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

Steaming out of the Gulf of Paria the day before, away from the muddy water of the Orinoco, we had come again through the Dragon's Mouth, close to that long, eastward-pointing f...

Small wonder indeed that the early explorers, the men to whom we owe the discovery of these island gems, gave them such charmingly poetical names. Small wonder that they named t...

Had he not come aboard, it is doubtful if even the "kirk-ganging habit" inherited from a long line of devout ancestors could have dragged us to the service. But there was an unf...

There was to me something so extraordinary in the thought that, for once, we were really to get ahead of the professional guides, that it required repeated and oft repeated assu...

The choice lay between a luncheon on board our vessel down in the hot harbour of La Guayra, with President Cipriano Castro and his suite invited as guests of honour by the Germa...

After a run of about four hours from Port of Spain, Trinidad, we made La Brea at two o'clock in the afternoon of a blistering hot day. Fully one-third of the ship's company were...

Had we known just a little more about Trinidad, it would have made a great difference in that luncheon, but it all came out wrong because some of us didn't know. Too late to inf...

"La façon d'être du pays est si agréable, la température si bonne, et l'on y vit dans une liberté si honnête, que je n'aye pas vu un seul homme, ny une seule femme, qui en soien...

"Wake up! Wake up! If you want to see the Southern Cross, wake up and come on deck!" And we remember how long we had been waiting for those wonderful stars, and how Daddy, who m...

"I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Cæsar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head."