yes, and the extent of it," said I.

"Our clearances, sir! The clearances, sir, are the thing," said A.

"The year's income," said B.

"A hogshead to the acre," said I; "and that only got from guano."

This was my last shot at them. They both came at me open-mouthed
together, and I confess that I retired, vanquished, from the field.

It is certainly the fact that they do make their sugar in a very
old-fashioned way in Barbados, using wind-mills instead of steam, and
that you see less here of the improved machinery for the manufacture
than in Demerara, or Cuba, or Trinidad, or even in Jamaica. The great
answer given to objections is that the old system pays best. It may
perhaps do so for the present moment, though I should doubt even
that. But I am certain that it cannot continue to do so. No trade,
and no agriculture can afford to dispense with the improvements of
science.

I found some here who acknowledged that the mere produce of the cane
from the land had been pressed too far by means of guano. A great
crop is thus procured, but it appears that the soil is injured, and
that the sugar is injured also. The canes, moreover, will not ratoon
as they used to do, and as they still do in other parts of the West
Indies. The cane is planted, and when ripe is cut. If allowed,
another cane will grow from the same plant, and that is a ratoon; and
again a third will grow, giving a third crop from the same plant; and
in many soils a fourth; and in some few many more; and one hears of
canes ratooning for twenty years.

If the same amount and quality of sugar be produced, of course the
system of ratooning must be by far the cheapest and most profitable.
In I believe most of our colonies the second crop is as good as the
first, and I understand that it used to be so in Barbados. But it
is not so now. The ratoon almost always looks poor, and the second
ratoons appear to be hardly worth cutting. I believe that this is so
much the case that many Barbados planters now look to get but one
crop only from each planting. This falling off in the real fertility
of the soil is I think owing to the use of artificial manure, such as
guano.

There is a system all through these sugar-growing countries of
burning the magass, or trash; this is the stalk of the cane, or
remnant of the stalk after it comes through the mill. What would be
said of an English agriculturist who burnt his straw? It is I believe
one of the soundest laws of agriculture that the refuse of the crop
should return to the ground which gave it.

To this it will be answered that the English agriculturist is not
called on by the necessity of his position to burn his straw. He
has not to boil his wheat, nor yet his beef and mutton; whereas the
Barbados farmer is obliged to boil his crop. At the present moment
the Barbados farmer is under this obligation; but he is not obliged
to do it with the refuse produce of his fields. He cannot perhaps use
coals immediately under his boilers, but he can heat them with steam
which comes pretty much to the same thing.

All this applies not to Barbados only, but to Guiana, Jamaica, and
the other islands also. At all of them the magass or trash is burnt.
But at none of them is manure so much needed as at Barbados. They
cannot there take into cultivation new fresh virgin soil when they
wish it, as they can in Guiana.

And then one is tempted to ask the question, whether every owner of
land is obliged to undertake all the complete duties which now are
joined together at a sugar estate? It certainly is the case, that no
single individual could successfully set himself against the system.
But I do not see why a collection of individuals should not do so.

A farmer in England does not grow the wheat, then grind it, and then
make the bread. The growing is enough for him. Then comes the miller,
and the baker. But on a sugar estate, one and the same man grows the
cane, makes the sugar, and distils the rum; thus altogether opposing
the salutary principle of the division of labour. I cannot see why
the grower should not sell his canes to a sugar manufacturer. There
can, I believe, be no doubt of this, that sugar can be made better
and cheaper in large quantities than in small.

But the clearance, sir; that is the question. How would this affect
the clearance? The sugar manufacturer would want his profit. Of
course he would, as do the miller and the baker.

They complain greatly at Barbados, as they do indeed elsewhere, that
they are compelled to make bad sugar by the differential duty. The
duty on good sugar is so much higher than that on bad sugar, that the
bad or coarse sugar pays them best. This is the excuse they give for
not making a finer article, and I believe that the excuse is true.

I made one or two excursions in the island, and was allowed the
privilege of attending an agricultural breakfast, at which there were
some twenty or thirty planters. It seems that a certain number of
gentlemen living in the same locality had formed themselves into
a society, with the object of inspecting each other's estates. A
committee of three was named in each case by the president; and this
committee, after surveying the estate in question, and looking at the
works and stock, drew up a paper, either laudatory or the reverse,
which paper was afterwards read to the society. These readings took
place after the breakfast, and the breakfast was held monthly. To the
planter probably the reading of the documents was the main object. It
may not be surprising that I gave the preference to the breakfast,
which of its kind was good.

But this was not the only breakfast of the sort at which I was
allowed to be a guest. The society has always its one great monthly
breakfast; but the absolute inspection gives occasions for further
breakfasts. I was also at one of these, and assisted in inspecting
the estate. There were, however, too many Barbadians present to
permit of my producing my individual views respecting the Guiana
improvements.

The report is made at the time of the inspection, but it is read in
public at the monthly meeting. The effect no doubt is good, and the
publicity of the approval or disapproval stimulates the planter.
But I was amused with the true Barbadian firmness with which the
gentlemen criticised declared that they would not the less take
their own way, and declined to follow the advice offered to them in
the report. I heard two such reports read, and in both cases this
occurred.

All this took place at Hookleton cliff, which the Barbadians regard
as the finest point for scenery in the island. The breakfast I own
was good, and the discourse useful and argumentative. But as regards
the scenery, there is little to be said for it, considering that I
had seen Jamaica, and was going to see Trinidad.

Even in Barbados, numerous as are the <DW64>s, they certainly live an
easier life than that of an English labourer, earn their money with
more facility, and are more independent of their masters. A gentleman
having one hundred and fifty families living on his property would
not expect to obtain from them the labour of above ninety men at
the usual rate of pay, and that for not more than five days a week.
They live in great comfort, and in some things are beyond measure
extravagant.

"Do you observe," said a lady to me, "that the women when they walk
never hold up their dresses?"

"I certainly have," I answered. "Probably they are but ill shod, and
do not care to show their feet."

"Not at all. Their feet have nothing to do with it. But they think it
economical to hold up their petticoats. It betokens a stingy, saving
disposition, and they prefer to show that they do not regard a few
yards of muslin more or less."

This is perfectly true of them. As the shopman in Jamaica said
to me--In this part of the world we must never think of little
economies. The very <DW64>s are ashamed to do so.

Of the <DW52> people I saw nothing, except that the shops are
generally attended by them. They seemed not to be so numerous as they
are elsewhere, and are, I think, never met with in the society of
white people. In no instance did I meet one, and I am told that in
Barbados there is a very rigid adherence to this rule. Indeed, one
never seems to have the alternative of seeing them; whereas in
Jamaica one has not the alternative of avoiding them. As regards
myself, I would much rather have been thrown among them.

I think that in all probability the white settlers in Barbados have
kept themselves more distinct from the <DW64> race, and have not at
any time been themselves so burdened with <DW52> children as is
the case elsewhere. If this be so, they certainly deserve credit for
their prudence.

Here also there is a King, Lords, and Commons, or a governor, a
council, and an assembly. The council consists of twelve, and are
either chosen by the Crown, or enjoy their seat by virtue of office
held by appointment from the Crown. The Governor in person sits in
the council. The assembly consists of twenty-two, who are annually
elected by the parishes. None but white men do vote at these
elections, though no doubt a black man could vote, if a black man
were allowed to obtain a freehold. Of course, therefore, none but
white men can be elected. How it is decided whether a man be white
or not, that I did not hear. The greater part of the legislative
business of the island is done by committees, who are chosen from
these bodies.

Here, as elsewhere through the West Indies, one meets with unbounded
hospitality. A man who dines out on Monday will receive probably
three invitations for Tuesday, and six for Wednesday. And they
entertain very well. That haunch of mutton and turkey which are now
the bugbear of the English dinner-giver do not seem to trouble the
minds or haunt the tables of West Indian hosts.

And after all, Barbados--little England as it delights to call
itself--is and should be respected among islands. It owes no man
anything, pays its own way, and never makes a poor mouth. Let us say
what we will, self-respect is a fine quality, and the Barbadians
certainly enjoy that. It is a very fine quality, and generally leads
to respect from others. They who have nothing to say for themselves
will seldom find others to say much for them. I therefore repeat what
I said at first. Barbados is a very respectable little island, and
considering the limited extent of its acreage, it does make a great
deal of sugar.




CHAPTER XIV.

TRINIDAD.


No scenery can be more picturesque than that afforded by the entrance
to Port of Spain, the chief town in the island of Trinidad. Trinidad,
as all men doubtless know, is the southernmost of the West Indian
islands, and lies across the delta of the Orinoco river. The western
portion of the island is so placed that it nearly reaches with two
horns two different parts of the mainland of Venezuela, one of the
South American republics. And thus a bay is formed closed in between
the island and the mainland, somewhat as is the Gulf of Mexico by the
island of Cuba; only that the proportions here are much less in size.
This enclosed sea is called the Gulf of Paria.

The two chief towns, I believe I may say the two only towns in
Trinidad are situated in this bay. That which is the larger, and the
seat of government, is called the Port of Spain, and lies near to the
northern horn. San Fernando, the other, which is surrounded by the
finest sugar districts of the island, and which therefore devotes its
best energies to the export of that article, is on the other side of
the bay and near the other horn.

The passages into the enclosed sea on either side are called the
Bocas, or mouths. Those nearest to the delta of the Orinoco are the
Serpent's mouths. The ordinary approach from England or the other
islands is by the more northern entrance. Here there are three
passages, of which the middle is the largest one, the Boca Grande.
That between the mainland and a small island is used by the steamers
in fine weather, and is by far the prettiest. Through this, the
Boca di Mona, or monkey's mouth, we approached Port of Spain. These
northern entrances are called the Dragon's mouths. What may be the
nautical difference between the mouth of a dragon and that of a
serpent I did not learn.

On the mainland, that is the land of the main island, the coast is
precipitous, but clothed to the very top with the thickest and most
magnificent foliage. With an opera-glass one can distinctly see the
trees coming forth from the sides of the rocks as though no soil
were necessary for them, and not even a shelf of stone needed for
their support And these are not shrubs, but forest trees, with grand
spreading branches, huge trunks, and brilliant  foliage. The
small island on the other side is almost equally wooded, but is
less precipitous. Here, however, there are open glades, and grassy
enclosures, which tempt one to wish that it was one's lot to lie
there in the green shade and eat bananas and mangoes. This little
island in the good old days, regretted by not a few, when planters
were planters, and slaves were slaves, produced cotton up to its very
hill-tops. Now I believe it yields nothing but the grass for a few
cattle.

Our steamer as she got well into the boca drew near to the shore
of the large island, and as we passed along we had a succession of
lovely scenes. Soft-green smiling nooks made themselves visible below
the rocks, the very spots for picnics. One could not but long to
be there with straw hats and crinoline, pigeon pies and champagne
baskets. There was one narrow shady valley, into which a creek of the
sea ran up, that must have been made for such purposes, either for
that, or for the less noisy joys of some Paul of Trinidad with his
Creole Virginia.

As we steamed on a little further we came to a whaling establishment.
Ideas of whaling establishments naturally connect themselves with
icebergs and the North Pole. But it seems that there are races of
whales as there are of men, proper to the tropics as well as to the
poles; and some of the former here render up their oily tributes.
From the look of the place I should not say that the trade was
flourishing. The whaling huts are very picturesque, but do not say
much for the commercial enterprise of the proprietors.

From them we went on through many smaller islands to Port of Spain.
This is a large town, excellently well laid out, with the streets
running all at right angles to each other, as is now so common in new
towns. The spaces have been prepared for a much larger population
than that now existing, so that it is at present straggling,
unfilled, and full of gaps. But the time will come, and that before
long, when it will be the best town in the British West Indies. There
is at present in Port of Spain a degree of commercial enterprise
quite unlike the sleepiness of Jamaica or the apathy of the smaller
islands.

I have now before me at the present moment of writing a debate which
took place in the House of Commons the other day--it is only the
other day as I now write--on a motion made by Mr. Buxton for a
committee to inquire into the British West Indies; and though
somewhat afraid of being tedious on the subject of immigration to
these parts, I will say a few words as to this motion in as far as it
affects not only Trinidad, but all those colonies. Of all subjects
this is the one that is of real importance to the West Indies; and it
may be expected that the sugar colonies will or will not prosper, as
that subject is or is not understood by its rulers.

I think I may assume that the intended purport of Mr. Buxton's
motion was to throw impediments in the way of the immigration of
Coolies into Jamaica; and that in making it he was acting as the
parliamentary mouthpiece of the Anti-Slavery Society. The legislature
of Jamaica has at length passed a law with the object of promoting
this immigration, as it has been promoted at the Mauritius and in a
lesser degree in British Guiana and Trinidad; but the Anti-Slavery
Society have wished to induce the Crown to use its authority and
abstain from sanctioning this law, urging that it will be injurious
to the interests of the <DW64> labourers.

The "peculiar institution" of slavery is, I imagine, quite as little
likely to find friends in England now as it was when the question of
its abolition was so hotly pressed some thirty years since. And God
forbid that I should use either the strength or the weakness of my
pen in saying a word in favour of a system so abhorrent to the
feelings of a Christian Englishman. But may we not say that that
giant has been killed? Is it not the case that the Anti-Slavery
Society has done its work?--has done its work at any rate as
regards the British West Indies? What should we have said of the
Anti-Corn-Law League, had it chosen to sit in permanence after the
repeal of the obnoxious tax, with the view of regulating the fixed
price of bread?

Such is the attempt now being made by the Anti-Slavery Society with
reference to the West Indian <DW64>s. If any men are free, these men
are so. They have been left without the slightest constraint or bond
over them. In the sense in which they are free, no English labourer
is free. In England a man cannot select whether he will work or
whether he will let it alone. He, the poor Englishman, has that
freedom which God seems to have intended as good for man; but work
he must. If he do not do so willingly, compulsion is in some sort
brought to bear upon him. He is not free to be idle; and I presume
that no English philanthropists will go so far as to wish to endow
him with that freedom.

But that is the freedom which the <DW64> has in Jamaica, which he
still has in many parts of Trinidad, and which the Anti-Slavery
Society is so anxious to secure for him. It--but no; I will give the
Society no monopoly of such honour. We, we Englishmen, have made our
<DW64>s free. If by further efforts we can do anything towards making
other black men free--if we can assist in driving slavery from the
earth, in God's name let us still be doing. Here may be scope enough
for an Anti-Slavery Society. But I maintain that these men are
going beyond their mark--that they are minding other than their own
business, in attempting to interfere with the labour of the West
Indian colonies. Gentlemen in the West Indies see at once that the
Society is discussing matters which it has not studied, and that
interests of the utmost importance to them are being played with in
the dark.

Mr. Buxton grounded his motion on these two pleas:--Firstly, That
the distress of the West Indian planters had been brought about by
their own apathy and indiscretion. And secondly, That that distress
was in course of relief, would quickly be relieved, without any
further special measures for its mitigation. I think that he was
substantially wrong in both these allegations.

That there were apathetic and indiscreet planters--that there were
absentees whose property was not sufficient to entitle them to the
luxury of living away from it, may doubtless have been true. But the
tremendous distress which came upon these colonies fell on them in
too sure a manner, with too sudden a blow, to leave any doubt as to
its cause. Slavery was first abolished, and the protective duty on
slave-grown sugar was then withdrawn. The second measure brought down
almost to nothing the property of the most industrious as well as
that of the most idle of the planters. Except in Barbados, where the
nature of the soil made labour compulsory, where the <DW64> could no
more be idle and exist than the poor man can do in England, it became
impossible to produce sugar with a profit on which the grower could
live. It was not only the small men who fell, or they who may be
supposed to have been hitherto living on an income raised to an
unjustly high pitch. Ask the Gladstone family what proceeds have come
from their Jamaica property since the protective duty was abolished.
Let Lord Howard de Walden say how he has fared.

Mr. Buxton has drawn a parallel between the state of Ireland at and
after the famine and that of the West Indies at and after the fall
in the price of sugar, of which I can by no means admit the truth.
In the one case, that of Ireland, the blow instantly effected the
remedy. A tribe of pauper landlords had grown up by slow degrees who,
by their poverty, their numbers, their rapacity, and their idleness,
had eaten up and laid waste the fairest parts of the country. Then
came the potato rot, bringing after it pestilence, famine, and the
Encumbered Estates Court; and lo! in three years the air was cleared,
the cloud had passed away, and Ireland was again prosperous. Land
bought at fifteen pounds the acre was worth thirty before three crops
had been taken from it. The absentees to whom Mr. Buxton alludes were
comparatively little affected. They were rich men whose backs were
broad enough to bear the burden for a while, and they stood their
ground. It is not their property which as a rule has changed hands,
but that of the small, grasping, profit-rent landlords whose lives
had been passed in exacting the last farthing of rent from the
cottiers. When no farthing of rent could any longer be exacted, they
went to the wall at once.

There was nothing like this in the case of the West Indies.
Indiscretion and extravagance there may have been. These are vices
which will always be more or less found among men living with the
thermometer at eighty in the shade. But in these colonies, long and
painful efforts were made, year after year, to bear against the
weight which had fallen on them. In the West Indies the blow came
from man, and it was withstood on the whole manfully. In Ireland the
blow came from God, and submission to it was instantaneous.

Mr. Buxton then argues that everything in the West Indies is already
righting itself, and that therefore nothing further need be done. The
facts of the case exactly refute this allegation. The four chief of
these colonies are Barbados, British Guiana, Trinidad, and Jamaica.
In Barbados, as has been explained, there was no distress, and of
course no relief has been necessary. In British Guiana and Trinidad
very special measures have been taken. Immigration of Coolies to a
great extent has been brought about--to so great an extent that the
tide of human beings across the two oceans will now run on in an
increasing current. But in Jamaica little or nothing has yet been
done. And in Jamaica, the fairest, the most extensive, the most
attractive of them all; in Jamaica, of all the islands on God's earth
the one most favoured by beauty, fertility, and natural gifts; in
Jamaica the earth can hardly be made to yield its natural produce.

All this was excellently answered by Sir Edward Lytton, who, whatever
may have been his general merits as a Secretary of State, seems at
any rate to have understood this matter. He disposed altogether of
the absurdly erroneous allegations which had been made as to the
mortality of these immigrants on their passage. As is too usual
in such cases arguments had been drawn from one or two specially
unhealthy trips. Ninety-nine ships ride safe to port, while the
hundredth unfortunately comes to grief. But we cannot on that account
afford to dispense with the navigation of the seas. Sir Edward showed
that the Coolies themselves--for the Anti-Slavery Society is as
anxious to prevent this immigration on behalf of the Coolies, who in
their own country can hardly earn twopence a day, as it is on the
part of the <DW64>s, who could with ease, though they won't, earn two
shillings a day--he showed that these Coolies, after having lived for
a few years on plenty in these colonies, return to their own country
with that which is for them great wealth. And he showed also that the
present system--present as regards Trinidad, and proposed as regards
Jamaica--of indenturing the immigrant on his first arrival is the
only one to which we can safely trust for the good usage of the
labourer. For the present this is clearly the case. When the Coolies
are as numerous in these islands as the <DW64>s--and that time will
come--such rules and restrictions will no doubt be withdrawn. And
when these different people have learned to mix their blood--which
in time will also come--then mankind will hear no more of a lack of
labour, and the fertility of these islands will cease to be their
greatest curse.

I feel that I owe an apology to my reader for introducing him to an
old, forgotten, and perhaps dull debate. In England the question is
one not generally of great interest. But here, in the West Indies, it
is vital. The <DW64> will never work unless compelled to do so; that
is, the <DW64> who can boast of pure unmixed African blood. He is as
strong as a bull, hardy as a mule, docile as a dog when conscious of
a master--a salamander as regards heat. He can work without pain and
without annoyance. But he will never work as long as he can eat and
sleep without it. Place the Coolie or Chinaman alongside of him, and
he must work in his own defence. If he do not, he will gradually
cease to have an existence.

We are now speaking more especially of Trinidad. It is a large
island, great portions of which are but very imperfectly known; of
which but comparatively a very small part has been cultivated. During
the last eight or ten years, ten or twelve thousand immigrants,
chiefly Coolies from Madras and Calcutta, have been brought into
Trinidad, forming now above an eighth part of its entire population;
and the consequence has been that in two years, from 1855, namely,
to 1857, its imports were increased by one-third, and its exports
by two-thirds! In other words, it produced, with its Coolies, three
hogsheads of sugar, where without them it only produced one. The
difference is of course that between absolute distress and absolute
prosperity. Such having hitherto been the result of immigration into
Trinidad, such also having been the result in British Guiana, it does
appear singular that men should congregate in Exeter Hall with the
view of preventing similar immigration into Jamaica!

This would be altogether unintelligible were it not that similar
causes have produced similar effects in so many other cases. Men
cannot have enough of a good thing.

Exactly the same process has taken place with reference to criminals
in England. Some few years since we ill used them, stowed them away
in unwholesome holes, gave them bad food for their bodies and none
for their minds, and did our best to send them devilwards rather than
Godwards. Philanthropists have now remedied this, and we are very
much obliged to them. But the philanthropists will not be content
unless they be allowed to pack all their criminals up in lavender.
They must be treated not only as men, but much better than men of
their own class who are not criminal.

In this matter of the <DW64>s, the good thing is <DW64>-protection,
and our friends cannot have enough of that. The <DW64>s in being
slaves were ill used; and now it is not enough that they should all
be made free, but each should be put upon his own soft couch, with
rose-leaves on which to lie. Now your Sybarite <DW64>, when closely
looked at, is not a pleasing object. Distance may doubtless lend
enchantment to the view.

As my sojourn in Trinidad did not amount to two entire days, I do not
feel myself qualified to give a detailed description of the whole
island. Very few, I imagine, are so qualified, for much of it is
unknown; there is a great want of roads, and a large proportion of it
has, I believe, never been properly surveyed.

Immediately round Port of Spain the country is magnificent, and the
views from the town itself are very lovely. Exactly behind the town,
presuming the sea to be the front, is the Savanah, a large enclosed,
park-like piece of common, the race-course and Hyde Park of Trinidad.
I was told that the drive round it was three English miles in length;
but if it be so much, the little pony which took me that drive in a
hired buggy must have been a fast trotter.

On the further side of this lives the Governor of the island,
immediately under the hills. When I was there the Governor's real
house was being repaired, and the great man was living in a cottage
hard by. Were I that great man I should be tempted to wish that
my great house might always be under repair, for I never saw a
more perfect specimen of a pretty spacious cottage, opening as a
cottage should do on all sides and in every direction, with a great
complexity as to doors and windows, and a delicious facility of
losing one's way. And then the necessary freedom from boredom,
etiquette, and Governor's grandeur, so hated by Governors themselves,
which must necessarily be brought about by such a residence! I could
almost wish to be a Governor myself, if I might be allowed to live in
such a cottage.

On the other side of the Savanah nearest to the town, and directly
opposite to those lovely hills, are a lot of villa residences, and it
would be impossible, I imagine, to find a more lovely site in which
to fix one's house. With the Savanah for a foreground, the rising
gardens behind the Governor's house in the middle distance, and a
panorama of magnificent hills in the back of the picture, it is
hardly within the compass of a man's eye and imagination to add
anything to the scene. I had promised to call on Major ----, who was
then, and perhaps is still, in command of the detachment of white
troops in Trinidad, and I found him and his young wife living in this
spot.

"And yet you abuse Trinidad," I said, pointing to the view.

"Oh! people can't live altogether upon views," she answered; "and
besides, we have to go back to the barracks. The yellow fever is over
now."

The only place at which I came across any vestiges of the yellow
fever was at Trinidad. There it had been making dreadful havoc, and
chiefly among the white soldiers. My visit was in March, and the
virulence of the disease was then just over. It had been raging,
therefore, not in the summer but during the winter months. Indeed,
as far as I could learn, summer and winter had very little to do
with the matter. The yellow fever pays its visit in some sort
periodically, though its periods are by no means understood. But it
pays them at any time of the year that may suit itself.

At this time a part of the Savanah was covered with tents, to which
the soldiers had been moved out of their barracks. The barracks are
lower down, near the shore, at a place called St. James, and the
locality is said to be wretchedly unhealthy. At any rate, the men
were stricken with fever there, and the proportion of them that died
was very great. I believe, indeed, that hardly any recovered of those
on whom the fever fell with any violence. They were then removed into
these tents, and matters began to mend. They were now about to return
to their barracks, and were, I was told, as unwilling to do so as my
fair friend was to leave her pretty house.

If it be necessary to send white troops to the West Indies--and I
take it for granted that it is necessary--care at any rate should
be taken to select for their barracks sites as healthy as may be
found. It certainly seems that this has not been done at Trinidad.
They are placed very low, and with hills immediately around them.
The good effect produced by removing them to the Savanah--a
very inconsiderable distance; not, as I think, much exceeding a
mile--proves what may be done by choosing a healthy situation. But
why should not the men be taken up to the mountains, as has been done
with the white soldiers in Jamaica? There they are placed in barracks
some three or four thousand feet above the sea, and are perfectly
healthy. This cannot be done in Barbados, for there are no mountains
to which to take them. But in Trinidad it may be done, quite as
easily, and indeed at a lesser distance, and therefore with less cost
for conveyance, than in Jamaica.

At the first glance one would be inclined to say that white troops
would not be necessary in the West Indies, as we have regiments of
black soldiers, <DW64>s dressed in Zouave costume, specially trained
for the service; but it seems that there is great difficulty in
getting these regiments filled. Why should a <DW64> enlist any more
than work? Are there not white men enough--men and brothers--to do
the somewhat disagreeable work of soldiering for him? Consequently,
except in Barbados, it is difficult to get recruits. Some men have
been procured from the coast of Africa, but our philanthropy is
interfering even with this supply. Then the recruiting officers
enlisted Coolies, and these men made excellent soldiers; but when
interfered with or punished, they had a nasty habit of committing
suicide, a habit which it was quite possible the <DW64> soldier might
himself assume; and therefore no more Coolies are to be enlisted.

Under such circumstances white men must, I presume, do the work. A
shilling a day is an object to them, and they are slow to blow out
their own brains; but they should not be barracked in swamps, or made
to live in an air more pestilential than necessary.

My hostess, the lady to whom I have alluded, had been attacked most
virulently by the yellow fever, and I had heard in the other islands
that she was dead. Her case had indeed been given up as hopeless.

On the morning after my arrival I took a ride of some sixteen miles
through the country before breakfast, and the same lady accompanied
me. "We must start very early," she said; "so as to avoid the heat.
I will have coffee at half-past four, and we will be on horseback at
five."

I have had something to say as to early hours in the West Indies
before, and hardly credited this. A morning start at five usually
means half-past seven, and six o'clock is a generic term for moving
before nine. So I meekly asked whether half-past four meant half-past
four. "No," said the husband. "Yes," said the wife. So I went away
declaring that I would present myself at the house at any rate not
after five.

And so I did, according to my own very excellent watch, which had
been set the day before by the ship's chronometer. I rode up to
the door two minutes before five, perfectly certain that I should
have the pleasure of watching the sun's early manoeuvres for at
least an hour. But, alas! my friend had been waiting for me in her
riding-habit for more than that time. Our watches were frightfully at
variance. It was perfectly clear to me that the Trinidadians do not
take the sun for their guide as to time. But in such a plight as was
then mine, a man cannot go into his evidence and his justification.
My only plea was for mercy; and I hereby take it on myself to say
that I do not know that I ever kept any lady waiting before--except
my wife.

At five to the moment--by my watch--we started, and I certainly never
rode for three hours through more lovely scenery. At first, also, it
was deliciously cool, and as our road lay entirely through woods,
it was in every way delightful. We went back into the hills, and
returned again towards the sea-shore over a break in one of the spurs
of the mountain called the Saddle; from whence we had a distant view
into the island, as fine as any view I ever saw without the adjunct
of water.

I should imagine that a tour through the whole of Trinidad would
richly repay the trouble, though, indeed, it would be troublesome.
The tourist must take his own provisions, unless, indeed, he provided
himself by means of his gun, and must take also his bed. The
musquitoes, too, are very vexatious in Trinidad, though I hardly
think that they come up in venom to their brethren in British Guiana.

The first portion of our ride was delightful; but on our return we
came down upon a hot, dusty road, and then the loss of that hour
in the morning was deeply felt. I think that up to that time I had
never encountered such heat, and certainly had never met with a more
disagreeable, troublesome amount of dust, all which would have been
avoided had I inquired over-night into the circumstances of the
Trinidad watches. But the lady said never a word, and so heaped
coals of fire on my head in addition to the consuming flames of that
ever-to-be-remembered sun.

As Trinidad is an English colony, one's first idea is that the people
speak English; and one's second idea, when that other one as to the
English has fallen to the ground, is that they should speak Spanish,
seeing that the name of the place is Spanish. But the fact is that
they all speak French; and, out of the town, but few of the natives
speak anything else. Whether a Parisian would admit this may be
doubted; but he would have to acknowledge that it was a French
patois.

And the religion is Roman Catholic. The island of course did belong
to France, and in manners, habits, language, and religion is still
French. There is a Roman Catholic archbishop resident in Trinidad,
who is, I believe, at present an Italian. We pay him, I have been
told, some salary, which he declines to take for his own use, but
applies to purposes of charity. There is a Roman Catholic cathedral
in Port of Spain, and a very ugly building it is.

The form of government also is different from that, or rather those,
which have been adopted in the other West Indian colonies, such
as Jamaica, Barbados, and British Guiana. As this was a conquered
colony, the people of the island are not allowed to have so potent
a voice in their own management. They have no House of Commons or
Legislative Assembly, but take such rules or laws as may be necessary
for their guidance direct from the Crown. The Governor, however, is
assisted by a council, in which sit the chief executive officers in
the island. That the fact of the colony having been conquered need
preclude it from the benefit (?) of self-government, one does not
clearly see. But one does see clearly enough, that as they are French
in language and habits, and Roman Catholic in religion, they would
make even a worse hash of it than the Jamaicans do in Jamaica.

And it is devoutly to be hoped, for the island's sake, that it may be
long before it is endowed with a constitution. It would be impossible
now-a-days to commence a legislature in the system of electing which
all but white men should be excluded from voting. Nor would there be
white men enough to carry on an election. And may Providence defend
my friends there from such an assembly as would be returned by French
<DW64>s and hybrid mulattoes!

A scientific survey has just been completed of this island, with
reference to its mineral productions, and the result has been to
show that it contains a very large quantity of coal. I was fortunate
enough to meet one of the gentlemen by whom this was done, and he was
kind enough to put into my hand a paper showing the exact result of
their investigation. But, unfortunately, the paper was so learned,
and I was so ignorant, that I could not understand one word of it.
The whole matter also was explained to me verbally, but not in
language adapted to my child-like simplicity. So I am not able to say
whether the coal be good or bad--whether it would make a nice, hot,
crackling, Christmas fire, or fly away in slaty flakes and dirty
dust. It is a pity that science cannot be made to recognize the depth
of unscientific ignorance.

There is also here in Trinidad a great pitch lake, of which all the
world has heard, and out of which that indefatigable old hero, Lord
Dundonald, tried hard to make wax candles and oil for burning. The
oil and candles, indeed, he did make, but not, I fear, the money
which should have been consequent upon their fabrication. I have no
doubt, however, that in time we shall all have our wax candles from
thence; for Lord Dundonald is one of those men who are born to do
great deeds of which others shall reap the advantages. One of these
days his name will be duly honoured, for his conquests as well as for
his candles.

And so I speedily took my departure, and threaded my way back again
through the Bocas, in that most horrid of all steam-vessels, the
'Prince.'




CHAPTER XV.

ST. THOMAS.


All persons travelling in the West Indies have so much to do with the
island of St. Thomas, that I must devote a short chapter to it. My
circumstances with reference to it were such that I was compelled to
remain there a longer time, putting all my visits together, than in
any other of the islands except Jamaica.

The place belongs to the Danes, who possess also the larger and much
more valuable island of Santa Cruz, as they do also the small island
of St. Martin. These all lie among the Virgin Islands, and are
considered as belonging to that thick cluster. As St. Thomas at
present exists, it is of considerable importance. It is an emporium,
not only for many of the islands, but for many also of the places on
the coast of South and Central America. Guiana, Venezuela, and New
Granada, deal there largely. It is a depot for cigars, light dresses,
brandy, boots, and Eau de Cologne. Many men therefore of many nations
go thither to make money, and they do make it. These are men,
generally not of the tenderest class, or who have probably been
nursed in much early refinement. Few men will select St. Thomas as a
place of residence from mere unbiassed choice and love of the locale.
A wine merchant in London, doing a good trade there, would hardly
give up that business with the object of personally opening an
establishment in this island: nor would a well-to-do milliner leave
Paris with the same object. Men who settle at St. Thomas have most
probably roughed it elsewhere unsuccessfully.

These St. Thomas tradesmen do make money I believe, and it is
certainly due to them that they should do so. Things ought not, if
possible, to be all bad with any man; and I cannot imagine what good
can accrue to a man at St. Thomas if it be not the good of amassing
money. It is one of the hottest and one of the most unhealthy spots
among all these hot and unhealthy regions. I do not know whether I
should not be justified in saying that of all such spots it is the
most hot and the most unhealthy.

I have said in a previous chapter that the people one meets there may
be described as an Hispano-Dano-Niggery-Yankee-doodle population. In
this I referred not only to the settlers, but to those also who are
constantly passing through it. In the shops and stores, and at the
hotels, one meets the same mixture. The Spanish element is of course
strong, for Venezuela, New Granada, Central America, and Mexico
are all Spanish, as also is Cuba. The people of these lands speak
Spanish, and hereabouts are called Spaniards. To the Danes the island
belongs. The soldiers, officials, and custom-house people are Danes.
They do not, however, mix much with their customers. They affect,
I believe, to say that the island is overrun and destroyed by these
strange comers, and that they would as lief be without such visitors.
If they are altogether indifferent to money making, such may be the
case. The labouring people are all black--if these blacks can be
called a labouring people. They do coal the vessels at about a dollar
a day each--that is, when they are so circumstanced as to require a
dollar. As to the American element, that is by no means the slightest
or most retiring. Dollars are going there, and therefore it is of
course natural that Americans should be going also. I saw the other
day a map, "The United States as they now are, and in prospective;"
and it included all these places--Mexico, Central America, Cuba, St.
Domingo, and even poor Jamaica. It may be that the man who made the
map understood the destiny of his country; at any rate, he understood
the tastes of his countrymen.

All these people are assembled together at St. Thomas, because St.
Thomas is the meeting-place and central depot of the West Indian
steam-packets. That reason can be given easily enough; but why St.
Thomas should be the meeting-place of these packets,--I do not know
who can give me the reason for that arrangement. Tortola and Virgin
Gorda, two of the Virgin islands, both belong to ourselves, and are
situated equally well for the required purpose as is St. Thomas. I
am told also, that at any rate one, probably at both, good harbour
accommodation is to be found. It is certain that in other respects
they are preferable. They are not unhealthy, as is St. Thomas; and,
as I have said above, they belong to ourselves. My own opinion is
that Jamaica should be the head-quarters of these packets; but the
question is one which will not probably be interesting to the reader
of these pages.

"They cannot understand at home why we dislike the inter-colonial
work so much," said the captain of one of the steam-ships to me. By
inter-colonial work he meant the different branch services from St.
Thomas. "They do not comprehend at home what it is for a man to be
burying one young officer after another; to have them sent out, and
then to see them mown down in that accursed hole of a harbour by
yellow fever. Such a work is not a very pleasant one."

Indeed this was true. The life cannot be a very pleasant one.
These captains themselves and their senior officers are doubtless
acclimated. The yellow fever may reach them, but their chance of
escape is tolerably good; but the young lads who join the service,
and who do so at an early age, have at the first commencement of
their career to make St. Thomas their residence, as far as they have
any residence. They live of course on board their ships; but the
peculiarity of St. Thomas is this; that the harbour is ten times
more fatal than the town. It is that hole, up by the coaling wharves,
which sends so many English lads to the grave. If this be so, this
alone, I think, constitutes a strong reason why St. Thomas should not
be so favoured. These vessels now form a considerable fleet, and some
of them spend nearly a third of their time at this place. The number
of Englishmen so collected and endangered is sufficient to warrant us
in regarding this as a great drawback on any utility which the island
may have--if such utility there be.

But we must give even the devil his due. Seen from the water St.
Thomas is very pretty. It is not so much the scenery of the island
that pleases as the aspect of the town itself. It stands on three
hills or mounts, with higher hills, green to their summit, rising
behind them. Each mount is topped by a pleasant, cleanly edifice, and
pretty-looking houses stretch down the sides to the water's edge. The
buildings do look pretty and nice, and as though chance had arranged
them for a picture. Indeed, as seen from the harbour, the town looks
like a panorama exquisitely painted. The air is thin and transparent,
and every line shows itself clearly. As so seen the town of St.
Thomas is certainly attractive. But it is like the Dead Sea fruit;
all the charm is gone when it is tasted. Land there, and the beauty
vanishes.

The hotel at St. Thomas is quite a thing of itself. There is no fair
ground for complaint as regards the accommodation, considering where
one is, and that people do not visit St. Thomas for pleasure; but
the people that one meets there form as strange a collection as may
perhaps be found anywhere. In the first place, all languages seem
alike to them. One hears English, French, German, and Spanish spoken
all around one, and apparently it is indifferent which. The waiters
seem to speak them all.

The most of these guests I take it--certainly a large proportion of
them--are residents of the place, who board at the inn. I have been
there for a week at a time, and it seemed that all then around me
were so. There were ladies among them, who always came punctually to
their meals, and went through the long course of breakfast and long
course of dinner with admirable perseverance. I never saw eating to
equal that eating. When I was there the house was always full; but
the landlord told me that he found it very hard to make money, and
I can believe it.

A hot climate, it is generally thought, interferes with the appetite,
affects the gastric juices with lassitude, gives to the stomach some
of the apathy of the body, and lessens at any rate the consumption
of animal food. That charge cannot be made against the air of St.
Thomas. To whatever sudden changes the health may be subject, no
lingering disinclination for food affects it. Men eat there as though
it were the only solace of their life, and women also. Probably it is
so.

They never talk at meals. A man and his wife may interchange a word
or two as to the dishes; or men coming from the same store may
whisper a syllable as to their culinary desires; but in an ordinary
way there is no talking. I myself generally am not a mute person at
my meals; and having dined at sundry tables d'hote, have got over in
a great degree that disinclination to speak to my neighbour which is
attributed--I believe wrongly--to Englishmen. But at St. Thomas I
took it into my head to wait till I was spoken to, and for a week
I sat, twice daily, between the same persons without receiving or
speaking a single word.

I shall not soon forget the stout lady who sat opposite to me, and
who was married to a little hooked-nosed Jew, who always accompanied
her. Soup, fish, and then meat is the ordinary rule at such banquets;
but here the fashion is for the guests, having curried favour with
the waiters, to get their plates of food brought in and put round
before them in little circles; so that a man while taking his soup
may contemplate his fish and his roast beef, his wing of fowl, his
allotment of salad, his peas and potatoes, his pudding, pie, and
custard, and whatever other good things a benevolent and well-fee'd
waiter may be able to collect for him. This somewhat crowds the
table, and occasionally it becomes necessary for the guest to guard
his treasures with an eagle's eye;--hers also with an eagle's eye,
and sometimes with an eagle's talon.

This stout lady was great on such occasions. "A bit of that," she
would exclaim, with head half turned round, as a man would pass
behind her with a dish, while she was in the very act of unloading
within her throat a whole knifeful charged to the hilt. The efforts
which at first affected me as almost ridiculous advanced to the
sublime as dinner went on. There was no shirking, no half measures,
no slackened pace as the breath became short. The work was daily done
to the final half-pound of cheese.

Cheese and jelly, guava jelly, were always eaten together. This I
found to be the general fashion of St. Thomas. Some men dipped their
cheese in jelly; some ate a bit of jelly and then a bit of cheese;
some topped up with jelly and some topped up with cheese, all having
it on their plates together. But this lady--she must have spent years
in acquiring the exercise--had a knack of involving her cheese in
jelly, covering up by a rapid twirl of her knife a bit about an inch
thick, so that no cheesy surface should touch her palate, and then
depositing the parcel, oh, ever so far down, without dropping above a
globule or two of the covering on her bosom.

Her lord, the Israelite, used to fight hard too; but the battle was
always over with him long before the lady showed even a sign of
distress. He was one of those flashy weedy animals that make good
running for a few yards and are then choked off. She was game up to
the winning-post. There were many animals running at those races,
but she might have given all the others the odds of a pound of solid
food, and yet have beaten them.

But then, to see her rise from the table! Well; pace and extra weight
together will distress the best horse that ever was shod!

Over and above this I found nothing of any general interest at St.
Thomas.




CHAPTER XVI.

NEW GRANADA, AND THE ISTHMUS OF PANAMA.


It is probably known to all that New Granada is the most northern of
the republics of South America; or it should rather be said that it
is the state nearest to the isthmus, of which indeed it comprehends
a considerable portion; the territory of the Gulf of Darien and the
district of Panama all being within the limits of New Granada.

It was, however, but the other day that New Granada formed only a
part of the republic of Columbia, the republic of which Bolivar was
the hero. As the inhabitants of Central America found it necessary to
break up their state into different republics, so also did the people
of Columbia. The heroes and patriots of Caracas and Quito could not
consent to be governed from Bogota; and therefore three states were
formed out of one. They are New Granada, with its capital of Bogota;
Venezuela, with its capital of Caracas, lying exactly to the east of
New Granada; and Ecuador--the state, that is, of Equator--lying to
the south of New Granada, having its seaport at Guayaquil on the
Pacific, with Quito, its chief city, exactly on the line.

The district of Columbia was one of the grandest appanages of the
Spanish throne when the appanages of the Spanish throne were grand
indeed. The town and port of Cartagena, on the Atlantic, were
admirably fortified, as was also Panama on the Pacific. Its interior
cities were populous, flourishing, and, for that age, fairly
civilized. Now the whole country has received the boon of Utopian
freedom; and the mind loses itself in contemplating to what lowest
pitch of human degradation the people will gradually fall.

Civilization here is retrograding. Men are becoming more ignorant
than their fathers, are learning to read less, to know less, to
have fewer aspirations of a high order; to care less for truth and
justice, to have more and more of the contentment of a brute,--that
contentment which comes from a full belly and untaxed sinews; or even
from an empty belly, so long as the sinews be left idle.

To what this will tend a prophet in these days can hardly see; or
rather none less than a prophet can pretend to see. That those
lands which the Spaniards have occupied, and to a great extent made
Spanish, should have no higher destiny than that which they have
already accomplished, I can hardly bring myself to think. That their
unlimited fertility and magnificent rivers should be given for
nothing; that their power of producing all that man wants should be
intended for no use, I cannot believe. At present, however, it would
seem that Providence has abandoned it. It is making no progress. Land
that was cultivated is receding from cultivation; cities that were
populous are falling into ruins; and men are going back into animals,
under the influence of unlimited liberty and universal suffrage.

In 1851 emancipation from slavery was finally established in New
Granada; and so far, doubtless, a good deed was done. But it was
established at the same time that every man, emancipated slave or
other, let him be an industrial occupier of land, or idle occupier of
nothing, should have an equal vote in electing presidents and members
of the Federal Congress, and members of the Congress of the different
states; that, in short, all men should be equal for all state
purposes. And the result, as may be supposed, is not gratifying.
As far as I am able to judge, a <DW64> has not generally those
gifts of God which enable one man to exercise rule and masterdom
over his fellow-men. I myself should object strongly to be
represented, say in the city of London, by any black man that I
ever saw. "The unfortunate <DW65> gone masterless," whom Carlyle so
tenderly commiserates, has not strong ideas of the duties even of
self-government, much less of the government of others. Universal
suffrage in such hands can hardly lead to good results. Let him at
any rate have first saved some sixty pounds in a savings-bank, or
made himself undoubted owner--an easy thing in New Granada--of a
forty-shilling freehold!

Not that pure-blooded <DW64>s are common through the whole of New
Granada. At Panama and the adjacent districts they are so; but in the
other parts of the republic they are, I believe, few in number. At
Santa Martha, where I first landed, I saw few, if any. And yet the
trace of the <DW64>s, the woolly hair and flat nose, were common
enough, mixed always with Indian blood, and of course to a great
extent with Spanish blood also.

This Santa Martha is a wretched village--a city it is there
called--at which we, with intense cruelty, maintain a British Consul,
and a British post-office. There is a cathedral there of the old
Spanish order, with the choir removed from the altar down towards the
western door; and there is, I was informed, a bishop. But neither
bishop nor cathedral were in any way remarkable. There is there
a governor of the province, some small tradesman, who seemed to
exercise very few governing functions. It may almost be said that no
trade exists in the place, which seemed indeed to be nearly dead. A
few black or nearly black children run about the streets in a state
almost of nudity; and there are shops, from the extremities of which,
as I was told, crinoline and hats laden with bugles may be extracted.

"Every one of my predecessors here died of fever," said the Consul to
me, in a tone of triumph. What could a man say to him on so terribly
mortal a subject? "And my wife has been down in fever thirteen
times!" Heavens, what a life! That is, as long as it is life.

I rode some four or five miles into the country to visit the house in
which Bolivar died. It is a deserted little country villa or chateau,
called San Pedro, standing in a farm-yard, and now containing no
other furniture than a marble bust of the Dictator, with a few
wretchedly  French prints with cracked glass plates. The bust
is not a bad one, and seems to have a solemn and sad meaning in its
melancholy face, standing there in its solitary niche in the very
room in which the would-be liberator died.

For Bolivar had grand ideas of freedom, though doubtless he had
grand ideas also of personal power and pre-eminence; as has been the
case with most of those who have moved or professed to move in the
vanguard of liberty. To free mankind from all injurious thraldom is
the aspiration of such men; but who ever thought that obedience to
himself was a thraldom that could be injurious?

And here in this house, on the 17th December, 1830, Bolivar died,
broken-hearted, owing his shelter to charity, and relieved in his
last wants by the hands of strangers to his country. When the breath
was out of him and he was well dead, so that on such a matter he
himself could probably have no strong wish in any direction, they
took away his body, of course with all honour, to the district that
gave him birth, and that could afford to be proud of him now that
he was dead;--into Venezuela and reburied him at Caracas. But dying
poverty and funeral honours have been the fate of great men in other
countries besides Columbia.

"And why did you come to visit such a region as this?" asked Bolivar,
when dying, of a Frenchman to whom in his last days he was indebted
for much. "For freedom," said the Frenchman. "For freedom!" said
Bolivar. "Then let me tell you that you have missed your mark
altogether; you could hardly have turned in a worse direction."

Our ride from Santa Martha to the house had been altogether between
bushes, among which we saw but small signs of cultivation. Round
the house I saw none. On my return I learnt that the place was the
property of a rich man who possessed a large estate in its vicinity.
"But will nothing grow there?" I asked. "Grow there! yes; anything
would grow there. Some years since the whole district was covered
with sugar-canes." But since the emancipation in 1851 it had become
impossible to procure labour; men could not be got to work; and so
bush had grown up, and the earth gave none of her increase; except
indeed where half-caste Indians squatted here and there, and made
provision grounds.

I then went on to Cartagena. This is a much better town than
Santa Martha, though even this is in its decadence. It was once a
flourishing city, great in commerce and strong in war. It was taken
by the English, not however without signal reverses on our part, and
by the special valour--so the story goes--of certain sailors who
dragged a single gun to the summit of a high abrupt hill called the
"Papa," which commands the town. If the thermometer stood in those
days as high at Cartagena as it does now, pretty nearly through the
whole of the year, those sailors ought to have had the Victoria
cross. But these deeds were done long years ago, in the time of Drake
and his followers; and Victoria crosses were then chiefly kept for
the officers.

The harbour at Cartagena is singularly circumstanced. There are two
entrances to it, one some ten miles from the city and the other close
to it. This nearer aperture was blocked up by the Spaniards, who sank
ships across the mouth; and it has never been used or usable since.
The present entrance is very strongly fortified. The fortifications
are still there, bristling down to the water's edge; or they would
bristle, were it not that all the guns have been sold for the value
of the brass metal.

Cartagena was hotter even than Santa Martha; but the place is by no
means so desolate and death-like. The shops there are open to the
streets, as shops are in other towns. Men and women may occasionally
be seen about the square; and there is a trade,--in poultry if in
nothing else.

There is a cathedral here also, and I presume a bishop. The former
is built after the Spanish fashion, and boasts a so-called handsome,
large, marble pulpit. That it is large and marble, I confess; but
I venture to question its claims to the other epithet. There are
pictures also in the cathedral; of spirits in a state of torture
certainly; and if I rightly remember of beatified spirits also.
But in such pictures the agonies of the damned always excite more
attention and a keener remembrance than the ecstasies of the blest.
I cannot say that the artist had come up either to the spirit of Fra
Angelico, or to the strength of Orcagna.

At Cartagena I encountered a family of native ladies and gentlemen,
who were journeying from Bogota to Peru. Looking at the map, one
would say that the route from Bogota to Buena-ventura on the Pacific
was both easy and short. The distance as the crow flies--the condor I
should perhaps more properly say--would not be much over two hundred
miles. And yet this family, of whom one was an old woman, had come
down to Cartagena, having been twenty days on the road, having from
thence a long sea journey to the isthmus, thence the passage over
it to Panama, and then the journey down the Pacific! The fact of
course is that there are no means of transit in the country except on
certain tracks, very few in number; and that even on these all motion
is very difficult. Bogota is about three hundred and seventy miles
from Cartagena, and the journey can hardly be made in less than
fourteen days.

From Cartagena I went on to the isthmus; the Isthmus of Panama, as
it is called by all the world, though the American town of Aspinwall
will gradually become the name best known in connexion with the
passage between the two oceans.

This passage is now made by a railway which has been opened by an
American company between the town of Aspinwall, or Colon, as it is
called in England, and the city of Panama. Colon is the local name
for this place, which also bears the denomination of Navy Bay in
the language of sailors. But our friends from Yankee-land like to
carry things with a high hand, and to have a nomenclature of their
own. Here, as their energy and their money and their habits are
undoubtedly in the ascendant, they will probably be successful; and
the place will be called Aspinwall in spite of the disgust of the New
Granadians, and the propriety of the English, who choose to adhere to
the names of the existing government of the country.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and Colon or Aspinwall
will be equally vile however you may call it. It is a wretched,
unhealthy, miserably situated but thriving little American town,
created by and for the railway and the passenger traffic which comes
here both from Southampton and New York. That from New York is of
course immensely the greatest, for this is at present the main route
to San Francisco and California.

I visited the place three times, for I passed over the isthmus on my
way to Costa Rica, and on my return from that country I went again to
Panama, and of course back to Colon. I can say nothing in its favour.
My only dealing there was with a washerwoman, and I wish I could
place before my readers a picture of my linen in the condition in
which it came back from that artist's hands. I confess that I sat
down and shed bitter tears. In these localities there are but two
luxuries of life, iced soda-water and clean shirts. And now I was
debarred from any true enjoyment of the latter for more than a
fortnight.

The Panama railway is certainly a great fact, as men now-a-days say
when anything of importance is accomplished. The necessity of some
means of passing the isthmus, and the question as to the best means,
has been debated since, I may say, the days of Cortes. Men have
foreseen that it would become a necessity to the world that there
should be some such transit, and every conceivable point of the
isthmus has, at some period or by some nation, been selected as the
best for the purpose. This railway is certainly the first that can
be regarded as a properly organized means of travelling; and it may
be doubted whether it will not remain as the best, if not the only
permanent mode of transit.

Very great difficulty was experienced in erecting this line. In the
first place, it was necessary that terms should be made with the
government of the country through which the line should pass, and to
effect this it was expedient to hold out great inducements. Among
the chief of these is an understanding that the whole line shall
become the absolute property of the New Granadian government when it
shall have been opened for forty-nine years. But who can tell what
government will prevail in New Granada in forty-nine years? It is not
impossible that the whole district may then be an outlying territory
belonging to the United States. At any rate, I should imagine that
it is very far from the intention of the American company to adhere
with rigid strictness to this part of the bargain. Who knows what may
occur between this and the end of the century?

And when these terms were made there was great difficulty in
obtaining labour. The road had to be cut through one continuous
forest, and for the greater part of the way along the course of the
Chagres river. Nothing could be more unhealthy than such work, and in
consequence the men died very rapidly. The high rate of wages enticed
many Irishmen here, but most of them found their graves amidst the
works. Chinese were tried, but they were quite inefficacious for such
labour, and when distressed had a habit of hanging themselves. The
most useful men were to be got from the coast round Cartagena, but
they were enticed thither only by very high pay.

The whole road lies through trees and bushes of thick tropical
growth, and is in this way pretty and interesting. But there is
nothing wonderful in the scenery, unless to one who has never before
witnessed tropical forest scenery. The growth here is so quick that
the strip of ground closely adjacent to the line, some twenty yards
perhaps on each side, has to be cleared of timber and foliage every
six months. If left for twelve months the whole would be covered with
thick bushes, twelve feet high. At intervals of four and a half miles
there are large wooden houses--pretty-looking houses they are, built
with much taste,--in each of which a superintendent with a certain
number of labourers resides. These men are supplied with provisions
and all necessaries by the company. For there are no villages
here in which workmen can live, no shops from which they can supply
themselves, no labour which can be hired as it may be wanted.

From this it may be imagined that the line is maintained at a great
cost. But, nevertheless, it already pays a dividend of twelve and
a half per cent. So much at least is acknowledged; but those who
pretend to understand the matter declare that the real profit
accruing to the shareholders is hardly less than five-and-twenty
per cent. The sum charged for the passage is extremely high, being
twenty-five dollars, or five pounds for a single ticket. The distance
is under fifty miles. And there is no class but the one. Everybody
passing over the isthmus, if he pay his fare, must pay twenty-five
dollars. Steerage passengers from New York to San Francisco are at
present booked through for fifty dollars. This includes their food
on the two sea voyages, which are on an average of about eleven days
each. And yet out of this fifty dollars twenty-five are paid to the
railway for this conveyance over fifty miles! The charge for luggage,
too, is commensurately high. The ordinary kit of a travelling
Englishman--a portmanteau, bag, desk, and hat-box--would cost two
pounds ten shillings over and above his own fare.

But at the same time, nothing can be more liberal than the general
management of the line. On passengers journeying from New York to
California, or from Southampton to Chili and Peru, their demand no
doubt is very high. But to men of all classes, merely travelling from
Aspinwall to Panama for pleasure--or, apparently, on business, if
travelling only between those two places,--free tickets are given
almost without restriction. One train goes each way daily, and as a
rule most of the passengers are carried free, except on those days
when packets have arrived at either terminus. On my first passage
over I paid my fare, for I went across with other passengers out of
the mail packet. But on my return the superintendent not only gave me
a ticket, but asked me whether I wanted others for any friends. The
line is a single line throughout.

Panama has doubtless become a place of importance to Englishmen
and Americans, and its name is very familiar to our ears. But
nevertheless it is a place whose glory has passed away. It was a
large Spanish town, strongly fortified, with some thirty thousand
inhabitants. Now its fortifications are mostly gone, its churches
are tumbling to the ground, its old houses have so tumbled, and its
old Spanish population has vanished. It is still the chief city of
a State, and a congress sits there. There is a governor and a judge,
and there are elections; but were it not for the passengers of the
isthmus there would soon be but little left of the city of Panama.

Here the <DW64> race abounds, and among the common people the <DW64>
traits are stronger and more marked than those either of the Indians
or Spaniards. Of Spanish blood among the natives of the surrounding
country there seems to be but little. The <DW64>s here are of course
free, free to vote for their own governors, and make their own laws;
and consequently they are often very troublesome, the country people
attacking those in the town, and so on. "And is justice ultimately
done on the offenders?" I asked. "Well, sir; perhaps not justice. But
some notice is taken; and the matter is smoothed over." Such was the
answer.

There is a Spanish cathedral here also, in which I heard a very
sweet-toned organ, and one magnificent tenor voice. The old church
buildings still standing here are not without pretence, and are
interesting from the dark tawny colour of the stone, if from no
other cause. I should guess them to be some two centuries old. Their
style in many respects resembles that which is so generally odious to
an Englishman's eye and ear, under the title of Renaissance. It is
probably an offshoot of that which is called Plateresque in the south
of Spain.

During the whole time that I was at Panama the thermometer stood at
something above ninety. In Calcutta I believe it is often as high as
one hundred and ten, so that I have no right to speak of the extreme
heat. But, nevertheless, Panama is supposed to be one of the hottest
places in the western world; and I was assured, while there, that
weather so continuously hot for the twenty-four hours had not been
known during the last nine years. The rainy season should have
commenced by this time--the early part of May. But it had not done
so; and it appeared that when the rain is late, that is the hottest
period of the whole year.

The heat made me uncomfortable, but never made me ill. I lost all
pleasure in eating, and indeed in everything else. I used to feel a
craving for my food, but no appetite when it came. I was lethargic,
as though from repletion, when I did eat, and was always glad when my
watch would allow me to go to bed. But yet I was never ill.

The country round the town is pretty, and very well adapted for
riding. There are large open savanahs which stretch away for miles
and miles, and which are kept as grazing-farms for cattle. These are
not flat and plain, but are broken into undulations, and covered here
and there with forest bushes. The horses here are taught to pace,
that is, move with the two off legs together and then with the two
near legs. The motion is exceedingly gentle, and well fitted for this
hot climate, in which the rougher work of trotting would be almost
too much for the energies of debilitated mankind. The same pace is
common in Cuba, Costa Rica, and other Spanish countries in the west.

Off from Panama, a few miles distant in the western ocean, there are
various picturesque islands. On two of these are the depots of two
great steam-packet companies, that belonging to the Americans which
carries on the trade to California, and an English company whose
vessels run down the Pacific to Peru and Chili. I visited Toboga,
in which are the head-quarters of the latter. Here I found a small
English maritime colony, with a little town of their own, composed
of captains, doctors, engineers, officers, artificers, and sailors,
living together on the company's wages, and as regards the upper
classes, at tables provided by the company. But I saw there no
women of any description. I beg therefore to suggest to the company
that their servants would probably be much more comfortable if the
institution partook less of the monastic order.

If, as is probable, this becomes one of the high-roads to Australia,
then another large ship company will have to fix its quarters here.




CHAPTER XVII.

CENTRAL AMERICA--PANAMA TO SAN JOSE.


I had intended to embark at Panama in the American steam-ship
'Columbus' for the coast of Central America. In that case I should
have gone to San Juan del Sur, a port in Nicaragua, and made my way
from thence across the lake, down the river San Juan to San Juan del
Norte, now called Greytown, on the Atlantic. But I learnt that the
means of transit through Nicaragua had been so utterly destroyed--as
I shall by-and-by explain--that I should encounter great delay in
getting across the lake; and as I found that one of our men-of-war
steamers, the 'Vixen,' was immediately about to start from Panama
to Punta-arenas, on the coast of Costa Rica, I changed my mind, and
resolved on riding through Costa Rica to Greytown. And accordingly
I did ride through Costa Rica.

My first work was to make petition for a passage in the 'Vixen,'
which was accorded to me without difficulty. But even had I failed
here, I should have adhered to the same plan. The more I heard of
Costa Rica, the more I was convinced that that republic was better
worth a visit than Nicaragua. At this time I had in my hands a
pamphlet written by M. Belly, a Frenchman, who is, or says that he
is, going to make a ship canal from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
According to him the only Paradise now left on earth is in this
republic of Costa Rica. So I shipped myself on board the 'Vixen.'

I had never before been on the waters of the Pacific. Now when one
premeditates one's travels, sitting by the domestic fireside, one
is apt to think that all those advancing steps into new worlds will
be taken with some little awe, some feeling of amazement at finding
oneself in very truth so far distant from Hyde Park Corner. The
Pacific! I was absolutely there, on the ocean in which lie the
Sandwich Islands, Queen Pomare, and the Cannibals! But no; I had no
such feeling. My only solicitude was whether my clean shirts would
last me on to the capital of Costa Rica.

And in travelling these are the things which really occupy the mind.
Where shall I sleep? Is there anything to eat? Can I have my clothes
washed? At Panama I did have my clothes washed in a very short space
of time; but I had to pay a shilling apiece for them all round. In
all these ports, in New Granada, Central America, and even throughout
the West Indies, the luxury which is the most expensive in proportion
to its cost in Europe is the washing of clothes--the most expensive,
as it is also the most essential.

But I must not omit to say that before shipping myself in the
'Vixen' I called on the officers on board the United States frigate
'Merrimac,' and was shown over that vessel. I am not a very good
judge of ships, and can only say that the officers were extremely
civil, the sherry very good, and the guns very large. They were
coaling, the captain told me, and he professed to be very much
ashamed of the dirt. Had I not been told so I should not have known
that the ship was dirty.

The 'Merrimac,' though rated only as a frigate, having guns on one
covered deck only, is one of their largest men-of-war, and has been
regarded by them, and by us, as a show vessel. But according to their
own account, she fails altogether as a steamer. The greatest pace her
engines will give is seven knots an hour; and this is felt to be so
insufficient for the wants of the present time, that it is intended
to take them out of her and replace them by a new set as soon as an
opportunity will allow. This will be done, although the vessel and
the engines are new. I mention this, not as reflecting in any way
disgracefully on the dockyard from whence she came; but to show that
our Admiralty is not the only one which may have to chop and change
its vessels after they are built. We hear much--too much perhaps--of
the misfortunes which attend our own navy; but of the misfortunes of
other navies we hear very little. It is a pity that we cannot have
some record of all the blunders committed at Cherbourg.

The 'Merrimac' carries the flag of Flag-officer Long, on whom also
we called. He is a fine old gentleman, with a magnificent head and
forehead, looking I should say much more like an English nobleman
than a Yankee sailor. Flag-officer Long! Who will explain to us why
the Americans of the United States should persist in calling their
senior naval officers by so awkward an appellation, seeing that the
well-known and well-sounding title of admiral is very much at their
disposal?

When I returned to the shore from the 'Merrimac' I had half an hour
to pack before I again started for the 'Vixen.' As it would be
necessary that I should return to Panama, and as whatever luggage I
now took with me would have to be carried through the whole of Costa
Rica on mules' backs, it became expedient that I should leave the
greater part of my kit behind me. Then came the painful task of
selection, to be carried out with the thermometer at ninety, and to
be completed in thirty minutes! To go or not to go had to be asked
and answered as to every shirt and pair of trousers. Oh, those weary
clothes! If a man could travel as a dog, how delightful it would be
to keep moving from year's end to year's end!

We steamed up the coast for two days quietly, placidly, and
steadily. I cannot say that the trip was a pleasant one,
remembering how intense was the heat. On one occasion we stopped
for practice-shooting, and it behoved me of course to mount the
paddle-box and see what was going on. This was at eleven in the
morning, and though it did not last for above an hour, I was brought
almost to fainting by the power of the sun.

Punta-arenas--Sandy Point--is a small town and harbour situated in
Costa Rica, near the top of the Bay of Nicoya, The sail up the bay is
very pretty, through almost endless woods stretching away from the
shores to the hills. There is, however, nothing majestic or grand
about the scenery here. There are no Andes in sight, no stupendous
mountains such as one might expect to see after coming so far to see
them. It is all pretty quiet and ordinary; and on the whole perhaps
superior to the views from the sea at Herne Bay.

The captain of the 'Vixen' had decided on going up to San Jose with
me, as at the last moment did also the master, San Jose being the
capital of Costa Rica. Our first object therefore was to hire a guide
and mules, which, with the assistance of the acting English consul,
we soon found. For even at Punta-arenas the English flag flies, and a
distressed British subject can claim protection.

It is a small village lying along a creek of the sea, inside the
sandy point from whence it is named. Considerable business is done
here in the exportation of coffee, which is the staple produce of
Costa Rica. It is sent chiefly to England; but it seemed to me that
the money-making inhabitants of Punta-arenas were mostly Americans;
men who either had been to California or who had got so far on their
road thither and then changed their minds. It is a hot, dusty,
unattractive spot, with a Yankee inn, at which men may "liquor," and
a tram railroad running for twelve miles into the country. It abounds
in oysters and beer, on which we dined before we started on our
journey.

I was thus for the first time in Central America. This continent,
if it may be so called, comprises the five republics of Guatemala,
Honduras, San Salvador, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. When this country
first broke away from Spanish rule in 1821, it was for a while
content to exist as one state, under the name of the Republic of
Guatemala; as it had been known for nearly three hundred years as
a Spanish province under the same denomination--that of Guatemala.
After a hard tussle with Mexico, which endeavoured to devour it, and
which forty years ago was more prone to annex than to be annexed,
this republic sat itself fairly going, with the city of Guatemala for
its capital. But the energies and ambition of the different races
comprised among the two million inhabitants of Central America would
not allow them to be governed except each in its own province. Some
ten years since, therefore, the five States broke asunder. Each
claimed to be sovereign and independent. Each chose its own president
and had its own capital; and consequently, as might be expected,
no part of the district in question has been able to enjoy those
natural advantages with which Providence has certainly endowed it. To
these States must be added, in counting up the countries of Central
America, British Honduras, consisting of Belize and the adjacent
district, and the Mosquito coast which so lately was under British
protection; and which is--. But here I must be silent, or I may
possibly trench upon diplomatic subjects still unsettled.

My visit was solely to Costa Rica, which has in some respects
done better than its neighbours. But this has been owing to the
circumstances of its soil and climate rather than to those of its
government, which seems to me to be as bad as any can be which
deserves that name. In Costa Rica there certainly is a government,
and a very despotic one it is.

I am not much given to the sins of dandyism, but I must own I was
not a little proud of my costume as I left Punta-arenas. We had been
told that according to the weather our ride would be either dusty or
muddy in no ordinary degree, and that any clothes which we might wear
during the journey would be utterly useless as soon as the journey
was over. Consequently we purchased for ourselves, in an American
store, short canvas smock-frocks, which would not come below the
saddle, and coarse holland trousers. What class of men may usually
wear these garments in Costa Rica I cannot say; but in England I have
seen navvies look exactly as my naval friends looked; and I flatter
myself that my appearance was quite equal to theirs. I had procured
at Panama a light straw hat, with an amazing brim, and had covered
the whole with white calico. I have before said that my beard had
become "poblada," so that on the whole I was rather gratified than
otherwise when I was assured by the storekeeper that we should
certainly be taken for three filibusters. Now the name of filibuster
means something serious in those localities, as I shall in a few
pages have to explain.

We started on our journey by railroad, for there is a tramway that
runs for twelve miles through the forest. We were dragged along on
this by an excellent mule, till our course was suddenly impeded by a
tree which had fallen across the road. But in course of time this was
removed, and in something less than three hours we found ourselves at
a saw-mill in the middle of the forest.

The first thing that met my view on stepping out of the truck was
a solitary Englishman seated on a half-sawn log of wood. Those who
remember Hood's Whims and Oddities may bear in mind a heart-rending
picture of the last man. Only that the times do not agree, I should
have said that this poor fellow must have sat for the picture. He was
undeniably an English labourer. No man of any other nation would have
had that face, or worn those clothes, or kicked his feet about in
that same awkward, melancholy humour.

He was, he said, in charge of the saw-mill, having been induced to
come out into that country for three years. According to him, it was
a wretched, miserable place. "No man," he said, "ever found himself
in worse diggings." He earned a dollar and a half a day, and with
that he could hardly buy shoes and have his clothes washed. "Why did
he not go home?" I asked. "Oh, he had come for three years, and he'd
stay his three years out--if so be he didn't die." The saw-mill was
not paying, he said; and never would pay. So that on the whole his
account of Costa Rica was not encouraging.

We had been recommended to stay the first night at a place called
Esparza, where there is a decent inn. But before we left Punta-arenas
we learnt that Don Juan Rafael Mora, the President of the Republic,
was coming down the same road with a large retinue of followers to
inaugurate the commencement of the works of the canal. He would
be on his way to meet his brother-president of the next republic,
Nicaragua, at San Juan del Sur; and at a spot some little distance
from thence this great work was to be begun at once. He and his party
were to sleep at Esparza. Therefore we decided on going on further
before we halted; and in truth at that place we did meet Don Juan and
his retinue.

As both Costa Rica and Nicaragua are chiefly of importance to the
eastern and western worlds, as being the district in which the
isthmus between the two Americas may be most advantageously pierced
by a canal--if it be ever so pierced--this subject naturally intrudes
itself into all matters concerning these countries. Till the opening
of the Panama railway the transit of passengers through Nicaragua
was immense. At present the railway has it all its own way. But the
subject, connected as it has been with that of filibustering, mingles
itself so completely with all interests in Costa Rica, that nothing
of its present doings or politics can be well understood till
something is understood on this canal subject. Sooner or later I must
write a chapter on it; and it would almost be well if the reader
would be pleased to take it out of its turn and get through it at
once. The chapter, however, cannot well be brought in till these,
recording my travels in Costa Rica, are completed.

Don Juan Mora and his retinue had arrived some hours before us, and
had nearly filled the little hotel. This was kept by a Frenchman, and
as far as provisions and beer were concerned seemed to be well kept.
Our requirements did not go beyond these. On entering the public
sitting-room a melodiously rich Irish brogue at once greeted my ears,
and I saw seated at the table, joyous in a semi-military uniform, The
O'Gorman Mahon, great as in bygone unemancipated days, when with head
erect and stentorian voice he would make himself audible to half the
County Clare. The head was still as erect, and the brogue as
unexceptionable.

He speedily introduced us to a brother-workman in the same mission,
the Prince Polignac. With the President himself I had not the honour
of making acquaintance, for he speaks only Spanish, and my tether in
that language is unfortunately very short. But the captain of the
'Vixen' was presented to him. He seemed to be a courteous little
gentleman, though rather flustered by the magnitude of the work on
which he was engaged.

There was something singular in the amalgamation of the three men who
had thus got themselves together in this place to do honour to the
coming canal. The President of the Republic, Prince Polignac, and The
O'Gorman Mahon! I could not but think of the heterogeneous heroes of
the 'Groves of Blarney.'

"There were Nicodemus, and Polyphemus,
Oliver Cromwell, and Leslie Foster."*

   [*I am not quoting the words rightly I fear; but the
   selection in the true song is miscellaneous in the same
   degree.]

"And now, boys, ate a bit of what's going, and take a dhrop of
dhrink," said The O'Gorman, patting us on the shoulders with kind
patronage. We did as we were bid, ate and drank, paid the bill, and
went our way rejoicing. That night, or the next morning rather,
at about 2 a.m., we reached a wayside inn called San Mateo, and
there rested for five or six hours. That we should obtain any such
accommodation along the road astonished me, and of such as we got we
were very glad. But it must not be supposed that it was of a very
excellent quality. We found three bedsteads in the front room into
which the door of the house opened. On these were no mattresses, not
even a palliasse. They consisted of flat boards sloping away a little
towards the feet, with some hard substance prepared for a pillow. In
the morning we got a cup of coffee without milk. For these luxuries
and for pasturage for the mules we paid about ten shillings a head.
Indeed, everything of this kind in Costa Rica is excessively dear.

Our next day's journey was a very long one, and to my companions very
fatiguing, for they had not latterly been so much on horseback as had
been the case with myself. Our first stage before breakfast was of
some five hours' duration, and from the never-ending questions put
to the guide as to the number of remaining leagues, it seemed to be
eternal. The weather also was hot, for we had not yet got into the
high lands; and a continued seat of five hours on a mule, under a
burning sun, is not refreshing to a man who is not accustomed to such
exercise; and especially is not so when he is unaccustomed to the
half-trotting, half-pacing steps of the beast. The Spaniard sits in
the saddle without moving, and generally has his saddle well stuffed
and padded, and then covered with a pillion. An Englishman disdains
so soft a seat, and endeavours to rise in his stirrup at every step
of the mule, as he would on a trotting horse at home. In these
Hispano-American countries this always provokes the ridicule of the
guide, who does not hesitate to tell the poor wretch who is suffering
in his pillory that he does not know how to ride.

With some of us the pillory was very bad, and I feared for a time
that we should hardly have been able to mount again after breakfast.
The place at which we were is called Atenas, and I must say in praise
of this modern Athens, and of the three modern Athenian girls who
waited on us, that their coffee, eggs, and grilled fowl were very
good. The houses of these people are exceedingly dirty, their modes
of living comfortless and slovenly in the extreme. But there seems to
be no lack of food, and the food is by no means of a bad description.
Along this road from Punta-arenas to San Jose we found it always
supplied in large quantities and fairly cooked. The prices demanded
for it were generally high. But then all prices are high; and it
seems that, even among the poorer classes, small sums of money are
not valued as with us. There is no copper coin. Half a rial, equal to
about threepence, is the smallest piece in use. A handful of rials
hardly seems to go further, or to be thought more of, than a handful
of pence with us; and a dollar, eight rials, ranks hardly higher in
estimation than a shilling does in England.

At last, by the gradual use of the coffee and eggs, and by the
application, external and internal, of a limited amount of brandy,
the outward and the inward men were recruited; and we once more
found ourselves on the backs of our mules, prepared for another
stage of equal duration. These evils always lessen as we become
more accustomed to them, so that when we reached a place called
Assumption, at which we were to rest for the night, we all gallantly
informed the muleteer that we were prepared to do another stage.
"Not so the mules," said the muleteer; and as his words were law,
we prepared to spend the night at Assumption.

Our road hitherto had been rising nearly the whole way, and had been
generally through a picturesque country. We ascended one long severe
hill, severe that is as a road, though to a professed climber of
mountains it would be as nothing. From the summit of this hill we had
a magnificent view down to the Pacific, Again, at a sort of fortress
through which we passed, and which must have been first placed there
by the old Spaniards to guard the hill-passes, we found a very lovely
landscape looking down into the valley. Here some show of a demand
was made for passports; but we had none to exhibit, and no opposition
was made to our progress. Except at these two places, the scenery,
which was always more or less, pretty, was never remarkable. And even
at the two points named there was nothing to equal the mountain
scenery of many countries in Europe.

What struck me most was the constant traffic on the road or track
over which we passed. I believe I may call it a road, for the produce
of the country is brought down over it in bullock carts; and I think
that in South Wales I have taken a gig over one very much of the same
description. But it is extremely rude; and only fit for solid wooden
wheels--circles, in fact, of timber--such as are used, and for the
patient, slow step of the bullocks.

But during the morning and evening hours the strings of these bullock
carts were incessant. They travel from four till ten, then rest till
three or four, and again proceed for four or five hours in the cool
of the evening. They are all laden with coffee, and the idea they
give is, that the growth of that article in Costa Rica must be much
more than sufficient to supply the whole world. For miles and miles
we met them, almost without any interval. Coffee, coffee, coffee;
coffee, coffee, coffee! It is grown in large quantities, I believe,
only in the high lands of San Jose; and all that is exported is sent
down to Punta-arenas, though by travelling this route it must either
pass across the isthmus railway at a vast cost, or else be carried
round the Horn. At present half goes one way and half the other. But
not a grain is carried, as it should all be carried, direct to the
Atlantic. When I come to speak of the road from San Jose to Greytown,
the reason for this will be understood.

The bivouacs made on the roadside by the bullock drivers for their
night and noon accommodation are very picturesque when seen filled
by the animals. A piece of flat ground is selected by the roadside,
about half an acre in size, and close to a river or some running
water. Into this one or two hundred bullocks are taken, and then
released from their carts. But they are kept yoked together to
prevent their straying. Here they are fed exclusively on sugar-canes,
which the men carry with them, and buy along the road. The drovers
patiently cut the canes up with their knives, and the beasts
patiently munch them. Neither the men nor the animals roar, as they
would with us, or squabble for the use of the water-course, or curse
their own ill luck or the good luck of their neighbours. Drivers and
driven are alike orderly, patient, and slow, spending their lives
in taking coffee down to Punta-arenas, and in cutting and munching
thousands of sugar-canes.

We passed some of those establishments by moonlight, and they looked
like large crowded fairs full of low small booths. The men, however,
do not put up tents, but sleep out in their carts.

They told me that the soil in Costa Rica was very favourable to the
sugar-cane, and I looked out to see some sugar among the coffee. But
not a hogshead came that way. We saw patches of the cane growing by
the roadside; but no more was produced than what sufficed for the
use of the proprietor himself, and for such sale as the traffic on
the road afforded. Indeed, I found that they do not make sugar,
so called, in Costa Rica, but import what they use. The article
fabricated is called by them "dulce." It comes from their hands in
ugly round brown lumps, of the consistency of brick, looking, in
truth, much more like a large brickbat than any possible saccharine
arrangement. Nevertheless, the canes are fairly good, and the juice
as sweet as that produced in first-rate sugar-growing soils.

It seemed that the only use made of this "dulce," excepting that
of sweetening the coffee of the peasants, is for distillation. A
spirit is made from it at San Jose, called by the generic name of
aguardiente; and this doubtless would give considerable impulse to
the growth of sugar-canes but for a little law made on the subject
by the present President of the republic. The President himself is a
cane-grower, and by this law it is enacted that the only person in
Costa Rica entitled to supply the distillery with dulce shall be Don
Juan Mora. Now, Don Juan Mora is the President.

Before I left the country I came across an American who was desirous
of settling there with the view of producing cocoa. "Well," said I,
"and what do you think of it?"

"Why, I like the diggings," said he; "and guess I could make things
fix well enough. But suppose the President should choose to grow all
the cocoa as well as all the gin! Where would my cacao-plants be
then?" At a discount, undoubtedly. These are the effects on a country
of despotism in a small way.

On my way into San Jose I got off my mule to look at an old peasant
making dulce, or in other words grinding his sugar-canes by the
roadside. It was done in the most primitive manner. One bullock
turned the mill, which consisted of three vertical wooden rollers.
The juice trickled into a little cistern; and as soon as the old man
found that he had enough, he baled it out and boiled it down. And yet
I imagine that as good sugar may be made in Costa Rica as in British
Guiana. But who will put his capital into a country in which the
President can pass any law he pleases on his own behalf?

In the neighbourhood of San Jose we began to come across the coffee
plantations. They certainly give the best existing proof of the
fertility and progress of the country. I had seen coffee plantations
in Jamaica, but there they are beautifully picturesque, placed like
hanging gardens on the steep mountain-sides. Some of these seem to
be almost inaccessible, and the plant always has the appearance of
being a hardy mountain shrub. But here in Costa Rica it is grown on
the plain. The secret, I presume, is that a certain temperature is
necessary, and that this is afforded by a certain altitude from
the sea. In Jamaica this altitude is only to be found among the
mountains, but it is attained in Costa Rica on the high plains of the
interior.

And then we jogged slowly into San Jose on the third day after our
departure from Punta-arenas. Slowly, sorely, and with minds much
preoccupied, we jogged into San Jose. On leaving the saw-mill at the
end of the tramway my two friends had galloped gallantly away into
the forest, as though a brave heart and a sharp pair of spurs would
have sufficed to carry them right through to their journey's end. But
the muleteer with his pony and the baggage-mule then lingered far
behind. His heart was not so brave, nor were his spurs apparently
so sharp. The luggage, too, was slipping every ten minutes, for I
unfortunately had a portmanteau, of which no muleteer could ever make
anything. It has been condemned in Holy Land, in Jamaica, in Costa
Rica, wherever it has had to be fixed upon any animal's back. On this
occasion it nearly broke both the heart of the muleteer and the back
of the mule.

But things were changed as we crept into San Jose. The muleteer was
all life, and led the way, driving before him the pack-mule, now at
length reconciled to his load. And then, at straggling intervals, our
jibes all silenced, our showy canters all done, rising wearily in our
stirrups at every step, shifting from side to side to ease the galls
"That patient merit of the unworthy takes"--for our merit had been
very patient, and our saddles very unworthy--we jogged into San Jose.




CHAPTER XVIII.

CENTRAL AMERICA. COSTA RICA--SAN JOSE.


All travellers when entering unknown towns for the first time have
felt that intense interest on the subject of hotel accommodation
which pervaded our hearts as we followed our guide through the
streets. We had been told that there were two inns in the town, and
that we were to go to the Hotel San Jose. And accordingly we went to
it.

It was quite evident that the landlord at first had some little doubt
as to the propriety of admitting us; and but for our guide, whom he
knew, we should have had to explain at some length who we were. But
under his auspices we were taken in without much question.

The Spaniards themselves are not in their own country at all
famous for their inns. No European nation has probably advanced
so slowly towards civilization in this respect as Spain has done.
And therefore, as these Costa Ricans are Spanish by descent and
language, and as the country itself is so far removed from European
civilization, we did not expect much. Had we fallen into the
hands of Spaniards we should probably have received less even
than we expected. But as it was we found ourselves in a comfortable
second-class little German inn. It was German in everything; its
light-haired landlord, frequently to be seen with a beer tankard in
hand; its tidy landlady, tidy at any rate in the evening, if not
always so in the morning; its early hours, its cookery, its drink,
and I think I may fairly add, its prices.

On entering the first town I had visited in Central America, I had of
course looked about me for strange sights. That men should be found
with their heads under their shoulders, or even living in holes
burrowed in the ground, I had not ventured to hope. But when a man
has travelled all the way to Costa Rica, he does expect something
strange. He does not look to find everything as tame and flat and
uninteresting as though he were riding into a sleepy little borough
town in Wiltshire.

We cannot cross from Dover to Ostend without finding at once that we
are among a set of people foreign to ourselves. The first glance of
the eye shows this in the architecture of the houses, and the costume
of the people. We find the same cause for excitement in France,
Switzerland, and Italy; and when we get as far as the Tyrol, we come
upon a genus of mankind so essentially differing from our own as to
make us feel that we have travelled indeed.

But there is little more interest to be found in entering San Jose
than in driving through the little Wiltshire town above alluded to.
The houses are comfortable enough. They are built with very ordinary
doors and windows, of one or two stories according to the wealth of
the owners, and are decently clean outside, though apparently rather
dirty within. The streets are broad and straight, being all at right
angles to each other, and though not very well paved, are not rough
enough to elicit admiration. There is a square, the plaza, in which
stands the cathedral, the barracks, and a few of the best houses in
the town. There is a large and tolerably well-arranged market-place.
There is a really handsome set of public buildings, and there are
two moderately good hotels. What more can a man rationally want if
he travel for business? And if he travel for pleasure how can he
possibly find less?

It so happened that at the time of my visit to Costa Rica Sir William
Ouseley was staying at San Jose with his family. He had been sent,
as all the world that knows anything doubtless knows very well, as
minister extraordinary from our Court to the governments of Central
America, with the view of settling some of those tough diplomatic
questions as to the rights of transit and occupation of territory,
respecting which such world-famous Clayton-Bulwer treaties and
Cass-Yrrisari treaties have been made and talked of. He had been
in Nicaragua, making no doubt an equally famous Ouseley-something
treaty, and was now engaged on similar business in the capital of
Costa Rica.

Of the nature of this August work,--for such work must be very
august,--I know nothing. I only hope that he may have at least as
much success as those who went before him. But to me it was a great
stroke of luck to find so pleasant and hospitable a family in so
outlandish a place as San Jose. And indeed, though I have given
praise to the hotel, I have given it with very little personal
warrant as regards my knowledge either of the kitchen or cellar. My
kitchen and cellar were beneath the British flag at the corner of the
plaza, and I had reason to be satisfied with them in every respect.

And I had abundant reason to be greatly gratified. For not only was
there at San Jose a minister extraordinary, but also, attached to the
mission, there was an extra-ordinary secretary of legation, a very
prince of good fellows. At home he would be a denizen of the Foreign
Office, and denizens of the Foreign Office are swells at home. But at
San Jose, where he rode on a mule, and wore a straw hat, and slept
in a linendraper's shop, he was as pleasant a companion as a man
would wish to meet on the western, or indeed on any other side of
the Atlantic.

I shall never forget the hours I spent in that linendraper's shop.
The rooms over the shop, over that shop and over two or three others,
were occupied by Sir W. Ouseley and his family. There was a chemist's
establishment there, and another in the possession, I think, of a
hatter. They had been left to pursue their business in peace; but
my friend the secretary, finding no rooms sufficiently secluded for
himself in the upper mansion, had managed to expel the haberdasher,
and had located himself not altogether uncomfortably, among the
counters.

Those who have spent two or three weeks in some foreign town in which
they have no ordinary pursuits, know what it is to have--or perhaps,
more unlucky, know what it is to be without--some pleasant accustomed
haunt, in which they can pretend to read, while in truth the hours
are passed in talking, with some few short intervals devoted to
contemplation and tobacco. Such to me was the shop of the expelled
linendraper at San Jose. In it, judiciously suspended among the
counters, hung a Panama grass hammock, in which it was the custom of
my diplomatic friend to lie at length and meditate his despatches.
Such at least had been his custom before my arrival. What became of
his despatches during the period of my stay, it pains me to think;
for in that hammock I had soon located myself, and I fear that my
presence was not found to be a salutary incentive to composition.

The scenery round San Jose is certainly striking, but not
sufficiently so to enable one to rave about it. I cannot justly go
into an ecstasy and sing of Pelion or Ossa; nor can I talk of deep
ravines to which the Via Mala is as nothing. There is a range of
hills, respectably broken into prettinesses, running nearly round
the town, though much closer to it on the southern than on the other
sides. Two little rivers run by it, which here and there fall into
romantic pools, or pools which would be romantic if they were not
so very distant from home; if having travelled so far, one did not
expect so very much. There are nice walks too, and pretty rides; only
the mules do not like fast trotting when the weight upon them is
heavy. About a mile and a half from the town, there is a Savanah,
so-called, or large square park, the Hyde Park of San Jose; and it
would be difficult to imagine a more pleasant place for a gallop. It
is quite large enough for a race-course, and is open to everybody.
Some part of the mountain range as seen from here is really
beautiful.

The valley of San Jose, as it is called, is four thousand five
hundred feet above the sea; and consequently, though within the
tropics, and only ten degrees north of the line, the climate is good,
and the heat, I believe, never excessive. I was there in April, and
at that time, except for a few hours in the middle of the day, and
that only on some days, there was nothing like tropical heat. Within
ten days of my leaving San Jose I heard natives at Panama complaining
of the heat as being altogether unendurable. But up there, on that
high plateau, the sun had no strength that was inconvenient even to
an Englishman.

Indeed, no climate can, I imagine, be more favourable to fertility
and to man's comfort at the same time than that of the interior
of Costa Rica. The sugar-cane comes to maturity much quicker than
in Demerara or Cuba. There it should be cut in about thirteen or
fourteen months from the time it is planted; in Nicaragua and Costa
Rica it comes to perfection in nine or ten. The ground without manure
will afford two crops of corn in a year. Coffee grows in great
perfection, and gives a very heavy crop. The soil is all volcanic,
or, I should perhaps more properly say, has been the produce of
volcanoes, and is indescribably fertile. And all this has been given
without that intensity of heat which in those southern regions
generally accompanies tropical fertility, and which makes hard work
fatal to a white man; while it creates lethargy and idleness, and
neutralizes gifts which would otherwise be regarded as the fairest
which God has bestowed on his creatures. In speaking thus, I refer
to the central parts of Costa Rica only, to those which lie some
thousand feet above the level of the sea. Along the sea-shores, both
of the Atlantic and Pacific, the heat is as great, and the climate
as unwholesome as in New Granada or the West Indies. It would be
difficult to find a place worse circumstanced in this respect than
Punta-arenas.

But though the valley or plateau of San Jose, and the interior of the
country generally is thus favourably situated, I cannot say that the
nation is prosperous. It seems to be God's will that highly-fertile
countries should not really prosper. Man's energy is brought to
its highest point by the presence of obstacles to be overcome, by
the existence of difficulties which are all but insuperable. And
therefore a Scotch farm will give a greater value in produce than an
equal amount of land in Costa Rica. When nature does so much, man
will do next to nothing!

Those who seem to do best in this country, both in trade and
agriculture, are Germans. Most of those who are carrying on
business on a large scale are foreigners,--that is, not Spanish by
descent. There are English here, and Americans, and French, but
I think the Germans are the most wedded to the country. The finest
coffee properties are in the hands of foreigners, as also are the
plantations of canes, and saw-mills for the preparation of timber.
But they have a very uphill task. Labour is extremely scarce, and
very dear. The people are not idle as the <DW64>s are, and they love
to earn and put by money; but they are very few in number; they have
land of their own, and are materially well off. In the neighbourhood
of San Jose, a man's labour is worth a dollar a day, and even at that
price it is not always to be had.

It seems to be the fact that in all countries in which slavery has
existed and has been abolished, this subject of labour offers the
great difficulty in the way of improvement. Labour becomes unpopular,
and is regarded as being in some sort degrading. Men will not
reconcile it with their idea of freedom. They wish to work on their
own land, if they work at all; and to be their own masters; to grow
their own crops, be they ever so small; and to sit beneath their own
vine, be the shade ever so limited. There are those who will delight
to think that such has been the effect of emancipation; who will
argue,--and they have strong arguments on their side,--that God's
will with reference to his creatures is best carried out by such
an order of things. I can only say that the material result has
not hitherto been good. As far as we at present see, the struggle
has produced idleness and sensuality, rather than prosperity and
civilization.

It is hardly fair to preach this doctrine, especially with regard
to Costa Rica, for the people are not idle. That, at least, is not
specially their character. They are a humdrum, contented, quiet,
orderly race of men; fond of money, but by no means fond of risking
it; living well as regards sufficiency of food and raiment, but still
living very close; anxious to effect small savings, and politically
contented if the security of those savings can be insured to them.
They seem to be little desirous, even among the upper classes,
or what we would call the tradespeople, of education, either
religious or profane; they have no enthusiasm, no ardent desires, no
aspirations. If only they could be allowed to sell their dulce to the
maker of aguardiente,--if they might be permitted to get their little
profit out of the manufacture of gin! That, at present, is the one
grievance that affects them, but even that they bear easily.

It will perhaps be considered my duty to express an opinion whether
or no they are an honest people. In one respect, certainly. They
steal nothing; at any rate, make no great thefts. No one is attacked
on the roads; no life is in danger from violence; houses are not
broken open. Nay, a traveller's purse left upon a table is, I
believe, safe; nor will his open portmanteau be rifled. But when
you come to deal with them, the matter is different. Then their
conscience becomes elastic; and as the trial is a fair one between
man and man, they will do their best to cheat you. If they lie to
you, cannot you lie to them? And is it not reasonable to suppose
that you do do so? If they, by the aid of law, can get to the windy
side of you, is not that merely their success in opposition to your
attempt--for of course you do attempt--to get to the windy side of
them? And then bribes are in great vogue. Justice is generally to be
bought; and when that is in the market, trade in other respects is
not generally conducted in the most honest manner.

Thus, on the whole, I cannot take upon myself to say that they are
altogether an honest people. But they have that kind of honesty which
is most essential to the man who travels in a wild country. They do
not knock out the traveller's brains, or cut his throat for the sake
of what he has in his pocket.

Generally speaking, the inhabitants of Costa Rica are of course
Spanish by descent, but here, as in all these countries, the blood
is very much mixed: pure Spanish blood is now, I take it, quite an
exception. This is seen more in the physiognomy than in the colour,
and is specially to be noticed in the hair. There is a mixture of
three races, the Spanish, the native Indian, and the <DW64>; but the
traces of the latter are comparatively light and few. <DW64>s, men
and women, absolutely black, and of African birth or descent, are
very rare; and though traces of the thick lip and the woolly hair are
to be seen--to be seen in the streets and market-places--they do not
by any means form a staple of the existing race.

The mixture is of Spanish and of Indian blood, in which the Spanish
no doubt much preponderates. The general colour is that of a white
man, but of one who is very swarthy. Occasionally this becomes so
marked that the observer at once pronounces the man or woman to be
. But it is the colouring of the Indian, and not of the
<DW64>; the hue is rich, and to a certain extent bright, and the
lines of the face are not flattened and blunted. The hair also is
altogether human, and in no wise sheepish.

I do not think that the inhabitants of Costa Rica have much to boast
of in the way of personal beauty. Indeed, the descendant of the
Spaniard, out of his own country, seems to lose both the manly
dignity and the female grace for which old Spain is still so noted.
Some pretty girls I did see, but they could boast only the ordinary
prettiness which is common to all young girls, and which our friends
in France describe as being the special gift of the devil. I saw no
fine, flaming, flashing eyes; no brilliant figures, such as one
sees in Seville around the altar-rails in the churches: no profiles
opening upon me struck me with mute astonishment.

The women were humdrum in their appearance, as the men are in their
pursuits. They are addicted to crinoline, as is the nature of women
in these ages; but so long as their petticoats stuck out, that seemed
to be everything. In the churches they squat down on the ground, in
lieu of kneeling, with their dresses and petticoats arranged around
them, looking like huge turnips with cropped heads--like turnips
that, by their persevering growth, had got half their roots above the
ground. Now women looking like turnips are not specially attractive.

I was at San Jose during Passion Week, and had therefore an
opportunity of seeing the processions which are customary in Roman
Catholic countries at that period. I certainly should not say that
the Costa Ricans are especially a religious people. They are humdrum
in this as in other respects, and have no enthusiasm either for or
against the priesthood. Free-thinking is not the national sin; nor is
fanaticism. They are all Roman Catholics, most probably without an
exception. Their fathers and mothers were so before them, and it is a
thing of course.

There used to be a bishop of Costa Rica; indeed, they never were
without one till the other day. But not long since the father of
their church in some manner displeased the President: he had, I
believe, taken it into his sacred head that he, as bishop, might
make a second party in the state, and organize an opposition to the
existing government; whereupon the President banished him, as the
President can do to any one by his mere word, and since that time
there has been no bishop. "And will they not get another?" I asked.
"No; probably not; they don't want one. It will be so much money
saved." Looking at the matter in this light, there is often much to
be said for the expediency of reducing one's establishment. "And who
manages the church?" "It does not require much management. It goes on
in the old way. When they want priests they get them from Guatemala."
If we could save all our bishoping, and get our priests as we want
them from Guatemala, or any other factory, how excellent would be the
economy!

The cathedral of San Jose is a long, low building, with side aisles
formed by very rickety-looking wooden pillars--in substance they are
hardly more than poles--running from the ground to the roof. The
building itself is mean enough, but the internal decorations are not
badly arranged, and the general appearance is neat, orderly, and
cool. We all know the usual manner in which wooden and waxen virgins
are dressed and ornamented in such churches. There is as much of this
here as elsewhere; but I have seen it done in worse taste both in
France and Italy. The facade of the church, fronting the plaza is
hardly to be called a portion of the church; but is an adjunct to it,
or rather the church has been fixed on to the facade, which is not
without some architectural pretension.

In New Granada--Columbia that was--the cathedrals are arranged as
they are in old Spain. The choir is not situated round the altar, or
immediately in front of it, as is the custom in Christian churches
in, I believe, all other countries, but is erected far down the
centre aisle, near the western entrance. This, however, was not the
case in any church that I saw in Costa Rica.

During the whole of Passion Week there was a considerable amount
of religious activity, in the way of preaching and processions,
which reached its acme on Good Friday. On that day the whole town
was processioning from morning--which means four o'clock--till
evening--which means two hours after sunset. They had three figures,
or rather three characters,--for two of them appeared in more than
one guise and form,--each larger than life; those, namely, of our
Saviour, the Virgin, and St. John. These figures are made of wax,
and the faces of some of them were excellently moulded. These are
manufactured in Guatemala--as the priests are; and the people there
pride themselves on their manufacture, not without reason.

The figures of our Saviour and the Virgin were in different dresses
and attitudes, according to the period of the day which it was
intended to represent; but the St. John was always represented in
the dress of a bishop of the present age. The figures were supported
on men's shoulders, and were carried backwards and forwards through
every portion of the town, till at last, having been brought forth in
the morning from the cathedral, they were allowed at night to rest in
a rival, and certainly better built, though smaller church.

I must notice one particularity in the church-going population of
this country. The women occupy the nave and centre aisle, squatting
on the ground, and looking, as I have said, like turnips; whereas the
men never advance beyond the side aisles. The women of the higher
classes--all those, indeed, who make any pretence to dress and
finery--bring with them little bits of carpet, on which they squat;
but there are none of those chairs with which churches on the
Continent are so commonly filled.

It seemed that there is nothing that can be called society among the
people of San Jose. They do not go out to each other's homes, nor
meet in public; they have neither tea-parties, nor dinner-parties,
nor dancing-parties, nor card-parties. I was even assured--though
I cannot say that the assurance reached my belief--that they never
flirt! Occasionally, on Sundays, for instance, and on holidays, they
put on their best clothes and call on each other. But even then there
is no conversation among them; they sit stiffly on each other's
sofas, and make remarks at intervals, like minute guns, about the
weather.

"But what _do_ they do?" I asked. "The men scrape money together,
and when they have enough they build a house, big or little according
to the amount that they have scraped: that satisfies the ambition
of a Costa Rican. When he wishes to amuse himself, he goes to a
cock-fight." "And the women?" "They get married early if their
fathers can give them a few ounces"--the ounce is the old doubloon,
worth here about three pounds eight shillings sterling--"and then
they cook, and have children." "And if the ounces be wanting, and
they don't get married?" "Then they cook all the same, but do not
have the children,--as a general rule." And so people vegetate in
Costa Rica.

And now I must say a word or two about the form of government in this
country. It is a republic, of course, arranged on the model plan. A
president is elected for a term of years,--in this case six. He has
ministers who assist him in his government, and whom he appoints; and
there is a House of Congress, elected of course by the people, who
make the laws. The President merely carries them out, and so Utopia
is realized.

Utopia might perhaps be realized in such republics, or at any rate
the realization might not be so very distant as it is at present,
were it not that in all of them the practice, by some accident, runs
so far away from the theory.

In Costa Rica, Don Juan Rafael Mora, familiarly called Juanito, is
now the president, having been not long since re-elected (?) for the
third time. "We read in the 'Gazette' on Tuesday morning that the
election had been carried on Saturday, and that was all we knew about
it." It is thus they elect a president in Costa Rica; no one knows
anything about it, or troubles his head with the matter. If any one
suggested a rival president, he would be banished. But such a thing
is not thought of; no note is taken as to five years or six years.
At some period that pleases him, the President says that he has been
re-elected, and he is re-elected. Who cares? Why not Juanito as well
as any one else? Only it is a pity he will not let us sell our dulce
to the distillers!

The President's salary is three thousand dollars a year; an income
which for so high a position is moderate enough. But then a
further sum of six thousand dollars is added to this for official
entertainment. The official entertainments, however, are not
numerous. I was informed that he usually gives one party every year.
He himself still lives in his private house, and still keeps a shop,
as he did before he was president. It must be remembered that there
is no aristocracy in this country above the aristocracy of the
shopkeepers.

As far as I could learn, the Congress is altogether a farce. There is
a congress or collection of men sent up from different parts of the
country, some ten or dozen of whom sit occasionally round a table in
the great hall; but they neither debate, vote, nor offer opinions.
Some one man, duly instructed by the President, lets them know what
law is to be made or altered, and the law is made or altered. Should
any member of Congress make himself disagreeable, he would, as a
matter of course, be banished; taken, that is, to Punta-arenas,
and there told to shift for himself. Now this enforced journey to
Punta-arenas does not seem to be more popular among the Costa Ricans
than a journey to Siberia is among the Russians.

Such is the model republic of Central America,--admitted, I am
told, to be the best administered of the cluster of republics there
established. This, at any rate, may certainly be said for it--that
life and property are safe. They are safe for the present, and will
probably remain so, unless the filibusters make their way into the
neighbouring state of Nicaragua in greater numbers and with better
leaders than they have hitherto had.

And it must be told to the credit of the Costa Ricans, that it
was by them and their efforts that the invasion of Walker and the
filibusters into Central America was stopped and repelled. These
enterprising gentlemen, the filibusters, landed on the coast of
Nicaragua, having come down from California. Here they succeeded in
getting possession of a large portion of the country, that portion
being the most thickly populated and the richest; many of the towns
they utterly destroyed, and among them Granada, the capital. It seems
that at this time the whole state of Nicaragua was paralyzed, and
unable to strike any blow in its own defence.

Having laid waste the upper or more northern country, Walker came
down south as far as Rivas, a town still in Nicaragua, but not far
removed from the borders of Costa Rica. His intention, doubtless, was
to take possession of Costa Rica, so that he might command the whole
transit across the isthmus.

But at Rivas he was attacked by the soldiery of Costa Rica, under the
command of a brother of Don Juan Mora. This was in 1856, and it seems
that some three thousand Costa Ricans were taken as far as Rivas.
But few of them returned. They were attacked by cholera, and what
with that, and want, and the intense heat, to which of course must
be added what injuries the filibusters could do them, they were
destroyed, and a remnant only returned.

But in 1857 the different states of Central America joined themselves
in a league, with the object of expelling these filibusters. I do not
know that either of the three northern states sent any men to Rivas,
and the weight of the struggle again fell upon Costa Rica. The Costa
Ricans and Nicaraguans together invested Rivas, in which five hundred
filibusters under Walker for some time maintained themselves. These
men were reduced to great straits, and might no doubt have been taken
bodily. But the Central Americans also had their difficulties to
contend with. They did not agree very well together, and they had but
slender means of supporting themselves. It ended in a capitulation,
under which Walker and his associates were to walk out with their
arms and all the honours of war; and by which, moreover, it was
stipulated that the five hundred were to be sent back to America at
the expense of the Central American States. The States, thinking no
doubt that it was good economy to build a golden bridge for a flying
enemy, did so send them back; and in this manner for a while Central
America was freed from the locusts.

Such was the capitulation of Rivas; a subject on which all Costa
Ricans now take much pride to themselves. And indeed, honour is due
to them in this matter, for they evinced a spirit in the business
when their neighbours of Nicaragua failed to do so. They soon
determined that the filibusters would do them no good;--could indeed
by no possibility do them anything but harm; consequently, they
resolved to have the first blow, and they struck it manfully, though
not so successfully as might have been wished.

The total population of Central America is, I believe, about two
millions, while that of Costa Rica does not exceed two hundred
thousand. Of the five states, Guatemala has by far the largest
number of inhabitants; and indeed the town of Guatemala may still
be regarded as the capital of all the isthmus territories. They
fabricate there not only priests and wax images, but doctors and
lawyers, and all those expensive luxuries for the production of which
the air of a capital is generally considered necessary. The President
of Guatemala is, they say, an Indian, nearly of pure descent; his
name is Carrera.

I have spoken of the army of Costa Rica. In point of accoutrement and
outward show, they are on ordinary days somewhat like the troops that
were not fit to march through Coventry. They wear no regimentals,
and are only to be known when on duty by a very rusty-looking gun.
On Sundays, however, and holidays they do wear a sort of uniform,
consisting of a neat cap, and a little braiding upon their best
clothes. This dress, such as it is, they are obliged to find for
themselves. The clothing department, therefore, is not troublesome.

These men are enrolled after the manner of our militia. The full
number should be nine thousand, and is generally somewhat above six
thousand. Of this number five hundred are kept in barracks, the men
taking it by turns, month by month. When in barracks they receive
about one shilling and sixpence a day; at other times they have no
pay.

I cannot close my notice of San Jose without speaking somewhat more
specially of the range of public buildings. I am told that it was
built by a German, or rather by two Germans; the basement and the
upper story being the work of different persons. Be this as it may,
it is a handsome building, and would not disgrace any European
capital. There is in it a throne-room--in England, at least, we
should call it a throne; on this the President sits when he receives
ambassadors from foreign countries. The velvet and gilding were quite
unexceptionable, and the whole is very imposing. The sitting of
Congress is held in the same chamber; but that, as I have explained,
is not imposing.

The chief produce of Costa Rica is coffee. Those who love statistics
may perhaps care to know that the average yearly export is something
under a hundred thousand quintals; now a quintal weighs a hundred
pounds, or rather, I believe, ninety-nine pounds exact.




CHAPTER XIX.

CENTRAL AMERICA. COSTA RICA--MOUNT IRAZU.


In the neighbourhood of San Jose there is a volcanic mountain, the
name of which is Irazu. I was informed that it still smoked, though
it had discontinued for the present the ejection of flames and lava.
Indeed, the whole country is full of such mountains. There is one,
the Monte Blanco, the summit of which has never yet been reached--so
rumour says in Costa Rica--far distant, enveloped among other
mountains, and to be reached only through dense aboriginal forests,
which still emits, and is always emitting fire and burning floods of
molten stones.

Different excursions have been made with the object of ascending the
Monte Blanco, but hitherto in vain. Not long since it was attempted
by a French baron, but he and his guide were for twenty days in the
woods, and then returned, their provisions failing them.

"You should ascend the Monte Blanco," said Sir William Ouseley to me.
"You are a man at large, with nothing to do. It is just the work for
you." This was Sir William's satire on the lightness of my ordinary
occupations. Light as they might be, however, I had neither time nor
courage for an undertaking such as that; so I determined to satisfy
myself with the Irazu.

It happened, rather unfortunately for me, that at the moment of my
arrival at San Jose, a large party, consisting of Sir William's
family and others, were in the very act of visiting the mountain.
Those, therefore, who were anxious to see the sight, and willing
to undergo the labour, thus had their opportunity; and it became
impossible for me to make up a second party. One hope I had. The
Secretary of Legation had not gone. Official occupation, joined to
a dislike of mud and rough stones, had kept him at home. Perhaps I
might prevail. The intensity of that work might give way before a
week's unremitting labour, and that Sybarite propensity might be
overcome.

But all my eloquence was of no avail. An absence of a day and a half
only was required; and three were spent in proving that this could
not be effected. The stones and mud too were becoming worse and
worse, for the rainy season had commenced. In fact, the Secretary of
Legation would not budge. "Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle," said the
Secretary of Legation; whereupon he lighted another cigar, and took a
turn in the grass hammock. Now in my mind it must be a very bad game
indeed that is not worth the candle; and almost any game is better
than no game at all.

I was thus in deep trouble, making up my mind to go alone, or rather
alone with my guide;--for the due appreciation of which state of
loneliness it must be borne in mind that, as I do not speak a word of
Spanish, I should have no possible means of communication with the
guide,--when a low and mild voice fell upon my ear, offering me its
proprietor as my companion.

"I went up with Sir William last week," said the mild voice; "and if
you will permit me, I shall be happy to go with you. I should like to
see it twice; and I live at Cartago on the way."

It was quite clear that the owner of the voice was sacrificing
himself, and offering to repeat this troublesome journey merely
out of good nature; but the service which he proposed to render me
was too essential, and I could not afford to reject the offer. He
lived in the country and spoke Spanish, and was, moreover, a mild,
kind-hearted little gentleman, very suitable as a companion, and not
given too pertinaciously to a will of his own. Now the Secretary
of Legation would have driven me mad half a score of times during
the journey. He would have deafened me with politics, and with such
politics too! So that on the whole I knew myself to be well off with
the mild voice.

"You must go through Cartago," said the mild voice, "and I live
there. We will dine there at the inn to-morrow, and then do a portion
of our work the same evening." It was so arranged. I was to be with
him the next day at three, with a guide and two mules.

On the next morning it rained provokingly. I ought to have started
at twelve; but at that time it was pouring, and neither the guide nor
the mules showed themselves. "You will never get there," said the
Secretary of Legation, looking up to the murky clouds with a gleam of
delight. "The game is never worth such a candle as that." "I shall
get there most assuredly," said I, rather sulkily, "let the candle
cost what it may." But still the mules did not come.

Men have no idea of time in any country that is or has been connected
with Spain. "Yes, senor; you said twelve, and it is now only two!
Well, three. The day is long, senor; there is plenty of time.
Vaminos? Since you are in such a hurry, shall we make a start of it?"

At half-past two o'clock so spoke--not my guide, for, as will be seen
by-and-by, he never spoke at all--but my guide's owner, who came
accompanying the mules. In huge hurry, with sundry mute exclamations,
uttered by my countenance since my tongue was unintelligible, and
with appeals to my watch which should have broken the man's heart
as I thrust it into his face, I clomb into my saddle. And then a
poor-looking, shoeless creature, with a small straw hat tied on to
his head by a handkerchief, with difficulty poised himself on the
other beast "Vamos," I exclaimed, and trotted down the street; for
I knew that in that direction lay the road to Cartago. "God be with
you," said the Secretary of Legation. "The rainy season has set
in permanently, I know; but perhaps you may have half an hour of
sunshine now and again. I hope you will enjoy yourself."

It was not raining when I started, and in fact did not rain again the
whole afternoon. I trotted valiantly down the street, knowing my way
so far; but at the bottom of the town the roads divided, and I waited
for my guide. "Go on first," said I, pointing along the road. But
he did not understand me, and stood still. "Go on," said I, getting
behind his mule as though to drive him. But he merely stared, and
shuffled himself to the other side of the road. "Cartago," I shouted,
meaning that he was to show me the way there. "Si, senor," he
replied; and backed himself into the ditch out of my way. He was
certainly the stupidest man I ever met in my life, and I believe the
Secretary of Legation had selected him on purpose.

I was obliged to choose my own road out of two, and luckily chose the
right one. Had I gone wrong, I doubt whether the man would have had
wit enough to put me right. I again trotted on; but in a quarter of
an hour was obliged to wait, for my attendant was behind me, out of
sight, and I felt myself bound to look after my traps, which were
fastened to his mule. "Come on," I shouted in good broad English
as soon as I saw him. "Why the mischief don't you come on?" And my
voice was so pitched, that on this occasion I think he did understand
something of what I meant.

"Co-o-ome along," I repeated, as he gently drew up to me. And I hit
his mule sharply on the crupper with my stick. "Spur him," I said;
and I explained what I meant by sticking my own rowels into my own
beast. Whereupon the guide showed me that he had no spurs.

Now if there be one rule of life more strictly kept in Costa Rica
than another, it is this, that no man ever mounts horse or mule
without spurs. A man in England would as soon think of hunting
without breeches. No muleteer was ever seen without them. And when
a mule is hired, if the hirer have no saddle, he may chance to have
to ride without one; but if he have no spurs, he will always be
supplied.

I took off one of my own, which, by-the-by, I had borrowed out of the
Secretary of Legation's establishment, and offered it to the man,
remembering the well-known doctrine of Hudibras. He then showed me
that one of his hands was tied up, and that he could not put the spur
on. Consequently I was driven to dismount myself, and to act equerry
to this knight. Thrice on the road I had to do so, for twice the spur
slipped from off his naked foot. Even with this I could not bring
him on. It is four leagues, or about sixteen miles, from San Jose to
Cartago, and with all my hastening we were three hours on the road.

The way lay through a rich and finely-cultivated country. The whole
of this is now called the valley of San Jose, and consists, in truth,
of a broad plateau, diversified by moderate hills and valleys, but
all being at a considerable height; that is, from three to four
thousand feet above the sea. The road also is fairly good; so
good that a species of omnibus runs on it daily, there being some
considerable traffic between the places; for Cartago is the second
town in the republic.

Cartago is now the second town, but not long since it was the
capital. It was, however, destroyed by an earthquake; and though it
has been rebuilt, it has never again taken its former position. Its
present population is said to be ten thousand; but this includes not
only the suburbs, but the adjacent villages. The town covers a large
tract of ground, which is divided into long, broad, parallel streets,
with a large plaza in the middle; as though it had been expected that
a fine Utopian city would have sprung up. Alas! there is nothing fine
about it, and very little that is Utopian.

Lingering near the hotel door, almost now in a state of despair, I
met him of the mild voice. "Yes; he had been waiting for three hours,
certainly," he mildly said, as I spurred my beast up to the door.
"Now that I was come it was all right; and on the whole he rather
liked waiting--that is, when it did not result in waiting for
nothing." And then we sat down to dinner at the Cartago hotel.

This also was kept by a German, who after a little hesitation
confessed that he had come to the country as a filibuster. "You have
fallen on your legs pretty well," said I; for he had a comfortable
house, and gave us a decent dinner. "Yes," said he, rather dubiously;
"but when I came to Costa Rica I intended to do better than this."
He might, however, remember that not one in five hundred of them had
done so well.

And then another guide had to be found, for it was clear that the one
I had brought with me was useless. And I had a visit to make; for my
friend lived with a widow lady, who would be grieved, he said, if I
passed through without seeing her. So I did call on her. I saw her
again on my return through Cartago, as I shall specify.

With all these delays it was dark when we started. Our plan was to
ride up to an upland pasture farm at which visitors to the mountain
generally stop, to sleep there for a few hours, and then to start
between three and four so as to reach the top of the mountain by
sunrise. Now I perfectly well remember what I said with reference to
sunrises from mountain-tops on the occasion of that disastrous visit
to the Blue Mountain Peak in Jamaica; how I then swore that I would
never do another mountain sunrise, having always failed lamentably in
such attempts. I remember, and did remember this; and as far as the
sunrise was concerned would certainly have had nothing to do with the
Irazu at five o'clock, a.m.

But the volcano and the crater made the matter very different. They
were my attractions; and as the mild voice suggested an early hour,
it would not have become me to have hesitated. "Start at four?"
"Certainly," I said. "The beds at the potrero"--such was the name
they gave the place at which we stopped--"will not be soft enough to
keep us sleeping." "No," said the mild voice, "they are not soft."
And so we proceeded.

Our road was very rough, and very steep; and the night was very dark.
It was rough at first, and then it became slippery, which was worse.
I had no idea that earth could be so slippery. My mule, which was
a very fine one, fell under me repeatedly, being altogether unable
to keep her footing. On these occasions she usually scrambled up,
with me still on her back. Once, however, near the beginning of my
difficulties, I thought to relieve her; and to do so I got off her.
I soon found my mistake. I immediately slipped down on my hands and
knees, and found it impossible to stand on my feet. I did not sink
into the mud, but slipped off it--down, down, down, as if I were
going back to Cartago, all alone in the dark. It was with difficulty
that I again mounted my beast; but when there, there I remained let
her fall as she would. At eleven o'clock we reached the potrero.

The house here was little more than a rancho or hut; one of those log
farm buildings which settlers make when they first clear the timber
from a part of their selected lots, intending to replace them in a
year or two by such tidy little houses; but so rarely fulfilling
their intentions. All through Costa Rica such ranchos are common.
On the coffee plantations and in the more highly-cultivated part of
the country, round the towns for instance, and along the road to
Punta-arenas, the farmers have a better class of residence. They
inhabit long, low-built houses, with tiled roofs and a ground floor
only, not at all unlike farmers' houses in Ireland, only that there
they are thatched or slated. Away from such patches of cultivation,
one seldom finds any house better than a log-built rancho.

But the rancho had a door, and that door was fastened; so we knocked
and hallooed--"Dito," cried the guide; such being, I presume, the
familiar sobriquet of his friend within. "Dito," sang out my mild
friend with all his small energy of voice. "Dito," shouted I; and
I think that my voice was the one which wakened the sleepers within.

We were soon admitted into the hut, and found that we were by no
means the first comers. As soon as a candle was lighted we saw that
there were four bedsteads in the room, and that two of them were
occupied. There were, however, two left for my friend and myself. And
it appeared also that the occupiers were friends of my friend. They
were German savants, one by profession an architect and the other a
doctor, who had come up into the woods looking for birds, beasts,
and botanical treasures, and had already been there some three or
four days. They were amply supplied with provisions, and immediately
offered us supper. The architect sat up in bed to welcome us, and
the doctor got up to clear the two spare beds of his trappings.

There is a luck in these things. I remember once clambering to
the top of Scafell-Pike, in Cumberland--if it chance to be in
Westmoreland I beg the county's pardon. I expected nothing more than
men generally look for on the tops of mountains; but to my great
surprise I found a tent. I ventured to look in, and there I saw two
officers of the Engineers, friends of my own, sharpening their knives
preparatory to the dissection of a roast goose. And beside the goose
stood a bottle of brandy. Now I always looked on that as a direct
dispensation of Providence. Walking down the mountain that same
evening to Whitehaven, I stopped at a small public-house on the
side of Enerdale, and called for some whisky and water. The article
produced was not good, and so I said, appealing to an elderly
gentleman in black, who sat by the hobside, very contemplative. "Ah,"
said he; "you can't get good drink in these parts, sir; I know that
so well that I generally bring a bottle of my own." I immediately
opened a warm conversation with that gentleman. He was a clergyman of
a neighbouring parish; and in a few minutes a magnum of port had made
its appearance out of a neighbouring cupboard. That I thought was
another dispensation of Providence. It was odd that they should have
come together; but the facts are as I state them.

I did venture on a glass of brandy and water and a slight morsel
of bread and meat, and then I prepared to throw myself on the bed
immediately opposite to the doctor's. As I did so I saw something
move inside the doctor's bed. "My wife is there," said the doctor,
seeing the direction of my eyes. "Oh!" said I; and I at once became
very moderate in the slight change which I made in my toilet.

We were to start at four, and at four precisely I woke. As my friend
had said, there was little to tempt me to sleep. The great drawback
to the comfort of these ranchos is the quantity of dirt which
continually falls out of the roof into one's eyes. Then the boards
are hard of course, and of course, also, they are infested with
vermin. They tell you indeed of scorpions and centipedes, of
preternatural wasps, and musquitos as big as young ostriches; but
I found none of these large-looming beasts of prey. Of beasts of a
smaller size I did find more than plenty.

At four I was up, but my friend was very unwilling to stir. It was
long before I could induce the mild voice to make itself heard in any
way. At that time it was fine, but it was long before I could get the
muleteer. When I had done so, and he had thrown their grass to the
beasts, it began to rain--of course. "It rains like the d----" said
I, very crossly. "Does it?" said the mild voice from the bed. "I am
so sorry;" and in half a second he was again in the land of dreams.
The doctor snored; but from the furthest remote comer I could see the
eye of the doctor's wife looking out at me.

It was between six and seven when we started. At that time it was
not raining, but the clouds looked as like rain as the Secretary of
Legation could have desired. And the two Germans were anything but
consolatory in their prophecies. "You'll not see a stick or a stone,"
said the architect; "you'd better stop and breakfast with us." "It
is very dangerous to be wet in the mountains, very dangerous," said
the doctor. "It is a bad morning, certainly," pleaded the mild voice
piteously. The doctor's wife said nothing, but I could see her eyes
looking out at the weather. How on earth was she to get herself
dressed, it occurred to me then, if we should postpone our journey
and remain there?

It ended in our starting just two hours after the prescribed time.
The road up from the potrero is very steep almost the whole way to
the summit, but it was not so muddy as that we had passed over on
the preceding evening. For some little way there were patches of
cultivation, the ground bearing sweet potatoes and Indian corn. Then
we came into a tract of beautiful forest scenery. The land, though
steep, was broken, and only partially covered with trees. The grass
in patches was as good as in an English park, and the views through
the open bits of the forest were very lovely. In four or five
different places we found the ground sufficiently open for all the
requirements of a picturesque country house, and no prettier site for
such a house could well be found. This was by far the finest scenery
that I had hitherto seen in Costa Rica; but even here there was a
want of water. In ascending the mountain we saw some magnificent
forest trees, generally of the kind called cotton-trees in Jamaica.
There were oaks also--so called there--very nearly approaching our
holm-oak in colour and foliage, but much larger than that tree is
with us. They were all more or less covered with parasite plants, and
those parasites certainly add greatly to the beauty of the supporting
trunk.

By degrees we got into thick forest--forest I mean so thick that it
affords no views. You see and feel the trees that are close to you,
but see nothing else. And here the path became so steep that we were
obliged to dismount and let the beasts clamber up by themselves; and
the mist became very thick, so much so that we could hardly trace our
path; and then the guide said that he thought he had lost his way.

"People often do come out and go back again without ever reaching the
crater at all, don't they?" said the mild voice.

"Very often," said the guide.

"But we won't be such people," said I.

"Oh no!" said the mild voice. "Not if we can help it."

"And we will help it. Allons; andiamos; vamos."

The first word which an Englishman learns in any language is that
which signifies a determination to proceed.

And we did proceed, turning now hither and now thither, groping about
in the mist, till at last the wood was all left behind us, and we
were out among long grass on a mountain-side. "And now," said the
guide, "unless the mist clears I can't say which way we ought to go."

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the mist did clear itself
away altogether from one side of us. Looking down to the left, we
could see far away into the valleys beneath, over large forests,
and across a lower range of hills, till the eye could reach the
cultivated plateau below. But on the other side, looking up to a
mountain higher still than that on which we stood, all was not only
misty, but perfectly dark and inscrutable.

The guide however now knew the spot. We were near the summit of
Irazu, and a further ride of a quarter of an hour took us there;
and indeed here there was no difficulty in riding. The side of the
hill was covered with grass, and not over steep. "There," said the
mild voice, pointing to a broad, bushy, stumpy tree, "there is the
place where Lady Ouseley breakfasted." And he looked at our modest
havresack. "And we will breakfast there too," I answered. "But we
will go down the crater first."

"Oh, yes; certainly," said the mild voice. "But perhaps--I don't
know--I am not sure I can go exactly down into the crater."

The crater of the volcano is not at the top of the mountain, or
rather it is not at what is now the top of the mountain; so that at
first one has to look down upon it. I doubt even whether the volcano
has ever effected the absolute summit. I may as well state here that
the height of the mountain on which we were now standing is supposed
to be 11,500 feet above the sea-level.

Luckily for us, though the mist reached to us where we stood,
everything to the left of us was clear, and we could look down, down
into the crater as into a basin. Everything was clear, so that we
could count the different orifices, eight in number, of which two,
however, had almost run themselves into one; and see, as far as it
was possible to see, how the present formation of the volcano had
been brought about.

It was as though a very large excavation had been made on the side
of a hill, commencing, indeed, not quite from the summit, but very
near it, and leaving a vast hole--not deep in proportion to its
surface--sloping down the mountain-side. This huge excavation, which
I take to be the extent of the crater, for it has evidently been
all formed by the irruption of volcanic matter, is divided into two
parts, a broken fragment of a mountain now lying between them; and
the smaller of these two has lost all volcanic appearance. It is a
good deal covered with bush and scrubby forest trees, and seems to
have no remaining connection with sulphur and brimstone.

The other part, in which the crater now absolutely in use is
situated, is a large hollow in the mountain-side, which might perhaps
contain a farm of six hundred acres. Not having been able to measure
it, I know no other way of describing what appeared to me to be its
size. But a great portion of this again has lost all its volcanic
appendages; except, indeed, that lumps of lava are scattered over the
whole of it, as they are, though more sparingly, over the mountain
beyond. There is a ledge of rock running round the interior of this
division of the excavation, half-way down it, like a row of seats
in a Roman amphitheatre, or an excrescence, if one can fancy such,
half-way down a teacup. The ground above this ledge is of course more
extensive than that below, as the hollow narrows towards the bottom.
The present working mouth of the volcanic, and all those that have
been working for many a long year--the eight in number of which I
have spoken--lie at the bottom of this lowest hollow. This I should
say might contain a farm of about two hundred acres.

Such was the form of the land on which we looked down. The descent
from the top to the ledge was easy enough, and was made by myself
and my friend with considerable rapidity. I started at a pace which
convinced him that I should break my neck, and he followed, gallantly
resolving to die with me. "You'll surely kill yourself, Mr. Trollope;
you surely will," said the mild voice. And yet he never deserted me.

"Sir William got as far as this," said he, when we were on the ledge,
but he got no further. "We will do better than Sir William," said I.
"We will go down into that hole where we see the sulphur." "Into the
very hole?" "Yes. If we get to windward, I think we can get into the
very hole. Look at the huge column of white smoke; how it comes all
in this direction! On the other side of the crater we should not feel
it."

The descent below the ledge into my smaller farm was not made so
easily. It must be understood that our guide was left above with the
mules. We should have brought two men, whereas we had only brought
one; and had therefore to perform our climbing unassisted. I at first
attempted it in a direct line, down from where we stood; but I soon
found this to be impracticable, and was forced to reascend. The earth
was so friable that it broke away from me at every motion that I
made; and after having gone down a few feet I was glad enough to find
myself again on the ledge.

We then walked round considerably to the right, probably for more
than a quarter of a mile, and there a little spur in the hillside--a
buttress as it were to the ledge of which I have spoken--made the
descent much easier, and I again tried.

"Do not you mind following me," I said to my companion, for I saw
that he looked much aghast. "None of Sir William's party went down
there," he answered. "Are you sure of that?" I asked. "Quite sure,"
said the mild voice. "Then what a triumph we will have over Sir
William!" and so saying I proceeded. "I think I'll come too," said
the mild voice. "If I do break my neck nobody'll be much the worse;"
and he did follow me.

There was nothing very difficult in the clambering, but,
unfortunately, just as we got to the bottom the mist came pouring
down upon us, and I could not but bethink me that I should find it
very difficult to make my way up again without seeing any of the
landmarks. I could still see all below me, but I could see nothing
that was above. It seemed as though the mist kept at our own level,
and that we dragged it with us.

We were soon in one of the eight small craters or mouths of which I
have spoken. Looking at them from above, they seemed to be nearly on
a level, but it now appeared that one or two were considerably higher
than the others. We were now in the one that was the highest on that
side of the excavation. It was a shallow basin, or rather saucer,
perhaps sixty yards in diameter, the bottom of which was composed of
smooth light- sandy clay. In dry weather it would partake
almost of the nature of sand. Many many years had certainly rolled by
since this mouth had been eloquent with brimstone.

The place at this time was very cold. My friend had brought a large
shawl with him, with which over and over again he attempted to cover
my shoulders. I, having meditated much on the matter, had left my
cloak above. At the present moment I regretted it sorely; but, as
matters turned out, it would have half smothered me before our walk
was over.

We had now nothing for it but to wait till the mist should go off.
There was but one open mouth to this mountain--one veritable crater
from which a column of smoke and sulphur did then actually issue, and
this, though the smell of the brimstone was already oppressive, was
at some little distance. Gradually the mist did go off, or rather
it shifted itself continually, now ascending far above us, and soon
returning to our feet. We then advanced between two other mouths, and
came to that which was nearest to the existing crater.

Here the aperture was of a very different kind. Though no smoke
issued from it, and though there was a small tree growing at the
bottom of it,--showing, as I presume, that there had been no
eruption from thence since the seed of that tree had fallen to the
ground,--yet the sides of the crater were as sharp and steep as the
walls of a house. Into those which we had hitherto visited we could
walk easily; into this no one could descend even a single foot,
unless, indeed, he descended somewhat more than a foot so as to dash
himself to pieces at the bottom. They were, when compared together,
as the interior of a plate compared to that of a tea-caddy. Now a
traveller travelling in such realms would easily extricate himself
from the plate, but the depths of the tea-caddy would offer him no
hope.

Having walked round this mute volcano, we ascended to the side of the
one which was now smoking, for the aperture to this was considerably
higher than that of the last one mentioned. As we were then situated,
the smoke was bearing towards us, and every moment it became more
oppressive; but I saw, or thought I saw, that we could skirt round to
the back of the crater, so as not to get its full volume upon us; and
so I proceeded, he of the mild voice mildly expostulating, but always
following me.

But when we had ascended to the level of the hole the wind suddenly
shifted, and the column of smoke dispersing enveloped us altogether.
Had it come upon us in all its thickest mass I doubt whether it would
not have first stupefied and then choked us. As it was, we ran for
it, and succeeded in running out of it. It affected me, I think, more
powerfully than it did my companion, for he was the first to regain
his speech. "Sir William, at any rate, saw nothing like that," said
he, coughing triumphantly.

I hope that I may never feel or smell anything like it again. This
smoke is emitted from the earth at the bottom of a deep hole very
similar to that above described. The sides of it all round are so
steep that it is impossible to make even an attempt to descend it.
By holding each other's hands we could look over into it one at
a time, and see the very jaws in the rock from which the stream of
sulphur ascends. It comes out quite yellow, almost a dark yellow, but
gradually blanches as it expands in its course. These jaws in the
rock are not in the centre of the bottom of the pit, but in a sharp
angle, as it were, so that the smoke comes up against one side or
wall, and that side is perfectly encrusted with the sulphur. It was
at the end of the orifice, exactly opposite to this, that we knelt
down and looked over.

The smoke when it struck upon us, immediately above this wall, was
hot and thick and full of brimstone. The stench for a moment was very
bad; but the effect went off at once, as soon as we were out of it.

The mild voice grasped my hand very tightly as he crept to the edge
and looked over. "Ah!" he said, rejoicing greatly, "Sir William never
saw that, nor any of his party; I am so glad I came again with you.
I wonder whether anybody ever was here before." Hundreds doubtless
have been, and thousands will be. Nine out of every ten men in
London, between the ages of fifteen and fifty, would think little of
the trouble and less of the danger of getting there; but I could not
interfere with the triumph of my friend, so I merely remarked that it
certainly was a very singular place.

And then we had to reascend. It was now past eleven o'clock, and as
yet we had had no breakfast, for I cannot call that cup of coffee
which we took at starting a breakfast, even though the German
architect handed to each of us from out of his bed a hunch of beef
and a crust of bread. Luckily the air was clear for a while, so that
we could see what we were about, and we began to climb up on the side
opposite to that by which we had descended.

And here I happened to mention that Miss Ouseley had commissioned
me to get two bits of lava, one smooth and the other
rough--unfortunately, for at once the mild voice declared that he had
found two morsels which would exactly suit the lady's taste. I looked
round, and, lo! there was my small friend with two huge stones, each
weighing about twenty pounds, which, on the side of the mountain, he
was endeavouring to pack under his arms. Now, the mountain here was
very steep and very friable; the burnt shingle slipped from under our
feet at every step; and, to make matters worse, we were climbing in a
slanting direction.

"My dear fellow, it would kill you to carry those lumps to the top,"
I said; "do not think of it."

But he persevered. "There were no lumps of lava such as those," he
said, "to be found at the top. They were just what Miss Ouseley
wanted. He thought he would be able to manage with them. They were
not so very heavy, if only the ground did not slip so much." I said
what I could, but it was of no avail, and he followed me slowly with
his sore burden.

I never knew the weather change with such rapidity. At this moment
the sun was bright and very hot, and I could hardly bear my coat on
my shoulders as I crept up that hill. How my little friend followed
with his shawl and the lava rocks I cannot conceive. But, to own
the truth, going down hill suits me better than going up. Years and
obesity tell upon the wind sooner than they do on the legs--so, at
least, it is with me. Now my mild friend hardly weighed fifteen
ounces, while I--!

And then, when we were again on the ridge, it began to rain most
gloriously. Hitherto we had had mist, but this was a regular
down-pour of rain--such moisture as the Secretary of Legation had
been praying for ever since we started. Again and again the mild
voice offered me the shawl, which, when I refused it, he wrapped
round the lumps of lava, scorning to be drier than his companion.
From the summit to the ledge we had come down fast enough, but the
ascent was very different. I, at any rate, was very tired, and my
friend was by no means as fresh as he had been. We were both in want
of food, and our clothes were heavy with wet. He also still carried
his lumps of lava.

At last, all raining as it was, I sat down. How far we might still
be from the top I could not see; but be it far or be it near, nature
required rest. I threw myself on the ground, and the mild voice not
unwillingly crouched down close to me. "Now we can both have the
shawl," said he, and he put it over our joint shoulders; that is, he
put the shawl on mine while the fringe hung over his own. In half a
minute we were both asleep, almost in each other's arms.

Men when they sleep thus on a mountain-side in the rain do not
usually sleep long. Forty winks is generally acknowledged. Our nap
may have amounted to eighty each, but I doubt whether it was more. We
started together, rubbed our eyes, jumped to our feet, and prepared
ourselves for work. But, alas! where was the lava?

My impression is that in my sleep I must have kicked the stones and
sent them rolling. At any rate, they were gone. Dark and wet as it
was, we both went down a yard or two, but it was in vain; nothing
could be seen of them. The mild voice handed me the shawl, preparing
to descend in their search; but this was too much. "You will only
lose yourself," said I, laying hold of him, "and I shall have to
look for your bones. Besides, I want my breakfast! We will get other
specimens above."

"And perhaps they will be just as good," said he, cheerfully, when he
found that he would not be allowed to have his way.

"Every bit," said I. And so we trudged on, and at last reached our
mules. From this point men see, or think that they see, the two
oceans--the Atlantic and the Pacific--and this sight to many is one
of the main objects of the ascent. We saw neither the one ocean nor
the other.

We got back to the potrero about three, and found our German friends
just sitting down to dinner. The architect was seated on his bed on
one side of the table arranging the viands, while the doctor on the
other scooped out the brains of a strange bird with a penknife. The
latter operation he performed with a view of stuffing, not himself,
but the animal. They pressed us to dine with them before we started,
and we did so, though I must confess that the doctor's occupation
rather set me against my food. "If it be not done at once," said he,
apologizing, "it can't he done well;" and he scraped, and scraped,
and wiped his knife against the edge of the little table on which
the dishes were placed. What had become of the doctor's wife I do
not know, but she was not at the potrero when we dined there.

It was evening when we got into Cartago, and very tired we were.
My mind, however, was made up to go on to San Jose that night, and
ultimately I did so; but before starting, I was bound to repeat my
visit to the English lady with whom my mild friend lived. Mrs. X----
was, and I suppose is, the only Englishwoman living in Cartago, and
with that sudden intimacy which springs up with more than tropical
celerity in such places, she told me the singular history of her
married life.

The reader would not care that I should repeat it at length, for it
would make this chapter too long. Her husband had been engaged in
mining operations, and she had come out to Guatemala with him in
search of gold. From thence, after a period of partial success, he
was enticed away into Costa Rica. Some speculation there, in which he
or his partners were concerned, promised better than that other one
in Guatemala, and he went, leaving his young wife and children behind
him. Of course he was to return very soon, and of course he did not
return at all. Mrs. X---- was left with her children searching for
gold herself. "Every evening," she said, "I saw the earth washed
myself, and took up with me to the house the gold that was found."
What an occupation for a young Englishwoman, the mother of three
children! At this time she spoke no Spanish, and had no one with her
who spoke English.

And then tidings came from her husband that he could not come to
her, and she made up her mind to go to him. She had no money, the
gold-washing having failed; her children were without shoes to their
feet; she had no female companion; she had no attendant but one
native man; and yet, starting from the middle of Guatemala, she made
her way to the coast, and thence by ship to Costa Rica.

After that her husband became engaged in what, in those countries,
is called "transit." Now "transit" means the privilege of making
money by transporting Americans of the United States over the
isthmus to and from California, and in most hands has led to fraud,
filibustering, ruin, and destruction. Mr. X----, like many others,
was taken in, and according to his widow's account, the matter ended
in a deputation being sent, from New York I think, to murder him. He
was struck with a life-preserver in the streets of San Jose, never
fully recovered from the blow, and then died.

He had become possessed of a small estate in the neighbourhood of
Cartago, on the proceeds of which the widow was now living. "And will
you not return home?" I said. "Yes; when I have got my rights. Look
here--" and she brought down a ledger, showing me that she had all
manner of claims to all manner of shares in all manner of mines.
"Aurum irrepertum et sic melius situm!" As regards her, it certainly
would have been so.

For a coined sovereign, or five-dollar piece, I have the most
profound respect. It is about the most faithful servant that a man
can have in his employment, and should be held as by no means subject
to those scurrilous attacks which a pharisaically moral world so
often levels at its head. But of all objects of a man's ambition,
uncoined gold, gold to be collected in sand, or picked up in nuggets,
or washed out of earth, is, to my thinking, the most delusive and
most dangerous! Who knows, or has known, or ever seen, any man that
has returned happy from the diggings, and now sits contented under
his own fig-tree?

My friend Mrs. X---- was still hankering after the flesh-pots of
Egypt, the hidden gold of the Central American mountains. She slapped
her hands loudly together, for she was a woman of much energy, and
declared that she would have her rights. When she had gotten her
rights she would go home. Alas! alas! poor lady!

"And you," said I, to the mild voice, "will not you return?"

"I suppose so," said he, "when Mrs. X---- goes;" and he looked up to
the widow as though confessing that he was bound to her service, and
would not leave her; not that I think they had the slightest idea of
joining their lots together as men and women do. He was too mild for
that.

I did ride back to San Jose that night, and a most frightful journey
I had of it. I resumed, of course, my speechless, useless, dolt of
a guide--the man whom the Secretary of Legation had selected for me
before I started. Again I put my spur on his foot, and endeavoured to
spirit him up to ride before me, so that I might know my way in the
dark; but it was in vain; nothing would move him out of a walk, and
I was obliged to leave him.

And then it became frightfully dark--pitch dark as men say--dark so
that I could not see my mule's ears. I had nothing for it but to
trust to her; and soon found, by being taken down into the deep bed
of a river and through deep water, that we had left the road by which
I had before travelled. The beast did not live in San Jose I knew,
and I looked to be carried to some country rancho at which she would
be at home. But in a time sufficiently short, I found myself in San
Jose. The creature had known a shorter cut than that usually taken.




CHAPTER XX.

CENTRAL AMERICA--SAN JOSE TO GREYTOWN.


My purpose was to go right through Central America, from ocean to
ocean, and to accomplish this it was necessary that I should now
make my way down to the mouth of the San Juan river--to San Juan del
Norte as it was formerly called, or Greytown, as it is now named by
the English. This road, I was informed by all of whom I inquired,
was very bad,--so bad as to be all but impracticable to English
travellers.

And then, just at that moment, an event occurred which added greatly
to the ill name of this route. A few days before I reached San Jose,
a gentleman resident there had started for England with his wife,
and they had decided upon going by the San Juan. It seems that the
lady had reached San Jose, as all people do reach it, by Panama and
Punta-arenas, and had suffered on the route. At any rate, she had
taken a dislike to it, and had resolved on returning by the San Juan
and the Serapiqui rivers, a route which is called the Serapiqui road.

To do this it is necessary for the traveller to ride on mules for
four, five, or six days, according to his or her capability. The
Serapiqui river is then reached, and from that point the further
journey is made in canoes down the Serapiqui river till it falls into
the San Juan, and then down that river to Greytown.

This gentleman with his wife reached the Serapiqui in safety; though
it seems that she suffered greatly on the road. But when once there,
as she herself said, all her troubles were over. That weary work of
supporting herself on her mule, through mud and thorns and thick
bushes, of scrambling over precipices and through rivers, was done.
She had been very despondent, even from before the time of her
starting; but now, she said, she believed that she should live to see
her mother again. She was seated in the narrow canoe, among cloaks
and cushions, with her husband close to her, and the boat was pushed
into the stream. Almost in a moment, within two minutes of starting,
not a hundred yards from the place where she had last trod, the canoe
struck against a snag or upturned fragment of a tree and was overset.
The lady was borne by the stream among the entangled branches of
timber which clogged the river, and when her body was found life had
been long extinct.

This had happened on the very day that I reached San Jose, and the
news arrived two or three days afterwards. The wretched husband, too,
made his way back to the town, finding himself unable to go on upon
his journey alone, with such a burden on his back. What could he
have said to his young wife's mother when she came to meet him at
Southampton, expecting to throw her arms round her daughter?

I was again lucky in having a companion for my journey. A young
lieutenant of the navy, Fitzm---- by name, whose vessel was lying at
Greytown, had made his way up to San Jose on a visit to the Ouseleys,
and was to return at the same time that I went down. He had indeed
travelled up with the bereaved man who had lost his wife, having read
the funeral service over the poor woman's grave on the lonely shores
of the Serapiqui. The road, he acknowledged, was bad, too bad, he
thought, for any female; but not more than sufficiently so to make
proper excitement for a man. He, at any rate, had come over it
safely; but then he was twenty-four, and I forty-four; and so we
started together from San Jose, a crowd of friends accompanying us
for the first mile or two. There was that Secretary of Legation
prophesying that we should be smothered in the mud; there was the
Consul and the Consul's brother; nor was female beauty wanting to
wish us well on our road, and maybe to fling an old shoe after us for
luck as we went upon our journey.

We took four mules, that was one each for ourselves, and two for our
baggage; we had two guides or muleteers, according to bargain, both
of whom travelled on foot. The understanding was, that one mule
lightly laden with provisions and a pair of slippers and tooth-brush
should accompany us, one man also going with us; but that the
heavy-laden mule should come along after us at its own pace. Things,
however, did not so turn out: on the first day both the men and both
the mules lagged behind, and on one occasion we were obliged to
wait above an hour for them; but after that we all kept in a string
together, having picked up a third muleteer somewhere on the road.
We had also with us a distressed British subject, who was intrusted
to my tender mercies by the Consul at San Jose. He was not a good
sample of a Britisher; he had been a gold-finder in California,
then a filibuster, after that a teacher of the piano in the country
part of Costa Rica, and lastly an omnibus driver. He was to act as
interpreter for us, which, however, he did not do with much honesty
or zeal.

Our road at first lay through the towns of Aredia and Barba, the
former of which is a pleasant-looking little village, where, however,
we found great difficulty in getting anything to drink. Up to this,
and for a few leagues further, the road was very fair, and the land
on each side of us was cultivated. We had started at eight a.m., and
at about three in the afternoon there seemed to be great doubt as to
where we should stop. The leading muleteer wished to take us to a
house of a friend of his own, whereas the lieutenant and I resolved
that the day's work had not been long enough. I take it that on the
whole we were right, and the man gave in with sufficient good humour;
but it ended in our passing the night in a miserable rancho. That at
the potrero, on the road to the volcanic mountain, had been a palace
to it.

And here we got into the forest; we had hitherto been ascending the
whole way from San Jose, and had by degrees lost all appearance of
tillage. Still, however, there had been open spaces here and there
cleared for cattle, and we had not as yet found ourselves absolutely
enveloped by woods. This rancho was called Buena-vista; and certainly
the view from it was very pretty. It was pretty and extensive, as I
have seen views in Baden and parts of Bavaria; but again there was
nothing about which I could rave.

I shall not readily forget the night in that rancho. We were, I
presume, between seven and eight thousand feet above the sea-level;
and at night, or rather early in the morning, the cold was very
severe. Fitzm---- and I shared the same bed; that is, we lay on the
same boards, and did what we could to cover ourselves with the same
blankets. In that country men commonly ride upon blankets, having
them strapped over the saddles as pillions, and we had come so
provided; but before the morning was over I heartily wished for a
double allowance.

We had brought with us a wallet of provisions, certainly not too
well arranged by Sir William Ouseley's most reprehensible butler.
Travellers should never trust to butlers. Our piece de resistance
was a ham, and lo! it turned out to be a bad one. When the truth of
this fact first dawned upon us it was in both our minds to go back
and slay that butler: but there was still a piece of beef and some
chickens, and there had been a few dozen of hard-boiled eggs. But
Fitzm---- would amuse himself with eating these all along the road:
I always found when the ordinary feeding time came that they had not
had the slightest effect upon his appetite.

On the next morning we again ascended for about a couple of leagues,
and as long as we did so the road was still good; the surface was
hard, and the track was broad, and a horseman could wish nothing
better. And then we reached the summit of the ridge over which we
were passing; this we did at a place called Desenganos, and from
thence we looked down into vast valleys all running towards the
Atlantic. Hitherto the fall of water had been into the Pacific.

At this place we found a vast shed, with numberless bins and troughs
lying under it in great confusion. The facts, as far as I could
learn, were thus: Up to this point the government, that is Don Juan
Mora, or perhaps his predecessor, had succeeded in making a road
fit for the transit of mule carts. This shed had also been built to
afford shelter for the postmen and accommodation for the muleteers.
But here Don Juan's efforts had been stopped; money probably had
failed; and the great remainder of the undertaking will, I fear, be
left undone for many a long year.

And yet this, or some other road from the valley of San Jose to the
Atlantic, would be the natural outlet of the country. At present
the coffee grown in the central high lands is carried down to
Punta-arenas on the Pacific, although it must cross the Atlantic to
reach its market; consequently, it is either taken round the Horn,
and its sale thus delayed for months, or it is transported across the
isthmus by railway, at an enormous cost. They say there is a point
at which the Atlantic may be reached more easily than by the present
route of the Serapiqui river; nothing, however, has as yet been
done in the matter. To make a road fit even for mule carts, by the
course of the present track, would certainly be a work of enormous
difficulty.

And now our vexations commenced. We found that the path very soon
narrowed, so much so that it was with difficulty we could keep our
hats on our heads; and then the surface of the path became softer and
softer, till our beasts were up to their knees in mud. All motion
quicker than that of a walk became impossible; and even at this
pace the struggles in the mud were both frequent and uncomfortable.
Hitherto we had talked fluently enough, but now we became very
silent; we went on following, each at the other's tail, floundering
in the mud, silent, filthy, and down in the mouth.

"I tell you what it is," said Fitzm---- at last, stopping on the
road, for he had led the van, "I can't go any further without
breakfast." We referred the matter to the guide, and found that
Careblanco, the place appointed for our next stage, was still two
hours distant.

"Two hours! Why, half an hour since you said it was only a league!"
But what is the use of expostulating with a man who can't speak a
word of English?

So we got off our mules, and draped out our wallet among the bushes.
Our hard-boiled eggs were all gone, and it seemed as though the
travelling did not add fresh delights to the cold beef; so we
devoured another fowl, and washed it down with brandy and water.

As we were so engaged three men passed us with heavy burdens on their
backs. They were tall, thin, muscular fellows, with bare legs, and
linen clothes,--one of them apparently of nearly pure Indian blood.
It was clear that the loads they carried were very weighty. They were
borne high up on the back, and suspended by a band from the forehead,
so that a great portion of the weight must have fallen on the muscles
of the neck. This was the post; and as they had left San Jose some
eight hours after us, and had come by a longer route, so as to take
in another town, they must have travelled at a very fast pace. It was
our object to go down the Serapiqui river in the same boat with the
post. We had some doubt whether we should be able to get any other,
seeing that the owner of one such canoe had been drowned, I believe
in an endeavour to save the unfortunate lady of whom I have spoken;
and any boat taken separately would be much more expensive.

So, as quick as might be, we tied up our fragments and proceeded. It
was after this that I really learned how all-powerful is the force of
mud. We came at last to a track that was divided crossways by ridges,
somewhat like the ridges of ploughed ground. Each ridge was perhaps a
foot and a half broad, and the mules invariably stepped between them,
not on them. Stepping on them they could not have held their feet.
Stepping between them they came at each step with their belly to
the ground, so that the rider's feet and legs were trailing in the
mud. The struggles of the poor brutes were dreadful. It seemed to me
frequently impossible that my beast should extricate himself, laden
as he was. But still he went on patiently, slowly, and continuously;
splash, splash; slosh, slosh! Every muscle of his body was working;
and every muscle of my body was working also.

For it is not very easy to sit upon a mule under such circumstances.
The bushes were so close upon me that one hand was required to guard
my face from the thorns; my knees were constantly in contact with the
stumps of trees, and when my knees were free from such difficulties,
my shins were sure to be in the wars. Then the poor animal rolled
so from side to side in his incredible struggles with the mud that
it was frequently necessary to hold myself on by the pommel of the
saddle. Added to this, it was essentially necessary to keep some sort
of guide upon the creature's steps, or one's legs would be absolutely
broken. For the mule cares for himself only, and not for his rider.
It is nothing to him if a man's knees be put out of joint against the
stump of a tree.

Splash, splash, slosh, slosh! on we went in this way for hours,
almost without speaking. On such occasions one is apt to become
mentally cross, to feel that the world is too hard for one, that
one's own especial troubles are much worse than those of one's
neighbours, and that those neighbours are unfairly favoured. I could
not help thinking it very unjust that I should be fifteen stone,
while Fitzm---- was only eight. And as for that distressed Britisher,
he weighed nothing at all.

Splash, splash, slosh, slosh! we were at it all day. At
Careblanco--the place of the _white-faced pigs_ I understood it to
mean;--they say that there is a race of wild hogs with white faces
which inhabit the woods hereabouts--we overtook the post, and kept
close to them afterwards. This was a pasture farm in the very middle
of the forest, a bit of cleared land on which some adventurer had
settled himself and dared to live. The adventurer himself was not
there, but he had a very pretty wife, with whom my friend the
lieutenant seemed to have contracted an intimate acquaintance on his
previous journey up to San Jose.

But at Careblanco we only stopped two minutes, during which, however,
it became necessary that the lieutenant should go into the rancho
on the matter of some article of clothes which had been left behind
on his previous journey; and then, again, on we went, slosh, slosh,
splash, splash! My shins by this time were black and blue, and I held
myself on to my mule chiefly by my spurs. Our way was still through
dense forest, and was always either up or down hill. And here we came
across the grandest scenery that I met with in the western world;
scenery which would admit of raving, if it were given to me to rave
on such a subject.

We were travelling for the most part along the side of a volcanic
mountain, and every now and then the declivity would become so steep
as to give us a full view down into the ravine below, with the
prospect of the grand, steep, wooded hill on the other side, one huge
forest stretching up the mountain for miles. At the bottom of the
ravine one's eye would just catch a river, looking like a moving
thread of silver wire. And yet, though the descent was so great,
there would be no interruption to it. Looking down over the thick
forest trees which grew almost from the side of a precipice, the eye
would reach the river some thousand feet below, and then ascend on
the other side over a like unbroken expanse of foliage.

Of course we both declared that we had never seen anything to equal
it. In moments of ecstasy one always does so declare. But there was
a monotony about it, and a want of grouping which forbids me to place
it on an equality with scenery really of the highest kind, with the
mountains, for instance, round Colico, with the head of the Lake
of the Four Cantons, or even with the views of the upper waters of
Killarney.

And then, to speak the truth, we were too much engulfed in mud, too
thoughtful as to the troubles of the road, to enjoy it thoroughly.
"Wonderful that; isn't it?" "Yes, very wonderful; fine break; for
heaven's sake do get on." That is the tone which men are apt to adopt
under such circumstances. Five or six pounds of thick mud clinging
round one's boots and inside one's trousers do not add to one's
enjoyment of scenery.

Mud, mud; mud, mud! At about five o'clock we splashed into another
pasture farm in the middle of the forest, a place called San Miguel,
and there we rested for that night. Here we found that our beef also
must be thrown away, and that our bread was all gone. We had picked
up some more hard-boiled eggs at ranchos on the road, but hard-boiled
eggs to my companion were no more than grains of gravel to a
barn-door fowl; they merely enabled him to enjoy his regular diet. At
this place, however, we were able to purchase fowls--skinny old hens
which were shot for us at a moment's warning. The price being, here
and elsewhere along the road, a dollar a head. Tea and candles a
ministering angel had given to me at the moment of my departure
from San Jose. But for them we should have indeed been comfortless,
thirsty, and in utter darkness. Towards evening a man gets tired
of brandy and water, when he has been drinking it since six in the
morning.

Our washing was done under great difficulties, as in these districts
neither nature nor art seems to have provided for such emergencies.
In this place I got my head into a tin pot, and could hardly
extricate it. But even inside the houses and ranchos everything
seemed to turn into mud. The floor beneath one's feet became mud with
the splashing of the water. The boards were begrimed with mud. We
were offered coffee that was mud to the taste and touch. I felt that
the blood in my veins was becoming muddy.

And then we had another day exactly like the former, except that the
ground was less steep, and the vistas of scenery less grand. The
weather also was warmer, seeing that we were now on lower ground.
Monkeys chattered on the trees around us, and the little congo ape
roared like a lion. Macaws flew about, generally in pairs; and we saw
white turkeys on the trees. Up on the higher forests we had seen none
of these animals.

There are wild hogs also in these woods, and ounces. The ounce here
is, I believe, properly styled the puma, though the people always
call them lions. They grow to about the size of a Newfoundland dog.
The wild cat also is common here, the people styling them tigers. The
xagua is, I take it, their proper name. None of these animals will, I
believe, attack a man unless provoked or pressed in pursuit; and not
even then if a way of escape be open to him.

We again breakfasted at a forest clearing, paying a dollar each for
tough old hens, and in the evening we came to a cacao plantation in
the middle of the forest which had been laid out and settled by an
American of the United States residing in Central America. This place
is not far from the Serapiqui river, and is called Padregal. It was
here that the young lieutenant had read the funeral service over the
body of that unfortunate lady.

I went with him to visit the grave. It was a spot in the middle of a
grass enclosure, fenced off rudely so as to guard it from beasts of
prey. The funeral had taken place after dusk. It had been attended by
some twelve or fourteen Costa Rican soldiers who are kept in a fort
a little below, on the banks of the Serapiqui. Each of these men had
held a torch. The husband was there, and another Englishman who was
travelling with him; as was also, I believe, the proprietor of the
place. So attended, the body of the Englishwoman was committed to its
strange grave in a strange country.

Here we picked up another man, an American, who also had been looking
for gold, and perhaps doing a turn as a filibuster. Him too the world
had used badly, and he was about to return with all his golden dreams
unaccomplished.

We had one more stage down to the spot at which we were to embark
in the canoe--the spot at which the lady had been drowned--and this
one we accomplished early in the morning. This place is called the
Muelle, and here there is a fort with a commandant and a small
company of soldiers. The business of the commandant is to let no
one up or down the river without a passport; and as a passport
cannot be procured anywhere nearer than San Jose, here may arise
a great difficulty to travellers. We were duly provided, but our
recently-picked-up American friend was not; and he was simply told
that he would not be allowed to get into a boat on the river.

"I never seed such a d----d country in my life," said the American.
"They would not let me leave San Jose till I paid every shilling
I owed; and now that I have paid, I ain't no better off. I wish
I hadn't paid a d----d cent."

I advised him to try what some further operation in the way of
payment would do, and with this view he retired with the commandant.
In a minute or two they both returned, and the commandant said he
would look at his instructions again. He did so, and declared that
he now found it was compatible with his public duty to allow the
American to pass. "But I shall not have a cent left to take me home,"
said the American to me. He was not a smart man, though he talked
smart. For when the moment of departure came all the places in the
boat were taken, and we left him standing on the shore. "Well, I'm
darned!" he said; and we neither heard nor saw more of him.

That passage down the Serapiqui was not without interest, though it
was somewhat monotonous. Here, for the first time in my life, I found
my bulk and size to be of advantage to me. In the after part of the
canoe sat the master boatman, the captain of the expedition, steering
with a paddle. Then came the mails and our luggage, and next to them
I sat, having a seat to myself, being too weighty to share a bench
with a neighbour. I therefore could lean back among the luggage; and
with a cigar in my mouth, with a little wooden bicher of weak brandy
and water beside me, I found that the position had its charms.

On the next thwart sat, cheek by jowl, the lieutenant and the
distressed Britisher. Unfortunately they had nothing on which to
lean, and I sincerely pitied my friend, who, I fear, did not enjoy
his position. But what could I do? Any change in our arrangements
would have upset the canoe. And then close in the bow of the boat sat
the two natives paddling; and they did paddle without cessation all
that day, and all the next till we reached Greytown.

The Serapiqui is a fine river; very rapid, but not so much so as to
make it dangerous, if care be taken to avoid the snags. There is not
a house or hut on either side of it; but the forest comes down to the
very brink. Up in the huge trees the monkeys hung jabbering, shaking
their ugly heads at the boat as it went down, or screaming in anger
at this invasion of their territories. The macaws flew high over
head, making their own music, and then there was the constant little
splash of the paddle in the water. The boatmen spoke no word, but
worked on always, pausing now and again for a moment to drink out of
the hollow of their hands. And the sun became hotter and hotter as we
neared the sea; and the musquitoes began to bite; and cigars were lit
with greater frequency. 'Tis thus that one goes down the waters of
the Serapiqui.

About three we got into the San Juan. This is the river by which the
great lake of Nicaragua empties itself into the sea; which has been
the channel used by the transit companies who have passed from ocean
to ocean through Nicaragua; which has been so violently interfered
with by filibusters, till all such transit has been banished from its
waters; and which has now been selected by M. Belly as the course for
his impossible canal. It has seen dreadful scenes of cruelty, wrong,
and bloodshed. Now it runs along peaceably enough, in its broad,
shallow, swift course, bearing on its margin here and there the
rancho and provision-ground of some wild settler who has sought to
overcome

   "The whips and scorns of time--
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,"

by looking for bread and shelter on those sad, sunburnt, and solitary
banks.

We landed at one such place to dine, and at another to sleep,
selecting in each place some better class of habitation. At neither
place did we find the owner there, but persons left in charge of the
place. At the first the man was a German; a singularly handsome and
dirty individual, who never shaved or washed himself, and lived
there, ever alone, on bananas and musk-melons. He gave us fruit to
take into the boat with us, and when we parted we shook hands with
him. Out here every one always does shake hands with every one. But
as I did so I tendered him a dollar. He had waited upon us, bringing
water and plates; he had gathered fruit for us; and he was, after
all, no more than the servant of the river squatter. But he let the
dollar fall to the ground, and that with some anger in his face. The
sum was made up of the small silver change of the country, and I felt
rather little as I stooped under the hot sun to pick it up from out
the mud of the garden. Better that than seem to leave it there in
anger. It is often hard for a traveller to know when he is wished to
pay, and when he is wished not to pay. A poorer-looking individual
in raiment and position than that German I have seldom seen; but he
despised my dollar as though it had been dirt.

We slept at the house of a Greytown merchant, who had maintained an
establishment up the river, originally with the view of supplying
the wants of the American travellers passing in transit across the
isthmus. The flat-bottom steamers which did some five or six years
since ply upon the river used to take in wood here and stop for the
night. And the passengers were wont to come on shore, and call for
rum and brandy; and in this way much money was made. Till after a
time filibusters came instead of passengers; men who took all the
wood that they could find there--hundreds of dollars' worth of sawn
wood, and brandy also--took it away with them, saying that they would
give compensation when they were established in the country, but made
no present payment. And then it became tolerably clear that the time
for making money in that locality had passed away.

They came in great numbers on one such occasion, and stripped away
everything they could find. Sawn wood for their steam-boilers was
especially desirable, and they took all that had been prepared for
the usual wants of the river. Having helped themselves to this, and
such other chattels as were at the moment needed and at hand, they
went on their way, grimly rejoicing. On the following day most of
them returned; some without arms, some without legs, some even
without heads; a wretched, wounded, mutilated, sore-struck body of
filibusters. The boiler of their large steamer had burst, scattering
destruction far and near. It was current among the filibusters that
the logs of wood had been laden with gunpowder in order to effect
this damage. It is more probable, that being filibusters, rough
and ready as the phrase goes, they had not duly looked to their
engineering properties. At any rate, they all returned. On the whole,
these filibusters have suffered dire punishment for their sins.

At any rate, the merchant under whose roof we slept received no
payment for his wood. Here we found two men living, not in such
squalid misery as that independent German, but nevertheless
sufficiently isolated from the world. One was an old Swedish sailor,
who seemed to speak every language under the sun, and to have been in
every portion of the globe, whether under the sun or otherwise. At
any rate, we could not induce him to own to not having been in any
place. Timbuctoo; yes, indeed, he had unfortunately been a captive
there for three years. At Mecca he had passed as an Arab among the
Arabs, having made the great pilgrimage in company with many children
of Mahomet, wearing the green turban as a veritable child of Mahomet
himself. Portsmouth he knew well, having had many a row about the
Head. We could not catch him tripping, though we put him through his
facings to the best of our joint geographical knowledge. At present
he was a poor gardener on the San Juan river, having begun life as a
lieutenant in the Swedish navy. _He_ had seen too much of the world
to refuse the dollar which was offered to him.

On the next morning we reached Greytown, following the San Juan river
down to that pleasant place. There is another passage out to the sea
by the Colorado, a branch river which, striking out from the San
Juan, runs into the ocean by a shorter channel. This also has been
thought of as a course for the projected canal, preferable to that
of the San Juan. I believe them to be equally impracticable. The San
Juan river itself is so shallow that we were frequently on the ground
even in our light canoe.

And what shall I say of Greytown? We have a Consul-General there,
or at least had one when these pages were written; a Consul-General
whose duty it is, or was, to have under his special care the King
of Mosquitia--as some people are pleased to call this coast--of
the Mosquito coast as it is generally styled. Bluefields, further
along the coast, is the chosen residence of this sable tyrant; but
Greytown is the capital of his dominions. Now it is believed that, in
deference to the feelings of the United States, and to the American
reading of the Clayton-Bulwer treaty, and in deference, I may add,
to a very sensible consideration that the matter is of no possible
moment to ourselves, the protectorate of the Mosquito coast is to be
abandoned. What the king will do I cannot imagine; but it will be
a happy day I should think for our Consul when he is removed from
Greytown. Of all the places in which I have ever put my foot, I
think that is the most wretched. It is a small town, perhaps of two
thousand inhabitants, though this on my part is a mere guess, at the
mouth of the San Juan, and surrounded on every side either by water
or impassable forests. A walk of a mile in any direction would be
impossible, unless along the beach of the sea; but this is of less
importance, as the continual heat would prevent any one from thinking
of such exercise. Sundry Americans live here, worshipping the
almighty dollar as Americans do, keeping liquor shops and warehouses;
and with the Americans, sundry Englishmen and sundry Germans. Of the
female population I saw nothing except some <DW64> women, and one
white, or rather red-faced owner of a rum shop. The native population
are the Mosquito Indians; but it seems that they are hardly allowed
to live in Greytown. They are to be seen paddling about in their
canoes, selling a few eggs and chickens, catching turtle, and
not rarely getting drunk. They would seem from their colour and
physiognomy to be a cross between the <DW64> and the Indian; and such
I imagine to be the case. They have a language of their own, but
those on the coast almost always speak English also.

My gallant young friend, Fitzm----, was in command of a small
schooner inside the harbour of Greytown. As the accommodation of the
city itself was not inviting, I gladly took up my quarters under his
flag until the English packet, which was then hourly expected, should
be ready to carry me to Colon and St. Thomas. I can only say that
if I was commander of that schooner I would lie outside the harbour,
so as to be beyond the ill-usage of those frightful musquitoes. The
country has been well named Mosquitia.

There was an American man-of-war and also an English
man-of-war--sloops-of-war both I believe technically--lying off
Greytown; and we dined on board them both, on two consecutive days.
Of the American I will say, speaking in their praise, that I never
ate such bacon and peas. It may be that the old hens up the Serapiqui
river had rendered me peculiarly susceptible to such delights; but
nevertheless, I shall always think that there was something peculiar
about the bacon and peas on board the American sloop-of-war 'St.
Louis.'

And on the second day the steamer came in; the 'Trent,' Captain Moir;
we then dined on board of her, and on the same night she sailed for
Colon. And when shall I see that gallant young lieutenant again?
Putting aside his unjust, and I must say miraculous consumption
of hard-boiled eggs, I could hardly wish for a better travelling
companion.




CHAPTER XXI.

CENTRAL AMERICA--RAILWAYS, CANALS, AND TRANSIT.


How best to get about this world which God has given us is certainly
one of the most interesting subjects which men have to consider, and
one of the most interesting works on which men can employ themselves.

The child when born is first suckled, then fed with a spoon; in
his next stage, his food is cut up for him, and he begins to help
himself; for some years after that it is still carved under parental
authority; and then at last he sits down to the full enjoyment of his
own leg of mutton, under his own auspices.

Our development in travelling has been much of the same sort, and we
are now perhaps beginning to use our own knife and fork, though we
hardly yet understand the science of carving; or at any rate, can
hardly bring our hands to the duly dexterous use of the necessary
tools.

We have at least got so far as this, that we perceive that the leg
of mutton is to be cooked and carved. We are not to eat hunks of raw
sheep cut off here and there. The meat to suit our palates should
be put on a plate in the guise of a cleanly slice, cut to a certain
thickness, and not exceeding a certain size.

And we have also got so far as this, that we know that the world must
be traversed by certain routes, prepared for us originally not by
ourselves, but by the hand of God. We were great heroes when we first
got round the Cape of Good Hope, when we first crossed the Atlantic,
when we first doubled Cape Horn. We were then learning to pick up our
crumbs with our earliest knives and forks, and there was considerable
peril in the attempt. We have got beyond that now, and have perceived
that we may traverse the world without going round it. The road from
Europe to Asia is by Egypt and the Isthmus of Suez, not by the Cape
of Good Hope. So also is the road from Europe to the West of America,
and from the east of America to Asia by the isthmus of Central
America, and not by Cape Horn.

We have found out this, and have, I presume, found out also that
this was all laid out for us by the hands of the Creator,--prepared
exactly as the sheep have been prepared. It has been only necessary
that we should learn to use the good things given us.

That there are reasons why the way should not have been made
absolutely open we may well suppose, though we cannot perhaps at
present well understand. How currents of the sea might have run so
as to have impeded rather than have assisted navigation, had the
two Americas been disjoined; how pernicious winds might have blown,
and injurious waters have flowed, had the Red Sea opened into the
Mediterranean, we may imagine, though we cannot know. That the
world's surface, as formed by God, is best for God's purposes, and
therefore certainly best for man's purposes, that most of us must
believe.

But it is for us to carve the good things which are put before us,
and to find out the best way in which they may be carved. We may,
perhaps, fairly think that we have done much towards acquiring this
knowledge, but we certainly know that there is more yet to be done.
We have lines of railways from London to Manchester; from Calais
across France and all the Germanies to Eastern Europe; from the
coast of Maine, through the Canadas, to the central territories
of the United States; but there are no lines yet from New York to
California, nor from the coast of the Levant to Bombay and Calcutta.

But perhaps the two greatest points which are at this moment being
mooted, with reference to the carriage about the world of mankind and
man's goods, concern the mode in which we may most advantageously
pass across the isthmuses of Suez and Panama. These are the two land
obstacles in the way of navigation, of direct water carriage round
the earth's belt--obstacles as they appear to us, though in truth
so probably locks formed by the Almighty for the assistance of our
navigation.

For many years, it is impossible to say how many, but for some few
centuries as regards Panama, and for many centuries as regards Suez,
this necessity has been felt, and the minds of men in those elder
days inclined naturally to canals. In the days of the old kings of
Egypt, antecedent to Cleopatra, attempts were made to cut through the
sands and shallow lakes from the eastern margin of the Nile's delta
to the Red Sea; and the idea of piercing Central America in some
point occurred to the Spaniards immediately on their discovering
the relative position of the two oceans. But in those days men were
infants, not as yet trusted with the carving-knife.

The work which unsuccessfully filled the brains of so many thoughtful
men for so many years has now been done--at any rate to a degree.
Railways have been completed from Alexandria on the Mediterranean to
Suez on the Red Sea, and from Panama on the Pacific, to Aspinwall
or Colon on the Caribbean Sea. These railways are now at work, and
passengers are carried across with sufficient rapidity. The Isthmus
of Suez, over which the line of railway runs for something over
two hundred miles, creates a total delay to our Indian mails and
passengers of twenty-four hours only, and the lesser distance of the
American isthmus is traversed in three hours. Were rapidity here as
necessary as it is in the other case--and it will doubtless become
so--the conveyance from one sea to the other need not create a delay
of above twelve hours.

But not the less are many men--good and scientific men too--keenly
impressed with the idea that the two isthmuses should be pierced
with canals, although these railways are at work. All mankind has
heard much of M. Lesseps and his Suez canal. On that matter I do not
mean to say much here. I have a very strong opinion that such canal
will not and cannot be made; that all the strength of the arguments
adduced in the matter are hostile to it; and that steam navigation
by land will and ought to be the means of transit through Egypt. But
that matter is a long way distant from our present subject. It is
with reference to the transit over the other isthmus that I propose
to say a few words.

It is singular, or perhaps if rightly considered not singular, that
both the railways have been constructed mainly by Anglo-Saxon science
and energy, and under the pressure of Anglo-Saxon influence; while
both the canal schemes most prevalent at the present day owe their
repute to French eloquence and French enthusiasm. M. Lesseps is the
patron of the Suez canal, and M. Belly of that which is, or is not to
be, constructed from San Juan del Norte, or Greytown, to the shores
of the Pacific.

There are three proposed methods of crossing the isthmus, that by
railway, that by canal, and a third by the ordinary use of such
ordinary means of conveyance as the land and the waters of the
country afford.

As regards railway passage, one line being now open and at work,
has those nine points in its favour which possession gives. It does
convey men and goods across with great rapidity, and is a reality,
doing that which it pretends to do. Its charges, however, are very
high; and it would doubtless be well if competition, or fear of
competition, could be made to lower them. Five pound is charged for
conveying a passenger less than fifty miles; no class of passengers
can cross at a cheaper fare; and the rates charged for goods are
as high in comparison. On the other side, it may be said that
the project was one of great risk, that the line was from its
circumstances very costly, having been made at an expense of about
thirty-two thousand pounds a mile--I believe, however, that a
considerable portion of the London and Birmingham line was equally
expensive--and that trains by which money can be made cannot run
often, perhaps only six or seven times a month each way.

It is, however, very desirous that the fares should be lowered, and
the great profits accruing to the railway prove that this may be
done. Eventually they doubtless will be lowered.

The only other line of railway which now seems to be spoken of as
practicable for the passage of the isthmus is one the construction
of which has been proposed across the republic of Honduras, from a
spot called Port Cortez, in the Bay of Honduras, on the northern or
Atlantic side, to some harbour to be chosen in the Bay of Fonseca, on
the southern or Pacific side. Mr. Squier, who was Charge d'Affaires
from the United States to Central America, and whose work on the
republics of Central America is well known, strongly advocates this
line, showing in the first place that from its position it would suit
the traffic of the United States much better than that of Panama;
as undoubtedly it would, seeing that the transit from New York to
California, via Panama, must go down south as far as latitude 7 deg.
north; whereas, by the proposed route through Honduras it need not
descend below lat. 13 deg. north, thus saving double that distance
in the total run each way.* Mr. Squier then goes on to prove that
the country of Honduras is in every way suited for the purposes of a
railway; but here I am not sure that he carries me with him. The road
would have to ascend nearly three thousand feet above the sea-level;
and though it may be true that the grades themselves would not be
more severe than many that are now to be found on railways in full
work in other countries, nevertheless it must be felt that the
overcoming such an altitude in such a country, and the working over
it when overcome, would necessarily add greatly to the original cost
of the line, and the subsequent cost of running. The Panama line
goes through a country comparatively level. Then the distance across
Honduras is one hundred and fifty miles, and it is computed that the
line would be two hundred miles: the length of the Panama line is
forty-seven or forty-eight miles.

   [*Not that we may take all that Mr. Squier says on this
   subject as proved. His proposed route for the traffic of the
   United States is from the western coast of Florida to the
   chosen port, Port Cortez, in Honduras; and he attempts to
   show that this is pretty nearly the only possible passage in
   those seas free from hurricanes and danger. But this passage
   is right across the Gulf of Mexico, and vessels would have
   to stem the full force of the gulf-stream on their passage
   down from Florida.

   In all such matters where a man becomes warm on a scheme he
   feels himself compelled to prove that the gods themselves
   have pointed out the plan as the only one fit for adoption,
   as the only one free from all evil and blessed with every
   advantage. We are always over-proving our points.]

The enormous cost of the Panama line arose from the difficulty of
obtaining the necessary sort of labour. The natives would not work as
they were wanted, and Europeans died there; so that, at last, labour
was imported from the coast of New Granada. At the high level named
as the summit of the Honduras route, the climate would no doubt be
comparatively mild, and labour easy to be borne; but near the coast
of the Bays, both of Honduras and Fonseca, the heat would be as great
as at Aspinwall and Panama, and the effects probably the same.

As regards our British traffic, the route by the Isthmus of Panama is
the better situated of the two. Looking at a map of the world--and
it is necessary to take in the whole world, in order that the
courses of British trade may be seen--it does not seem to be of much
consequence, as regards distance, whether a bale of goods from London
to Sydney should pass the isthmus by Honduras or Panama; but in
fact, even for this route, the former would labour under great
disadvantages. A ship in making its way from Honduras up to Jamaica
has to fight against the trade winds. On this account our mail
steamer from Belize to Jamaica is timed only at four miles an hour,
though the mail to Honduras is timed at eight miles an hour. This
would be the direct route from the terminus of the Honduras line
to Europe, and matters would be made only worse if any other line
were taken. But the track from Panama to Jamaica is subject to what
sailors call a soldier's wind; even working to St. Thomas, and
thereby getting a stronger slant of the trade winds against them, our
mail steamers can make eight or nine miles an hour.

As regards our trade to Chili and Peru, it is clear that Honduras
is altogether out of our way; and as regards our coming trade to
Frazer River and Vancouver's Island, though the absolute distance,
via Honduras, would be something shorter, that benefit would be
neutralized by the disadvantageous position of the Bay of Honduras
as above explained.

But the great advantage which the Panama line enjoys is the fact of
its being already made. _It has the nine points which possession
gives it._ Its forty-eight miles cost one million six hundred
thousand pounds. It cannot be presumed that two hundred miles through
Honduras could be made for double that sum; and seeing that the
Honduras line would be in opposition to the other, and only be used
if running at fares lower than those of its rival, I cannot see how
it would pay, or where the money is to be procured. I am not aware
that the absolute cost of the proposed line through Honduras has been
accurately computed.

As regards the public interest, two lines would no doubt be better
than one. Competition is always beneficial to the consumer; but in
this case, I do not expect to see the second line made in our days.
That there will in future days be a dozen ways of commodiously
crossing the isthmus--when we have thoroughly learned how best to
carve our leg of mutton--I do not at all doubt.

It may be as well to state here that England is bound by a treaty
with Honduras, made in 1836, to assist in furthering the execution
of this work by our countenance, aid, and protection, on condition
that when made, we Britishers are to have the full use of it;
as much so, at least, as any other people or nation. And that,
as I take it, is the sole and only meaning of all those treaties
made on our behalf with Central America, or in respect to Central
America--Clayton-Bulwer treaty, new Ouseley treaty, and others;
namely, that we, who are desirous of excluding no person from the
benefits of this public world-road, are not ourselves to be excluded
on any consideration whatever. And may we not boast that this is the
only object looked for in all our treaties and diplomatic doings?
Is it not for that reason that we hold Gibraltar, are jealous about
Egypt, and resolved to have Perim in our power? Is it not true that
we would fain make all ways open to all men? that we would have them
open to ourselves, certainly; but not closed against any human being?
If that, and such like, be not what our diplomatists are doing, then
I, for one, misunderstand their trade.

So much for the two railways, and now as to the proposed canals. Here
no happy undertaking can boast of the joys of possession. No canal is
as yet open carrying men and goods with, shall we say, twenty-five
per cent. profit on the outlay. Ah, that is an elysium which does not
readily repeat itself. Oh, thou thrice happy Colonel Totten, who hast
constructed a railway resulting in such celestial beatitude!

The name of canals projected across the isthmus has been legion, and
the merits of them all have in their time been hotly pressed by their
special advocates. That most to the north, which was the passage
selected by Cortes, and pressed by him on the Spanish government,
would pass through Mexico. The line would be from the Gulf of
Campechay, up the river Coatzacoalcoz, to Tehuantepec, on the
Pacific. This was advocated as lately as 1845, but has now, I
believe, been abandoned as impracticable. Going south down the map,
the next proposition of which I can find mention is for a canal from
the head of the Lake of Dulce through the state of Guatemala; the
Lake or Gulf of Dulce being at the head of the Gulf of Honduras.
This also seems to have been abandoned. Then we come to the proposed
Honduras railway, of which mention has been made.

Next below this we reach a cluster of canals, all going through the
great inland lake of Nicaragua. This scheme, or one of these schemes,
has also been in existence since the times of the early Spaniards;
and has been adhered to with more or less pertinacity ever since.
This Lake of Nicaragua was to be reached either direct by the river
San Juan, or by entering the river San Juan from the ocean by the
river Colorado, which is in effect a branch of the San Juan; the
projected canal would thus ascend to the lake. From thence to the
Pacific various passages for egress have been suggested; at first it
was intended, naturally, to get out at the nearest practicable point,
that being probably at San Juan del Sur. They have San Juans and San
Joses quite at pleasure about these countries.

Then came the grand plan of the present French emperor, bearing at
least his name, and first published, I think, in 1846; this was a
very grand plan, of course. The route of "transit" was to be right up
the Lake of Nicaragua to its northern point; there the canal was to
enter the River Tipitapa, and come out again in the northern Lake of
Managua; from thence it was to be taken out to the Pacific at the
port of Realejo. This project included the building of an enormous
city, which was to contain the wealth of the new world, and to be, as
it were, a new Constantinople between the two lakes; but the scheme
has been abandoned as being too costly, too imperial.

And now we have M. Belly's scheme; his scheme and pamphlet of which I
will say a few words just now, and therefore I pass on to the others.

The line of the River Chargres, and from thence to the town of
Panama--being very nearly the line of the present railway--was
long contemplated with favour, but has now been abandoned as
impracticable; as has also the line over the Isthmus of Darien,
which was for a while thought to be the most feasible, as being
the shortest. The lie of the land, however, and the nature of the
obstacles to be overcome, have put this scheme altogether out of the
question.

Next and last is the course of the River Atrato, which runs into the
Gulf of Darien, but which is, in fact, the first of the great rivers
of South America; first, that is, counting them as commencing from
the isthmus. It runs down from the Andes parallel to the coast of
the Pacific, and is navigable for many miles. The necessary surveys,
however, for connecting this river with the Pacific have never yet
been made; and even if this plan were practicable, the extremely low
latitude at which the Pacific ocean would be reached would make such
a line bad for our trade, and quite out of the question for the chief
portion of the American "transit."

It appears, therefore, that there are insuperable objections to all
these canal routes, unless it be to some route passing through the
Lake of Nicaragua. By reference to a map of Central America it will
be seen that the waters of this lake, joined to those of the San Juan
river, comprise the breadth of nearly the whole isthmus, leaving a
distance not exceeding twenty miles to be conquered by a canal. At
first sight this appears to be very enticing, and M. Belly has been
enticed. He has been enticed, or at any rate writes as though this
were the case; anything worded more eloquently, energetically, and
grandiloquently, than his pamphlet in favour of this route I have not
met, even among French pamphlets.

M. Felix Belly describes himself as a "publiciste," and chevalier of
the order of Saint Maurice and Lazarus, and of the order of Medjidie.
As such he has made a convention with Don Thomas Martinez, President
of the republic of Nicaragua, and with Don Juan Rafael Mora,
President of the republic of Costa Rica, in accordance with which he,
Chevalier Belly, is to cut a canal or water-route for ships through
the territories of those potentates, obtaining thereby certain
vast privileges, including the possession of no small portion of
those territories, and the right of levying all manner of tolls on
the world's commerce which is to pass through his canal. And the
potentates above named are in return to receive from M. Belly very
considerable subsidies out of these tolls. They bind themselves,
moreover, to permit no other traffic or transit through their
country, securing to M. Belly for ninety-nine years the monopoly
of the job; and granting to him the great diplomatic privilege of
constituting his canal, let it be here or there, the boundary of the
realms of these two potentates.

What strikes me with the greatest wonder on reading--not the
pamphlet, for that is perhaps more wonderful in other respects--but
the articles of the convention, is, that these three persons, the
potentates aforesaid and the chevalier, should have among them the
power of doing all this; or that they should even have had the power
of agreeing to do all this; for really up to this period one seems
hardly to have heard in England much about any one of them.

That there should be presidents of these two republics is supposed,
as there are also, doubtless, of San Salvador and Venezuela, and
all the other western republics; but it is to be presumed that as
presidents of republics they can have themselves no more power to
give away a ninety-nine years' possession of their lands and waters
than can any other citizen. Mr. Buchanan could hardly sell to any
Englishman, however enterprising, the right of making a railway from
New York to San Francisco. The convention does certainly bear two
other signatures, which purport to be those of the ministers of
foreign affairs attached to those two republics; but even this hardly
seems to give us a sufficient guarantee of power. What if we should
put our money into the canal, and future presidents should refuse to
be bound by the agreement?

But M. Belly's name stands on his side alone. No foreign minister or
aide-de-camp is necessary to back his signature. The two potentates
having agreed to give the country, he will agree to make the
canal--he, M. Belly, Publiciste and Chevalier. It is to cost
altogether, according to his account, 120,000,000 francs--say,
four million eight hundred thousand pounds sterling. Of a company,
chairman, and directors we hear nothing. We cannot find that the
shares are in the market. Probably they may be too valuable. On our
own Stock Exchange the matter does not seem to be much known, nor do
we perceive that it is quoted among French prices. Nevertheless, M.
Belly has the four million eight hundred thousand pounds already in
his breeches-pockets, and he will make the canal. I wonder whether he
would drain London for us if we were to ask him.

But wonderful as is the fact that these three gentlemen should be
about to accomplish this magnificent undertaking for the world, the
eloquence of the language in which the undertaking is described is
perhaps more wonderful still.

"On the first of May, 1858, at Rivas, in Nicaragua, in the midst of a
concourse of circumstances full of grandeur, a convention was signed
which opens to civilization a new view and unlimited horizons. The
hour has come for commencing with resolution this enterprise of
cutting the Isthmus of Panama. ... The solution of the problem
must be no longer retarded. It belongs to an epoch which has given
to itself the mission of pulling down barriers and suppressing
distances. It must be regarded, not as a private speculation, but as
a creation of public interest--not as the work of this people or that
party, but as springing from civilization itself." Then M. Belly goes
on to say that this project, emanating from a man sympathetic with
the cause and a witness of the heroism of Central America, namely
himself, possesses advantages--which of course could not attach to
any scheme devised by a less godlike being.

It may be seen that I have no great belief in the scheme of M. Belly;
neither have I in many other schemes of the present day emanating
from Englishmen, Americans, and others. But it is not that disbelief,
but my admiration for French eloquence which urges me to make the
above translation. Alas! I feel that I have lost so much of the
Gallic fragrance! The Parisian aroma has escaped from the poor
English words!

Is not this peculiar eloquence used in propagating all French
projects for increased civilization? From the invention of a new
constitution to that of a new shirt is it even wanting? We, with our
stupid, unimaginative platitudes, know no better than to write up
"Eureka" when we think we have discovered anything; but a Frenchman
tells his countrymen that they need no longer be mortals; a new era
has come; let them wear his slippers and they will walk as gods
walk. How many new eras have there not been? Who is not sick of the
grandiloquence of French progress? "Now--now we have taken the one
great step. The dove at length may nestle with the kite, the lamb
drink with the wolf. Men may share their goods, certain that others
will share with them. Labour and wages, work and its reward, shall
be systematized. Now we have done it, and the world shall be happy."
Well; perhaps the French world is happy. It may be that the liberty
which they have propagated, the equality which they enjoy, and the
fraternity which they practise, is fit for them!

But when has truly mighty work been heralded by magniloquence? Did
we have any grand words from old George Stephenson, with his "vera
awkward for the cou"? Was there aught of the eloquent sententiousness
of a French marshal about the lines of Torres Vedras? Was Luther apt
to speak with great phraseology? If words ever convey to my ears a
positive contradiction of the assertion which they affect to make, it
is when they are grandly antithetical and magnificently verbose. If,
in addition to this, they promise to mankind "new epochs, new views,
and unlimited horizons," surely no further proof can be needed that
they are vain, empty, and untrue.

But the language in which this proposal for a canal is couched is
hardly worth so much consideration--would be worth no consideration
at all, did it not come before us now as an emblem of that which
at this present time is the most pernicious point in the French
character; a false boasting of truth and honesty, with little or no
relish for true truth and true honesty.

The present question is whether M. Belly's canal scheme be feasible;
and, if feasible, whether he has or can attain the means of carrying
it out.

In the first place, it has already come to pass that the convention
signed with such unlimited horizons has proved to be powerless. It is
an undoubted fact that it was agreed to by the two presidents; and as
far as one of them is concerned, it is, I fear, a fact also that for
the present he has sufficient power in his own territory to bind his
countrymen, at any rate for a time, by his unsupported signature. Don
Juan Rafael Mora, in Costa Rica, need care for no congress. If he
were called dictator instead of president, the change would only
be in the word. But this is not exactly so in Nicaragua. There, it
seems, the congress has refused to ratify the treaty as originally
made. But they have, I believe, ratified another, in which M. Belly's
undertaking to make the canal is the same as before, but from which
the enormous grant of land, and the stipulations as to the boundary
line of the territories are excluded.

In M. Belly's pamphlet he publishes a letter which he has received
from Lord Malmesbury, as Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs--or
rather a French translation of such a letter. It is this letter which
appears to have given in Central America the strongest guarantee
that something is truly intended by M. Belly's project. Both in the
pamphlet, and in the convention itself, repeated reference is made
to the French government; but no document is given, nor even is any
positive assertion made, that the government of the emperor in any
way recognizes the scheme. But if this letter be true, and truly
translated, Lord Malmesbury has done so to a certain extent. "And
I am happy," says the letter, "to be able to assure you that the
stipulations of the treaty made between Great Britain and the United
States, commonly called the Clayton-Bulwer Treaty, are in my opinion
applicable to your project, if you put it in execution."* And then
this letter, written to a private gentleman holding no official
position, is signed by the Secretary of State himself. M. Belly holds
no official position, but he is addressed in his translation of Lord
Malmesbury's letter as "Concessionnaire du Canal de Nicaragua."

   [*See note to page 29, 12th edition. I have not happened
   to meet with any earlier edition of the work.]

Such a letter from such a quarter has certainly been very useful to
M. Belly. In the minds of the presidents of the republics of Central
America it must have gone far to prove that England at any rate
regards M. Belly as no adventurer. There are many of the clauses
of the convention to which I should have imagined that the English
Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs would not have given an
assent, although he might not be called on to express dissent. In
the 26th Article it is stipulated that during the making of the
canal--which if it were to be made at all would be protracted over
many years--two French ships of war should lie in the Lake of
Nicaragua; it having been stipulated by Art. 24 that no other
ships of war should be admitted; thus giving to France a military
occupation of the country. And by Art. 28 it is agreed that any
political squabble relative to this convention should be referred to
a tribunal of seven; two to be named by the company, and one each by
France, England, the United States, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. It is,
I imagine, hardly probable that the English government would send one
member to such a tribunal, in which France would have three voices to
her one, two of which voices would be wholly irresponsible.

Of course the letter does not bind Lord Malmesbury or any secretary
for foreign affairs to the different articles of the convention;
but if it be a genuine letter, I cannot but think it to have been
imprudent.*

   [*M. Belly speaks of his convention as having been adopted
   by France, England, and the United States. "Adopted, as it
   already is, by the United States, by England, and by France,
   and as it soon will be by the contracting Powers of the
   Treaty of Paris, it will become"--the saviour of the world,
   &c. &c. What basis there is for this statement, as regards
   France and the United States, I do not know. As regards
   England, I presume Lord Malmesbury's letter affords that
   basis.]

The assistance of Lord Malmesbury has been obtained by the easy
progress of addressing a letter to him. But to seduce the presidents
of Central America a greater effort has been made. They are told
that they are the wisest of the earth's potentates. "Carrera, of
Guatemala, though an Indian and uneducated, is a man of natural
genius, and has governed for fifteen years with a wisdom which has
attracted to him the unanimous adherence of his colleagues." "Don
Juan Mora, of Costa Rica, the hero of Rivas, has not had to spill
a drop of blood in maintaining in his cities an order much more
perfect than any to be found in Europe. He is a man, 'hors de ligne,'
altogether out of the common; and although he counts scarcely forty
years, but few political examples of old Europe can be compared to
him." And as for General Martinez, President of Nicaragua, "since he
has arrived at the direction of affairs there, he would have healed
all the wounds of the country--had not the fatal influence of
North American spirit paralyzed all his efforts." What wonder that
Presidents so spoken of should sign away their lands and waters?

But presuming all political obstacles to be removed, and that as
regards the possession of the land, and the right of making a
canal through it, everything had been conceded, there remain two
considerable difficulties. In the first place, the nature of the
waters and land, which seems to prohibit the cutting of a canal,
except at an expense much more enormous than any that has been ever
named; and secondly, the amount of money to be collected, even if M.
Belly's figures be correct. He states that he can complete the work
for four million eight hundred thousand pounds. From whence is that
sum to be procured?

As regards the first difficulty, I, from my own knowledge, can
say nothing, not being an engineer, and having seen only a small
portion of the projected route. I must therefore refer to M. Belly's
engineer, and those who hold views differing from M. Belly. M.
Belly's engineer-in-chief is M. Thome de Gamond, who, in the pamphlet
above alluded to, puts forward his calculations, and sends in his
demand for the work at four million eight hundred thousand pounds.
The route is by the river San Juan, a portion of which is so shallow
that canoes in their course are frequently grounded when the waters
are low, and other parts of which consist of rapids. It then goes
through the lake, a channel through which must be dredged or cleared
with gunpowder before it can carry deep-sea ships, and then out to
the Pacific by a canal which must be cut through the mountains.
There is nothing in the mere sound of all this to make a man, who is
ignorant on the subject as I and most men are, feel that the work
could not be done for the sum named. But before investing cash in the
plan, one would like to be sure of the engineer, and to know that he
has made his surveys very accurately.

Now it appears that M. Thome de Gamond has never set foot in Central
America; or, if he has done so now--and I do not know whether he has
or has not--he never had done so when he drew out his project. Nor,
as it would appear, has he even done his work, trusting to the eyes
and hands of others. As far as one can learn, no surveys whatsoever
have been taken for this gigantic scheme.

The engineer tells us that he has used marine charts and
hydrographical drawings made by officers of various nations, which
enable him to regard his own knowledge as sufficiently exact as far
as shores and levels of the rivers, &c., are concerned; and that
with reference to the track of his canal, he has taken into his
service--"utilise"--the works of various surveying engineers, among
them Colonel Child, the American. They, to be sure, do leave him at
a loss as to the interior plateau of the Mosquito country, and some
regions to the east and south of the lake--the canal must enter the
lake by the south-east;--but this is a matter of no moment, seeing
that all these countries are covered by virgin forests, and can
therefore easily be arranged! Gentlemen capitalists, will you on this
showing take shares in the concern?

The best real survey executed with reference to any kindred project
was that made by Colonel Child, an officer of engineers belonging
to the United States. I believe I may say this without hesitation;
and it is to Colonel Child's survey that M. Belly most frequently
refers. But the facts, as stated by Colonel Child, prove the absolute
absurdity of M. Belly's plan. He was employed in 1851 by an American
company, which, as it went to the considerable expense of having such
work absolutely done, was no doubt in earnest in its intentions with
reference to a canal. Colonel Child did not actually report against
the canal. He explained what could be done for a certain sum of
money, leaving it to others to decide whether, in effecting so much,
that sum of money would be well laid out. He showed that a canal
seventeen feet deep might be made--taking the course of the San
Juan and that of the lake, as suggested by M. Belly--for a sum of
thirty-one millions of dollars, or six million two hundred thousand
pounds.

But when the matter came to be considered by men versed in such
concerns, it was seen that a canal with a depth of only seventeen
feet of water would not admit of such vessels as those by which alone
such a canal could be beneficially used. Passengers, treasure, and
light goods can easily be transhipped and carried across by railway.
The canal, if made at all, must be made for the passage of large
vessels built for heavy goods. For such vessels a canal must hold not
less than twenty-five feet of water. It was calculated that a cutting
of such depth would cost much more than double the sum needed for
that intended to contain seventeen feet--more, that is, than twelve
million four hundred thousand pounds. The matter was then abandoned,
on the conviction that no ship canal made at such a cost could by
any probability become remunerative. In point of time it could never
compete with the railway. Colonel Child had calculated that a delay
of two days would take place in the locks; and even as regards heavy
goods, no extreme freight could be levied, as saving of expense with
them would be of much greater object than saving of time.

That this decision was reached on good grounds, and that the project,
then, at any rate, was made bona fide there can, I believe, be no
doubt. In opposition to such a decision, made on such grounds, and
with no encouragement but that given by the calculations of an
engineer who has himself made no surveys, I cannot think it likely
that this new plan will ever be carried out The eloquence even of M.
Belly, backed by such arguments, will hardly collect four million
eight hundred thousand pounds; and even if it did, the prudence of M,
Belly would hardly throw such an amount of treasure into the San Juan
river.

As I have before said, there appears to have been no company formed.
M. Belly is the director, and he has a bureau of direction in the Rue
de Provence. But though deficient as regards chairmen, directors,
and shareholders, he is magnificently provided with high-sounding
officials. Then again there comes a blank. Though the corps of
officers was complete when I was in Costa Rica, at any rate as
regards their names, the workmen had not arrived; not even the
skilled labourers who were to come in detachments of forty-five
by each mail packet. The mail packets came, but not the skilled
labourers.

Shortly before my arrival at San Jose, there appeared in the
journal published in that town a list of officers to be employed
by M. Felix Belly, the Director-General "De la Companie Del Canal
Atlantico-Pacifico." The first of these is Don Andres Le Vasseur,
Minister Plenipotentiary, Veteran Officer of the Guard Imperial,
Commander of the Legion of Honour, and Knight of the Order of St.
Gregory. He is Secretary-General of the Direction. Then there are
other secretaries. In the first place, Prince Polignac, Veteran
Officer of the Cavalry of the Cazadores in Africa, &c. He at any rate
is a fact! for did I not meet him and the O'Gorman Mahon--Nicodemus
and Polyphemus--not "standing naked in the open air," but drinking
brandy and water at the little inn at Esparza? "Arcades ambo!" The
next secretary is Don Henrique Le Vasseur. He is Dibujador fotografo,
which I take to mean photographical artist; and then Don Andres
L'Heritier; he is the private secretary.

We next come to the engineers. With reference to geology and
mineralogy, M. Belly has employed Don Jose Durocher, whose titles,
taken from the faculty of science at Rennes, the Legion of Honour,
&c., are too long to quote. Don Eugenio Ponsard, who also is not
without his titles, is the working engineer on these subjects. And
then joined to them as adjutant-engineer is Don Henrique Peudifer,
whose name is also honoured with various adjuncts.

The engineers who are to be intrusted with the surveys and works of
the canals are named next. There are four such, to whom are joined
five conductors of the works and eight special masters of the men.

All these composed an expedition which left Southampton on the 17th
of February, 1859,--or which should so have left it, had they acted
up to M. Belly's promises.

Then by the packet of the 2nd of March, 1859, there came--or at least
there should have come, for we are told that they sailed--another
expedition. I cannot afford to give all the names, but they are
full-sounding and very honourable. Among them there was a maker of
bricks, who in his own country had been a chief of the works in the
imperial manufactory of porcelain at Sevres. Having enticed him from
so high a position, it is to be hoped that M. Belly will treat him
well in Central America. There are, or were, hydrographical engineers
and agricultural engineers, master carpenters, and masters of various
other specialties.

I fear all these gentlemen came to grief on the road, for I think
I may say that no such learned troops came through with the mail
packets which left Southampton on the days indicated.

Then by the following steamers there would, it is stated, be
despatched in succession an inspector of telegraphs, an engineer for
making gas, an engineer to be charged with the fabrication of the
iron way, an agriculturist-in-chief, a scientific commission for
geology, mineralogy, meteorology, and natural history in general. And
attached to all the engineers will come--or now long since should
have come--the conductors of works and special masters of men, who
are joined with them in their operations. These are to consist
principally of veteran soldiers of the Engineers and the Artillery.

These gentlemen also must, I fear, have been cast away between
Southampton and St. Thomas, if they left the former port by either
of the two mail steamers following those two specially indicated. I
think I may say positively that no such parties were forwarded from
St. Thomas.

The general inspection of the works will be intrusted ultimately to
a French and to an English engineer. The Frenchman will of course be
M. Thome de Gamond. The Englishman is to be "Mr. Locke, Member of
Parliament." If, indeed, this latter assertion were true! But I think
I may take upon myself to say that it is untrue.

All the above certainly sounds very grand, especially when given at
full length in the Spanish language. Out there, in Central America,
the list is effective. Here, in England, we should like to see the
list of the directors as well, and to have some idea how much money
has been subscribed. Mankind perhaps can trust M. Belly for much, but
not for everything.

In the month of May Don Juan Rafael Mora, the President of Costa
Rica, left his dominions and proceeded to Rivas, in Nicaragua, to
assist at the inauguration of the opening of the works of the canal.
When I and my companion met him at Esparza, accompanied by Nicodemus
and Polyphemus, he was making this journey. M. Belly has already
described in eloquent language how on a previous occasion this
potentate condescended to leave his own kingdom and visit that of
a neighbour; thus sacrificing individual rank for the benefit of
humanity and civilization. He was willing to do this even once again.
Having borrowed a French man-of-war to carry him from Punta-arenas,
in his own territories, to St. Juan del Sur, in the territory of
Nicaragua, he started with his suite, of whom the Prince and the
O'Gorman were such distinguished members. But, lo! when he arrived
at Rivas, a few miles up from San Juan del Sur--at Rivas, where with
gala holiday triumph the canal was to be inaugurated--the canal from
whence were to come new views and unlimited horizons--lo! when he
there arrived, no brother-president was there to meet him, no M.
Belly, attended by engineers-in-chief and brickmakers from Sevres,
to do him honour. There was not even one French pupil from the
Polytechnic School to turn a sod with a silver spade. In lieu of
this, some custom-house officer of Nicaragua called upon poor Don
Juan to pay the usual duty on bringing his portmanteau into Rivas.
Other new views, and other unlimited horizons had, it seems, been
dawning on M. Belly.

One of the first words of which a man has to learn the meaning on
reaching these countries is "transit." Central America can only be
great in the world--as Egypt can be only great--by being a passage
between other parts of the world which are in themselves great. We
Englishmen all know Crewe; Crewe has become a town of considerable
importance, as being a great railway junction. Men must reach Crewe
and leave Crewe continually, and the concourse there has rendered
labour necessary; labourers of all sorts must live in houses, and
require bakers and grocers to supply them. So Crewe has grown up
and grown important; and so will Central America become important.
Aspinwall--Colon, as we call it--has become a town in this way within
the last ten years.

"Transit" in these parts means the trade of carrying people across
Central America; and a deal of "transit" has been done and money made
by carrying people across Nicaragua by way of the great lake. This
has hitherto been effected by shallow-bottomed boats. I will say one
word or so on the subject when I have done, as I very soon shall have
done, with M. Belly.

Now it is very generally thought that M. Belly when he speaks of this
canal means "transit." There can be no question but that a great
carrying trade might be opened, much to the advantage of Nicaragua,
and to the advantage of Costa Rica also though not to the same
extent. If all this canal grandiloquence would pave the way to
"transit," might it not be well? What if another agreement could be
made, giving to M. Belly and his company the sole right of "transit"
through Nicaragua, till the grand canal should be completed--a very
long lease; might not something be done in this way? But Don Juan
Mora there, Don Juan of Costa Rica, that man altogether "hors de
ligne," grand as he is, need know nothing about this. Let him,
left quite in darkness as to this new view, these altered unlimited
horizons, go to Rivas if he will, and pay his custom dues.

It may be that I have written at too great length, and with an energy
disproportionate to the subject, on this matter of the Nicaraguan
canal scheme. I do not know that the English public generally, or at
any rate that portion of it which may perhaps read my book, is very
deeply interested in the subject. We hear now and then something of
the Clayton-Bulwer treaty, and a word or two is said about the Panama
route to Australia, but the subject is not generally interesting to
us, as is that of the passage through Egypt. We can reach Australia
by another and a shorter route; and as for Vancouver's Island and
Frazer River, they as yet are very young.

But the matter will become of importance. And to a man in Central
America, let his visit to that country be ever so short, it becomes
at once important. To me it was grievous to find a work so necessary
to the world as this of opening a way over the isthmus, tampered
with, and to a degree hindered by a scheme which I cannot but regard
as unreal. But unreal as it may be, this project has reached
dimensions which make it in some way worthy of notice. A French ship
of war was sent to take the President Mora and his suite on their
unfortunate journey to Rivas; and an English ship of war was sent to
bring them back. The extension of such privileges to the president of
a republic in Central America may be very well; but men, seeing on
what business this president was travelling, not unnaturally regarded
the courtesy as an acknowledgment of the importance of M. Belly's
work.

I do not wish to use hard names, but I cannot think that the project
of which I have been speaking covers any true intention of making
a canal. And such schemes, if not real, if not true in the outward
bearings which they show to the world, go far to deter others which
might be real. And now I will say nothing further about M. Belly.

As I have before stated, there was some few years since a
considerable passenger traffic through Central America by the route
of the Lake of Nicaragua. This of course was in the hands of the
Americans, and the passengers were chiefly those going and coming
between the Eastern States and California. They came down to
Greytown, at the mouth of the San Juan river, in steamers from New
York, and I believe from various American ports, went up the San Juan
river in other steamers with flat bottoms prepared for those waters,
across the lake in the same way, and then by a good road over the
intervening neck of land between the lake and the Pacific.

Of course the Panama railway has done much to interfere with this. In
the first place, a rival route has thus been opened; though I doubt
whether it would be a quicker route from New York to California
if the way by the Lake were well organized. And then the company
possessing the line of steamers running to Aspinwall from New York
has been able to buy off the line which would otherwise run to
Greytown.

But this rivalship has not been the main cause of the total stoppage
of the Nicaraguan route. The filibusters came into that land and
destroyed everything. They dropped down from California on Realejo,
Leon, Manaqua, Granada, and all the western coast of Nicaragua.
Then others came from the South-Eastern States, from Mobile and New
Orleans, and swarmed up the San Juan river, devouring everything
before them. There can be no doubt that Walker's idea, in his attempt
to possess himself of this country, was that he could thus become
master of the passage across the isthmus. He saw, as so many others
have seen, the importance of the locality in this point of view; and
he probably felt that if he could make himself lord of the soil by
his own exertions, and on his own bottom, his mother country, the
United States, would not be slow to recognize him. "I," he would have
said, "have procured for you the ownership of the road which is so
desirable for you. Pay me, by making me your lieutenant here, and
protecting me in that position."

The idea was not badly planned, but it was of course radically
unjust. It was a contemplated filching of the road. And Walker found,
as all men do find, that he could not easily get good tools to do
bad work. He tried the job with a very rough lot of tools; and now,
though he has done much harm to others, he has done very little good
to himself. I do not think that we shall hear much more of him.

And among the worst of the injuries which he has done is this
disturbance of the Lake traffic. This route has been altogether
abandoned. There, in the San Juan river, is to be seen one old
steamer with its bottom upwards, a relic of the filibusters and their
destruction. All along the banks tales are told of their injustice
and sufferings. How recklessly they robbed on their journey up the
country, and how they returned back to Greytown--those who did
return, whose bones are not whitening the Lake shores--wounded,
maimed, and miserable.

Along the route traders were beginning to establish themselves, men
prepared to provide the travellers with food and drink, and the boats
with fuel for their steam. An end for the present has been put to all
this. The weak governments of the country have been able to afford
no protection to these men, and placed as they were, beyond the
protection of England or the United States, they have been completely
open to attack. The filibusters for a while have destroyed the
transit through Nicaragua; and it is hardly matter of surprise that
the presidents of that and the neighbouring republics should catch
at any scheme which proposes to give them back this advantage,
especially when promise is made of the additional advantage of
effectual protection.

It is much to be desired, on all accounts, that this route should
be again opened. Here, I think, is to be found the best chance of
establishing an immediate competition with the Panama railway. For
although such a route will not offer the comfort of the Panama
line, or, till it be well organized, the same rapidity, it would
nevertheless draw to it a great portion of the traffic, and men and
women going in numbers would be carried at cheaper rates; and these
cheaper rates in Nicaragua would probably at once lessen the fares
now charged by the Panama railway. Competition would certainly be
advantageous, and for the present I see no other opening for a
competitive route.

A railway along the banks of the San Juan would, I fear, be too
expensive. The distance is above one hundred and fifty miles, and
the line would be very costly. But a line of rails from the Lake to
the Pacific might be made comparatively at a small outlay, and would
greatly add to the comfort and rapidity of the passage.

To us Englishmen it is a matter of indifference in whose hands the
transit may be, so long as it is free, and open to all the world;
so long as a difference of nationality creates no difference in the
fares charged or in the facilities afforded. For our own purposes,
I have no doubt the Panama line is the best, and will be the route we
shall use. But we should be delighted to see a second line opened. If
Mr. Squier can accomplish his line through Honduras, we will give him
great honour, and acknowledge that he has done the world a service.
In the mean time, we shall be very happy to see the Lake transit
re-established.




CHAPTER XXII.

THE BERMUDAS.


In May I returned from Greytown and the waters of the San Juan to St.
Thomas, spending a few days at Aspinwall and Panama on my journey,
as I have before explained; and on this occasion, that of my fourth
visit to St. Thomas, I was happy enough to escape without any long
stay there. My course now lay to the Bermudas, to which islands a
steamer runs once a month from that disagreeable little depot of
steam navigation. But as this boat is fitted to certain arrivals and
despatches, not at St. Thomas, but at Halifax, and as we reached St.
Thomas late on the night of the day on which she should have sailed,
and as my missing that vessel would have entailed on me another
month's sojourn, and that a summer month, among those islands, it may
be imagined that I was rather lively on entering the harbour;--keenly
lively to ascertain whether the 'Delta,' such is the name of the
Bermuda boat, was or was not gone on her mission.

"I see her red funnel right across the harbour," said the chief
officer, looking through infinite darkness. I disbelieved him, and
accused him of hoaxing me. "Look yourself," said he, handing me his
glass. But all the glasses in the world won't turn darkness into
light. I know not by what educational process the eyes of sailors
become like those of cats. In this instance the chief officer had
seen aright, and then, after a visit to the 'Delta,' made at 2 a.m.,
I went to bed a happy man.

We started the next day at 2 p.m., or rather I should say the same
day, and I did no more than breakfast on shore. I then left that
favoured island, I trust for the last time, an island which I believe
may be called the white man's grave with quite as much truth as any
place on the coast of Africa. We steamed out, and I stood on the
stern taking a last look at the three hills of the panorama. It is
certainly a very pretty place seen from a moderate and safe distance,
and seen as a picture. But it should be seen in that way, and in no
other.

We started, and I, at any rate, with joy. But my joy was not
of long duration, for the 'Delta' rolled hideously. Screw
boats--propellers as the Americans call them with their wonted
genteel propriety--always do roll, and have been invented with the
view of making sea passages more disagreeable than they were. Did
any one of my readers ever have a berth allotted to him just over
the screw? If so, he knows exactly the feeling of being brayed in
a mortar.

In four days we reached Bermuda, and made our way into St. George's
harbour. Looking back at my fortnight's sojourn there it seems to me
that there can be no place in the world as to which there can be less
to be said than there is about this island,--sayings at least of
the sort in which it is my nature to express itself. Its geological
formation is, I have no doubt, mysterious. It seems to be made of
soft white stone, composed mostly of little shells; so soft, indeed,
that you might cut Bermuda up with a handsaw. And people are cutting
Bermuda up with handsaws. One little island, that on which the
convicts are established, has been altogether so cut up already. When
I visited it, two fat convicts were working away slowly at the last
fragment.

But I am no geologist, and can give no opinion favourable or
otherwise as to that doctrine that these islands are the crater of an
extinct volcano; only, if so, the seas in those days must have held
a distance much more respectful than at present. Every one of course
knows that there are three hundred and sixty-five of these islands,
all lying within twenty miles in length and three in breadth. They
are surrounded too by reefs, or rocks hidden by water, which stretch
out into the sea in some places for eight or ten miles, making the
navigation very difficult; and, as it seemed to me, very perilous.

Nor am I prepared to say whether or no the Bermudas was the scene
of Ariel's tricksy doings. They were first discovered in 1522, by
Bermudez, a Spaniard; and Shakespere may have heard of them some
indistinct surmises, sufficient to enable him to speak of the "still
vexed Bermoothes." If these be the veritable scenes of Prospero's
incantations, I will at any rate say this--that there are now to be
found stronger traces of the breed of Caliban than of that of Ariel.
Strong, however, of neither; for though Caliban did not relish
working for his master more keenly than a Bermudian of the present
day, there was nevertheless about him a sort of energy which is
altogether wanting in the existing islanders.

A gentleman has lately written a book--I am told a very good
book--called "Bermuda as a Colony, a Fortress, and a Prison." This
book I am sure gives accurately all the information which research
could collect as to these islands under the headings named. I made
no research, and pretend only to state the results of cursory
observation.

As a fortress, no doubt it is very strong. I have no doubt on the
matter, seeing that I am a patriotic Englishman, and as such believe
all English fortifications to be strong. It is, however, a matter on
which the opinion of no civilian can be of weight, unless he have
deeply studied the subject, in which case he so far ceases to be a
civilian. Everything looked very clean and apple-pie; a great many
flags were flying on Sundays and the Queen's birthday; and all seemed
to be ship-shape. Of the importance to us of the position there can
be no question. If it should ever come to pass that we should be
driven to use an armed fleet in the Western waters, Bermuda will be
as serviceable to us there, as Malta is in the Mediterranean. So much
for the fortress.

As to the prison I will say a word or two just now, seeing that it is
in that light that the place was chiefly interesting to me. But first
for the colony.

Snow is not prevalent in Bermuda, at least not in the months of May
and June; but the first look of the houses in each of its two small
towns, and indeed all over the island, gives one the idea of a snow
storm. Every house is white, up from the ground to the very point of
the roof. Nothing is in so great demand as whitewash. They whitewash
their houses incessantly, and always include the roofs. This becomes
a nuisance, from the glare it occasions; and is at last painful to
the eyes. They say there that it is cleanly and cheap, and no one can
deny that cleanliness and economy are important domestic virtues.

There are two towns, situated on different islands, called St. George
and Hamilton. The former is the head-quarters of the military; the
latter of the governor. In speaking of the place as a fortress I
should have said that it is the summer head-quarters of the admiral
in command of the Halifax station. The dock-yard, which is connected
with the convict establishment, is at an island called Ireland; but
the residence of the admiral is not far from Hamilton, on that which
the Bermudians call the "Continent."

I spent a week in each of these towns, and I can hardly say which
I found the most triste. The island, or islands, as one must always
say--using the plural number--have many gifts of nature to recommend
them. They are extremely fertile. The land, with a very moderate
amount of cultivation, will give two crops of ordinary potatoes, and
one crop of sweet potatoes in the year. Most fruits will grow here,
both those of the tropics and of the more northern latitudes. Oranges
and lemons, peaches and strawberries, bananas and mulberries thrive,
or _would_ thrive equally well, if they were even slightly encouraged
to do so.

No climate in the world probably is better adapted for beetroot,
potatoes, onions, and tomatoes. The place is so circumstanced
geographically that it should be the early market-garden for New
York--as to a certain small extent it is. New York cannot get her
early potatoes--potatoes in May and June--from her own soil; but
Bermuda can give them to her in any quantity.

Arrowroot also grows here to perfection. The Bermudians claim to say
that their arrowroot is the best in the world; and I believe that
none bears a higher price. Then the land produces barley, oats, and
Indian corn; and not only produces them, but produces two, sometimes
three crops a year. Let the English farmer with his fallow field
think of that.

But with all their advantages Bermuda is very poor. Perhaps, I should
add, that on the whole, she is contented with her poverty. And if so,
why disturb such contentment?

But, nevertheless, one cannot teach oneself not to be desirous of
progress. One cannot but feel it sad to see people neglecting the
good things which are under their feet. Lemons and oranges there are
now none in Bermuda. The trees suffered a blight some year or two
since, and no effort has been made to restore them. I saw no fruit of
any description, though I am told I was there in the proper season,
and heard much of the fruit that there used to be in former days.
I saw no vegetables but potatoes and onions, and was told that as a
rule the people are satisfied with them. I did not once encounter
a piece of meat fit to be eaten, excepting when I dined on rations
supplied by the Convict establishment. The poultry was somewhat
better than the meat, but yet of a very poor description. Both bread
and butter are bad; the latter quite uneatable. English people whom
I met declared that they were unable to get anything to eat. The
people, both white and black, seemed to be only half awake. The land
is only half cultivated; and hardly half is tilled of that which
might be tilled.

The reason of this neglect, for I maintain that it is neglect, should
however be explained. Nearly all the islands are covered with small
stunted bushy cedar trees. Not cedars such as those of Lebanon,
not the cedar trees of Central America, nor those to which we
are accustomed in our gardens at home. In Bermuda they are, as I
have said, low bushy trees, much resembling stunted firs. But the
wood, when it can be found large enough, is, they say, good for
shipbuilding; and as shipbuilding has for years been a trade in these
islands, the old owners of the property do not like to clear their
land.

This was all very well as long as the land had no special virtue--as
long as a market, such as that afforded by New York, was wanting. But
now that the market has been opened there can be no doubt--indeed,
nobody does doubt--that if the land were cleared its money value
would be greatly more than it now is. Every one to whom I spoke
admitted this, and complained of the backwardness of the island in
improvements. But no one tries to remedy this now.

They had a Governor there some years ago who did much to cure this
state of things, who did show them that money was to be made by
producing potatoes and sending them out of the island. This was Sir
W. Reid, the man of storms. He seems to have had some tolerably
efficient idea of what a Governor's duty should be in such a place as
Bermuda. To be helped first at every table, and to be called "Your
Excellency," and then to receive some thousands a year for undergoing
these duties is all very well; is very nice for a military gentleman
in the decline of years. It is very well that England can so provide
for a few of her old military gentlemen. But when the military
gentlemen selected can do something else besides, it does make such a
difference! Sir W. Reid did do much else; and if there could be found
another Sir W. Reid or two to take their turns in Bermuda for six
years each, the scrubby bushes would give way, and the earth would
bring forth her increase.

The sleepiness of the people appeared to me the most prevailing
characteristic of the place. There seemed to be no energy among the
natives, no idea of going a-head, none of that principle of constant
motion which is found so strongly developed among their great
neighbours in the United States. To say that they live for eating
and drinking would be to wrong them. They want the energy for the
gratification of such vicious tastes. To live and die would seem to
be enough for them. To live and die as their fathers and mothers did
before them, in the same houses, using the same furniture, nurtured
on the same food, and enjoying the same immunity from the dangers of
excitement.

I must confess that during the short period of my sojourn there, I
myself was completely overtaken by the same sort of lassitude. I
could not walk a mile without fatigue. I was always anxious to be
supine, lying down whenever I could find a sofa; ever anxious for a
rocking-chair, and solicitous for a quick arrival of the hour of bed,
which used to be about half-past nine o'clock. Indeed this feeling
became so strong with me that I feared I was ill, and began to
speculate as to the effects and pleasures of a low fever and a
Bermuda doctor. I was comforted, however, by an assurance that
everybody was suffering in the same way. "When the south wind blows
it is always so." "The south wind must be very prevalent then," I
suggested. I was told that it was very prevalent. During the period
of my visit it was all south wind.

The weather was not hot--not hot at least to me who had just come up
from Panama, and the fiery furnace of Aspinwall. But the air was damp
and muggy and disagreeable. To me it was the most trying climate that
I had encountered. They have had yellow fever there twice within the
last eight years, and on both occasions it was very fatal. Singularly
enough on its latter coming the natives suffered much more than
strangers. This is altogether opposed to the usual habits of the
yellow fever, which is imagined to be ever cautious in sparing those
who are indigenous to the land it visits.

The working population here are almost all <DW64>s. I should say that
this is quite as much a rule here as in any of the West Indies. Of
course there are <DW52> people--men and women of mixed breed; but
they are not numerous as in Jamaica; or, if so, they are so nearly
akin to the <DW64> as not to be observed. There are, I think, none of
those all but white ladies and gentlemen whose position in life is so
distressing.

The <DW64>s are well off; as a rule they can earn 2_s._ 6_d._ a day,
from that to 3_s_. For exceptional jobs, men cannot be had under a
dollar, or 4_s._ 2_d_. On these wages they can live well by working
three days a week, and such appears to be their habit. It seems to
me that no enfranchised <DW64> entertains an idea of daily work. Work
to them is an exceptional circumstance, as to us may be a spell
of fifteen or sixteen hours in the same day. We do such a thing
occasionally for certain objects, and for certain objects they are
willing to work occasionally.

The population is about eleven thousand. That of the <DW64>s and
<DW52> people does not much exceed that of the whites. That of the
females greatly exceeds that of the males, both among the white and
<DW52> people. Among the <DW64>s I noticed this, that if not more
active than their brethren in the West Indies, they are at least
more civil and less sullen in their manner. But then again, they
are without the singular mixture of fun and vanity which makes the
Jamaica <DW64> so amusing for a while.

These islands are certainly very pretty; or I should perhaps say that
the sea, which forms itself into bays and creeks by running in among
them, is very pretty. The water is quite clear and transparent, there
being little or no sand on those sides on which the ocean makes
its entrance; and clear water is in itself so beautiful. Then the
singular way in which the land is broken up into narrow necks,
islands, and promontories, running here and there in a capricious,
half-mysterious manner, creating a desire for amphibiosity,
necessarily creates beauty. But it is mostly the beauty of the sea,
and not of the land. The islands are flat, or at any rate there is
no considerable elevation in them. They are covered throughout with
those scrubby little trees; and, although the trees are green, and
therefore when seen from the sea give a freshness to the landscape,
they are uninteresting and monotonous on shore.

I must not forget the oleanders, which at the time of my visit were
in full flower; which, for aught I know, may be in full flower during
the whole year. They are so general through all the islands, and the
trees themselves are so covered with the large straggling, but bright
blossoms, as to give quite a character to the scenery. The Bermudas
might almost be called the oleander isles.

The government consists of a Governor, Council, and House of
Assembly; King, Lords, and Commons again. Twenty years ago I should
thoroughly have approved of this; but now I am hardly sure whether a
population of ten or twelve thousand individuals, of whom much more
than half are women, and more than half the remainder are <DW64>s,
require so composite a constitution. Would not a strict Governor,
with due reference to Downing Street, do almost as well? But then to
make the change; that would be difficulty.

"We have them pretty well in hand," a gentleman whispered to me
who was in some shape connected with the governing powers. He was
alluding, I imagine, to the House of Assembly. Well, that is a
comfort. A good majority in the Lower House is a comfort to all
men--except the minority.

There are nine parishes, each returning four members to this House
of Assembly. But though every parish requires four members, I
observe that half a clergyman is enough for most of them. But then
the clergymen must be paid. The council here consists chiefly
of gentlemen holding government offices, or who are in some way
connected with the government; so that the Crown can probably
contrive to manage its little affairs. If I remember rightly
Gibraltar and Malta have no Lords or Commons. They are fortresses,
and as such under military rule; and so is Bermuda a fortress.
Independently of her purely military importance, her size and
population is by no means equal to that of Malta. The population of
Malta is chiefly native, and foreign to us;--and the population of
Bermuda is chiefly black.

But then Malta is a conquered colony, whereas Bermuda was "settled"
by Britons, as the word goes. That makes all the difference. That
such a little spot as Bermuda would in real fact be better without a
constitution of its own, if the change could only be managed, that
I imagine will be the opinion of most men who have thought about the
matter.

And now for the convict establishment. I received great kindness
and hospitality from the controller of it; but this, luckily, does
not prevent my speaking freely on the matter. He had only just then
newly arrived from England, had but now assumed his new duties, and
was therefore neither responsible for anything that was amiss, or
entitled to credit for what had been permanently established there
on a good footing. My own impression is that of the latter there was
very little.

In these days our penal establishments, and gaol arrangements
generally, are, certainly, matters of very vital importance to us.
In olden times, and I include the last century and some part of this
among olden times, we certainly did not manage these matters well.
Our main object then was to get rid of our ruffians; to punish them
also, certainly; but, as a chief matter, to get rid of them. The idea
of making use of them, present or future use, had hardly occurred
to us; nor had we begun to reflect whether the roguery of coming
years might not be somewhat lessened by curing the rogues--by making
them not rogues. Now-a-days, we are reflecting a good deal on this
question.

Our position now has been all altered. Circumstances have done much
to alter it; we can no longer get rid of the worst class of criminals
by sending them to Botany Bay. Botany Bay has assumed a will of its
own, and won't have them at any price. But philanthropy has done
more even than circumstances, very much more. We have the will, the
determination as well as the wish, to do well by our rogues, even if
we have not as yet found the way; and this is much. In this, as in
everything else, the way will follow the will, sooner or later.

But in the mean time we have been trying various experiments, with
more or less success; forgiving men half their terms of punishment on
good behaviour; giving them tickets of leave; crank-turning; solitary
confinement; pietising--what may be called a system of gaol sanctity,
perhaps the worst of all schemes, as being a direct advertisement
for hypocrisy; work without result, the most distressing punishment
going, one may say, next to that of no work at all; enforced
idleness, which is horrible for human nature to contemplate; work
with result, work which shall pay; good living, pound of beef, pound
of bread, pound of potatoes, ounce of tea, glass of grog, pipe of
tobacco, resulting in much fat, excellent if our prisoners were
stalled oxen to be eaten; poor living, bread and water, which has its
recommendations also, though it be so much opposed to the material
humanity of the age; going to school, so that life if possible may
be made to recommence; very good also, if life would recommence;
corporal punishment, flogging of the body, horrible to think of,
impossible to be looked at; spirit punishment, flogging of the soul,
best of all if one could get at the soul so as to do it effectually.

All these schemes are being tried; and as I believe that they are
tried with an honest intent to arrive at that which is best, so also
do I believe that we shall in time achieve that which is, if not
heavenly best, at any rate terrestrially good;--shall at least get
rid certainly of all that is hellishly bad. At present, however, we
are still groping somewhat uncertainly. Let us try for a moment to
see what the Bermuda groping has done.

I do not in the least doubt that the intention here also has been
good; the intention, that is, of those who have been responsible for
the management of the establishment. But I do not think that the
results have been happy.

At Bermuda there are in round numbers fifteen hundred convicts. As
this establishment is one of penal servitude, of course it is to be
presumed that those sent there are either hardened thieves, whose
lives have been used to crime, or those who have committed heavy
offences under the impulse of strong temptation. In dealing with such
men I think we have three things to do. Firstly, to rid ourselves of
them from amongst us, as we do of other nuisances. This we should do
by hanging them; this we did do when we sent them to Botany Bay; this
we certainly do when we send them to Bermuda. But this, I would say,
is the lightest of the three duties. The second is with reference
to the men themselves; to divest them, if by any means it may be
possible, of their roguery; to divest them even of a little of their
roguery, if so much as that can be done; to teach them that trite
lesson, of honesty being the best policy,--so hard for men to learn
when honesty has been, as it were, for many years past out of their
sight, and even beyond their understanding. This is very important,
but even this is not the most important. The third and most important
object is the punishment of these men; their punishment, sharp, hard
to bear, heavy to body and mind, disagreeable in all ways, to be
avoided on account of its odiousness by all prudent men; their
condign punishment, so that the world at large may know and see, and
clearly acknowledge,--even the uneducated world,--that honesty is the
best policy.

That the first object is achieved, I have said. It is achieved as
regards those fifteen hundred, and, as far as I know, at a moderate
cost. Useful work for such men is to be found at Bermuda. We have
dockyards there, and fortifications which cannot be made too strong
and weather-tight. At such a place works may be done by convict
labour which could not be done otherwise. Whether the labour be
economically used is another question; but at any rate the fifteen
hundred rogues are disposed of, well out of the way of our pockets
and shop windows.

As to the second object, that of divesting these rogues of their
roguery, the best way of doing that is the question as to which there
is at the present moment so much doubt. As to what may be the best
way I do not presume to give an opinion; but I do presume to doubt
whether the best way has as yet been found at Bermuda. The proofs at
any rate were not there. Shortly before my arrival a prisoner had
been killed in a row. After that an attempt had been made to murder
a warder. And during my stay there one prisoner was deliberately
murdered by two others after a faction fight between a lot of Irish
and English, in which the warders were for some minutes quite
unable to interfere. Twenty-four men were carried to the hospital
dangerously wounded, as to the life of some of whom the doctor almost
despaired. This occurred on a day intervening between two visits
which I made to the establishment. Within a month of the same time
three men had escaped, of whom two only were retaken; one had
got clear away, probably to America. This tells little for the
discipline, and very little for the moral training of the men.

There is no wall round the prison. I must explain that the convicts
are kept on two islands, those called Boaz and Ireland. At Boaz is
the parent establishment, at which live the controller, chaplains,
doctors, and head officers. But here is the lesser number of
prisoners, about six hundred. They live in ordinary prisons. The
other nine hundred are kept in two hulks, old men-of-war moored by
the breakwaters, at the dockyard establishment in Ireland. It was
in one of these that the murder was committed. The labour of these
nine hundred men is devoted to the dockyard works. There is a bridge
between the two islands over which runs a public road, and from this
road there are ways equally public, as far as the eye goes, to all
parts of the prison. A man has only to say that he is going to the
chaplain's house, and he may pass all through the prison,--with
spirits in his pocket if it so please him. That the prisoners should
not be about without warders is no doubt a prison rule; but where
everything is done by the prisoners, from the building of stores to
the picking of weeds and lighting of lamps, how can any moderate
number of warders see everything, even if they were inclined? There
is nothing to prevent spirits being smuggled in after dark through
the prison windows. And the men do get rum, and drunkenness is a
common offence. Prisoners may work outside prison walls; but I
remember no other prison that is not within walls--that looks from
open windows on to open roads, as is here the case.

"And who shaves them?" I happened to ask one of the officers. "Oh,
every man has his own razor; and they have knives too, though it is
not allowed." So these gentlemen who are always ready for faction
fights, whose minds are as constantly engaged on the family question
of Irish _versus_ English, which means Protestant against Catholic,
as were those of Father Tom Maguire and Mr. Pope, are as well armed
for their encounters as were those reverend gentlemen.

The two murderers will I presume be tried, and if found guilty
probably hanged; but the usual punishment for outbreaks of this kind
seems to be, or to have been, flogging. A man would get some seventy
lashes; the Governor of the island would go down and see it done; and
then the lacerated wretch would be locked up in idleness till his
back would again admit of his bearing a shirt. "But they'll venture
their skin," said the officer; "they don't mind that till it comes."
"But do they mind being locked up alone?" I asked. He admitted this,
but said that they had only six--I think six--cells, of which two or
three were occupied by madmen; they had no other place for lunatics.
Solitary confinement is what these men do mind, what they do fear;
but here there is not the power of inflicting that punishment.

What a piece of work for a man to step down upon;--the amendment of
the discipline of such a prison as this! Think what the feeling
among them will be when knives and razors are again taken from them,
when their grog is first stopped, their liberty first controlled.
They sleep together, a hundred or more within talking distance, in
hammocks slung at arm's length from each other, so that one may
excite ten, and ten fifty. Is it fair to put warders among such men,
so well able to act, so ill able to control their actions?

"It is a sore task," said the controller who had fallen down new upon
this bit of work; "it is dreadful to have to add misery to those who
are already miserable." It is a very sore task; but at the moment I
hardly sympathized with his humanity.

So much for the Bermuda practice of divesting these rogues of their
roguery. And now a word as to the third question; the one question
most important, as I regard it, of their punishment. Are these men
so punished as to deter others by the fear of similar treatment? I
presume it may be taken for granted that the treatment, such as it
is, does become known and the nature of it understood among those at
home who are, or might be, on the path towards it.

Among the lower classes, from which these convicts do doubtless
mostly come, the goods of life are chiefly reckoned as being food,
clothing, warm shelter, and hours of idleness. It may seem harsh to
say so thus plainly; but will any philanthropical lover of these
lower classes deny the fact? I regard myself as a philanthropical
lover of those classes, and as such I assert the fact; nay, I might
go further and say that it is almost the same of some other classes.
That many have knowledge of other good things, wife-love and
children-love--heart-goods, if I may so call them; knowledge of
mind-goods, and soul-goods also, I do not deny. That such knowledge
is greatly on the increase I verily believe; but with most among us
back and belly, or rather belly and back, are still supreme. On belly
and back must punishment fall, when sinners such as these are to be
punished.

But with us--very often I fear elsewhere, but certainly at that
establishment of which we are now speaking--there is no such
punishment at all. In scale of dietary among subjects of our Queen,
I should say that honest Irish labourers stand the lowest; they eat
meat twice a year, potatoes and milk for six months, potatoes without
milk for six, and fish occasionally if near the shore. Then come
honest English labourers; they generally have cheese, sometimes
bacon. Next above them we may probably rank the inhabitants of our
workhouses; they have fresh meat perhaps three times a week. Whom
shall we name next? Without being anxious to include every shade of
English mankind, we may say soldiers, and above them sailors; then,
perhaps, ordinary mechanics. There must be many another ascending
step before we come to the Bermuda convict, but it would be long
to name them; but now let us see what the Bermuda convict eats and
drinks every day.

He has a pound of meat; he has good meat too, lucky dog, while
those wretched Bermudians are tugging out their teeth against tough
carcasses! He has a pound and three ounces of bread; the amount
may be of questionable advantage, as he cannot eat it all; but he
probably sells it for drink. He has a pound of fresh vegetables; he
has tea and sugar; he has a glass of grog--exactly the same amount
that a sailor has; and he has an allowance of tobacco-money, with
permission to smoke at midday and evening, as he sits at his table or
takes his noontide pleasant saunter. So much for belly.

Then as to back, under which I include a man's sinews. The convict
begins the day by going to chapel at a quarter-past seven: his
prayers do not take him long, for the chaplain on the occasion of my
visit read small bits out of the Prayer-book here and there, without
any reference to church rule or convict-establishment reason. At
half-past seven he goes to his work, if it does not happen to rain,
in which case he sits till it ceases. He then works till five, with
an hour and a half interval for his dinner, grog, and tobacco. He
then has the evening for his supper and amusements. He thus works for
eight hours, barring the rain, whereas in England a day labourer's
average is about ten. As to the comparative hardness of their labour
there will of course be no doubt. The man who must work for his wages
will not get any wages unless he works hard. The convict will at any
rate get his wages, and of course spares his sinews.

As to clothes, they have, and should have exactly what is best suited
to health. Shoes when worn out are replaced. The straw hat is always
decent, and just what one would wish to wear oneself in that climate.
The jacket and trousers have the word "Boaz" printed over them in
rather ugly type; but one would get used to that. The flannel shirts,
&c., are all that could be desired.

Their beds are hammocks like those of sailors, only not subject to
be swung about by the winds, and not hung quite so closely as those
of some sailors. Did any of my readers ever see the beds of an Irish
cotters establishment in county Cork? Ah! or of some English cotter's
establishments in Dorsetshire, Wiltshire, and Somersetshire?

The hospital arrangements and attendance are excellent as regards
the men's comfort; though the ill-arrangement of the buildings is
conspicuous, and must be conspicuous to all who see them.

And then these men, when they take their departure, have the wages of
their labour given to them,--so much as they have not spent either
licitly in tobacco, or illicitly in extra grog. They will take home
with them sixteen pounds, eighteen pounds, or twenty pounds. Such is
convict life in Bermuda,--unless a man chance to get murdered in a
faction fight.

As to many of the comforts above enumerated, it will of course be
seen that they are right. The clothes, the hospital arrangements,
and sanitary provision are, and should be, better in a prison than
they can, unfortunately, be at present among the poor who are not
prisoners. But still they must be reckoned among the advantages which
convicted crime enjoy.

It seems to be a cruel task, that of lessening the comforts of men
who are, at any rate, in truth not to be envied--are to be pitied
rather, with such deep, deep pity! But the thing to look to, the one
great object, is to diminish the number of those who must be sent to
such places. Will such back and belly arrangements as those I have
described deter men from sin by the fear of its consequences?

Why should not those felons--for such they all are, I presume, till
the term of their punishment be over--why should they sleep after
five? why should their diet be more than strong health requires? why
should their hours of work be light? Why that drinking of spirits and
smoking of tobacco among men whose term of life in that prison should
be a term of suffering? Why those long twelve hours of bed and rest,
spent in each other's company, with noise, and singing, and jollity?
Let them eat together, work together, walk together if you will; but
surely at night they should be separated! Faction fights cannot take
place unless the fighters have time and opportunity to arrange them.

I cannot but think that there should be great changes in this
establishment, and that gradually the punishment, which undoubtedly
is intended, should be made to fall on the prisoners. "Look at the
prisoners' rations!" the soldiers say in Bermuda when they complain
of their own; and who can answer them?

I cannot understand why the island governor should have authority
in the prison. He from his profession can know little or nothing
about prisons, and even for his own work,--or no work, is generally
selected either from personal favour or from military motives,
whereas the prison governor is selected, probably with much care, for
his specialities in that line. And it must be as easy and as quick
for the prison governor to correspond with the Home Office as for
the island governor to correspond with the Colonial Office. There
has undoubtedly been mischief done by the antagonism of different
authorities. It would seem reasonable that all such establishments
should be exclusively under the Home Office.




CHAPTER XXIII.

CONCLUSION.


From Bermuda I took a sailing vessel to New York, in company with a
rather large assortment of potatoes and onions. I had declared during
my unlucky voyage from Kingston to Cuba that no consideration should
again tempt me to try a sailing vessel, but such declarations always
go for nothing. A man in his misery thinks much of his misery; but as
soon as he is out of it it is forgotten, or becomes matter for mirth.
Of even a voyage in a sailing vessel one may say that at some future
time it will perhaps be pleasant to remember that also. And so I
embarked myself along with the potatoes and onions on board the good
ship 'Henrietta.'

Indeed, there is no other way of getting from Bermuda to New York;
or of going anywhere from Bermuda--except to Halifax and St. Thomas,
to which places a steamer runs once a month. In going to Cuba I had
been becalmed, starved, shipwrecked, and very nearly quaranteened. In
going to New York I encountered only the last misery. The doctor who
boarded us stated that a vessel had come from Bermuda with a sick
man, and that we must remain where we were till he had learnt what
was the sick man's ailment. Our skipper, who knew the vessel in
question, said that one of their crew had been drunk in Bermuda for
two or three days, and had not yet worked it off. But the doctor
called again in the course of the day, and informed us that it was
intermittent fever. So we were allowed to pass. It does seem strange
that sailing vessels should be subjected to such annoyances. I hardly
think that one of the mail steamers going into New York would be
delayed because there was a case of intermittent fever on board
another vessel from Liverpool.

It is not my purpose to give an Englishman's ideas of the United
States, or even of New York, at the fag end of a volume treating
about the West Indies. On the United States I should like to
write a volume, seeing that the government and social life of the
people there--of that people who are our children--afford the most
interesting phenomena which we find as to the new world;--the best
means of prophesying, if I may say so, what the world will next be,
and what men will next do. There, at any rate, a new republic has
become politically great and commercially active; whereas all other
new republics have failed in those points, as in all others. But this
cannot be attempted now.

From New York I went by the Hudson river to Albany, and on by the New
York Central Railway to Niagara; and though I do not mean to make any
endeavour to describe that latter place as such descriptions should
be--and doubtless are and have been--written, I will say one or two
words which may be of use to any one going thither.

The route which I took from New York would be, I should think, the
most probable route for Englishmen. And as travellers will naturally
go up the Hudson river by day, and then on from Albany by night
train,* seeing that there is nothing to be seen at Albany, and that
these trains have excellent sleeping accommodation--a lady, or indeed
a gentleman, should always take a double sleeping-berth, a single
one costs half a dollar, and a double one a dollar. This outlay has
nothing to do with the travelling ticket;--it will follow that he,
she, or they will reach Niagara at about 4 a.m.

   [*It would be well, however, to visit Trenton Falls by the way,
   which I did not do. They are but a short distance from Utica,
   a town on this line of railway.]

In that case let them not go on to what is called the Niagara
Falls station, but pass over at a station called the Suspension
Bridge--very well known on the road--to the other or Canada side of
the water, and thence go to the Clifton Hotel. There can be no doubt
as to this being the site at which tourists should stop. It is one of
those cases in which to see is to be sure. But if the traveller be
carried on to Niagara Falls station, he has a long and expensive
journey to make back; and the United States side of the water will be
antagonistic to him in doing so. The ticket from Albany to Niagara
cost me six dollars; the carriage from Niagara to the Clifton Hotel
cost me five. It was better to pay the five than to remain where
I was; but it would have been better still to have saved them. I
mention this as passengers to the Falls have no sort of intimation
that they should get out at the Suspension Bridge; though they are
all duly shaken out of their berths, and inquired of whether or not
they be going west.

Nothing ever disappointed me less than the Falls of Niagara--but my
raptures did not truly commence for the first half-day. Their charms
grow upon one like the conversation of a brilliant man. Their depth
and breadth and altitude, their music, colour, and brilliancy are
not fully acknowledged at the first moment. It may be that my eye is
slow; but I can never take in to its full enjoyment any view or any
picture at the first glance. I found this to be especially the case
at Niagara. It was only by long gazing and long listening that I was
able to appreciate the magnitude of that waste of waters.

My book is now complete, and I am not going to "do the Falls," but
I must bid such of my readers as may go there to place themselves
between the rocks and the waters of the Horse-shoe Fall after
sunset--well after sunset; and there remain--say for half an hour.
And let every man do this alone; or if fortune have kindly given him
such a companion, with one who may leave him as good as alone. But
such companions are rare.

The spot to which I allude will easily make itself known to him, nor
will he have any need of a guide. He will find it, of course, before
the sun shall set. And, indeed, as to guides, let him eschew them,
giving a twenty-five cent piece here and there, so that these men
be not ruined for want of custom. Into this spot I made my way, and
stood there for an hour, dry enough. The spray did reach my coat,
and the drops settled on my hair; but nevertheless, as a man not
over delicate, I was dry enough. Then I went up, and when there was
enticed to put myself into a filthy oil-skin dress, hat, coat, and
trousers, in order that I might be conducted under the Falls. Under
the Falls! Well I had been under the Falls; but still, wishing to see
everything, I allowed myself to be caparisoned.

A sable conductor took me exactly to the spot where I had been
before. But he took me also ten yards further, during which little
extra journey I became soaking wet through, in spite of the dirty
oil-cloth. The ducking cost me sixty cents, or half a crown.

But I must be allowed one word as to that visit after sunset; one
word as to that which an obedient tourist will then see. In the spot
to which I allude the visitor stands on a broad safe path, made
of shingles, between the rock over which the water rushes and the
rushing water. He will go in so far that the spray rising back from
the bed of the torrent does not incommode him. With this exception,
the further he can go the better; but here also circumstances will
clearly show him the spot. Unless the water be driven in by a very
strong wind, five yards make the difference between a comparatively
dry coat and an absolutely wet one.

And then let him stand with his back to the entrance, thus hiding the
last glimmer of the expiring day. So standing he will look up among
the falling waters, or down into the deep misty pit, from which they
reascend in almost as palpable a bulk. The rock will be at his right
hand, high and hard, and dark and straight, like the wall of some
huge cavern, such as children enter in their dreams. For the first
five minutes he will be looking but at the waters of a cataract,--at
the waters, indeed, of such a cataract as we know no other, and at
their interior curves, which elsewhere we cannot see. But by-and-by
all this will change. He will no longer be on a shingly path beneath
a waterfall; but that feeling of a cavern wall will grow upon him, of
a cavern deep, deep below roaring seas, in which the waves are there,
though they do not enter in upon him; or rather not the waves, but
the very bowels of the deep ocean. He will feel as though the floods
surrounded him, coming and going with their wild sounds, and he will
hardly recognize that though among them he is not in them. And they,
as they fall with a continual roar, not hurting the ear, but musical
withal, will seem to move as the vast ocean waters may perhaps move
in their internal currents. He will lose the sense of one continued
descent, and think that they are passing round him in their appointed
courses. The broken spray that rises from the depth below, rises so
strongly, so palpably, so rapidly, that the motion in every direction
will seem equal. And then, as he looks on, strange colours will show
themselves through the mist; the shades of gray will become green and
blue, with ever and anon a flash of white; and then, when some gust
of wind blows in with greater violence, the sea-girt cavern will
become all dark and black. Oh, my friend, let there be no one there
to speak to thee then; no, not even a heart's brother. As you stand
there speak only to the waters.

So much for Niagara. From thence, I went along Lake Ontario, and
by the St. Lawrence to Montreal, being desirous of seeing the new
tubular railway bridge which is being erected there over the St.
Lawrence close to that town. Lake Ontario is uninteresting, being
altogether too large for scenery, and too foggy for sight-seeing if
there were anything to see. The travelling accommodation, however,
is excellent. The points of interest in the St. Lawrence are the
thousand islands, among which the steamer glides as soon as it enters
the river; and the rapids, of which the most singularly rapid is the
one the vessel descends as it nears Montreal. Both of these are very
well, but they do not require to be raved about. The Canadian towns
at which one touches are interesting as being clean and large, and
apparently prosperous;--also as being English, for we hardly reach
the French part of Canada till we get down to Montreal.

This tubular bridge over the St. Lawrence, which will complete the
whole trunk line of railway from Portland on the coast of Maine,
through the two Canadas, to the States of Michigan and Wisconsin,
will certainly be one of the most wonderful works of scientific art
in the world. It is to consist of different tubes, resting on piers
placed in the river bed at intervals sufficient to provide for the
free navigation of the water. Some of these, including the centre and
largest one, are already erected. This bridge will be over a mile
and a half in length, and will cost the enormous sum of one million
four hundred thousand pounds, being but two hundred thousand pounds
short of the whole cost of the Panama railway. I only wish that the
shareholders may have as good a dividend.

From Montreal I went down Lake Champlain to Saratoga Springs, the
great resort of New Yorkers when the weather in the city becomes too
hot for endurance. I was there late in June, but was very glad at
that time to sit with my toes over a fire. The country about Saratoga
is by no means pretty. The waters, I do not doubt, are very healthy,
and the hotels very good. It must, I should think, be a very dull
place for persons who are not invalids.

From Saratoga I returned to New York, and from New York sailed for
Liverpool in the exceedingly good ship 'Africa,' Captain Shannon.
I have sailed in many vessels, but never in one that was more
comfortable or better found.

And on board this most comfortable of vessels I have now finished my
book, as I began it on board that one, of all the most uncomfortable,
which carried me from Kingston in Jamaica to Cien Fuegos in the
island of Cuba.



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