Gardens of the Caribbees, v. 1/2 Sketches of a Cruise to the West Indies and the Spanish Main

There are so many different ways of seeing things--I suppose as many ways as there are souls to see; and yet, in a measure, one can generalise these many ways under two great he...

From the rising of the sun to its sudden drop into the sea, this has been a funny day in Haïti, our first land-fall. All night we had been threading through the dangerous shoals...

"I'se here, Missus; I'se here, waitin' fo' you" (from one of a crowd of chattering Spanish, English, French, Portuguese creoles, outnumbered by the ever-present black, in every...

We were creeping in toward the entrance of the harbour of San Juan, Puerto Rico, waiting for the pilot, who had sighted us afar off. It was when almost at a standstill that our...

"There's nothing in the least to be afraid of, Mother, nothing in the least. Why, see, even his Excellency doesn't mind." It was Sister who spoke, but even so there was a kind o...

"Thank you, Rudolph, I believe I will take some lemonade and one or two of the sweet biscuit; that will do;" and I settled back in my ship chair, feeling as serene and happy as...

After the long stretches of ocean, you from the North will find that there is something positively cosy about these dear islands. You tuck your head under your wing with the par...

Beautiful, beautiful Martinique! Well named art thou, _Le Pays des Revenants_, for my spirit will ne'er rest content until I have again revisited thy marvellous treasure-trove o...

These sketches were written during a memorable cruise to the West Indies and the Spanish Main in the winter and spring of 1901. There has been no attempt to write a West Indian...