The southern press., 1851-07-29
Havana markets unchanged.

A CARIBs REvEaGE.-In work recently
published in London, by Captain Mllman, are
to be found some Of the most thrilling scenes
from life in the tropics it has ever been our for
tune to meet with. II he following account Of
a Carib's revenge on sea captain, named Jack
Diver, on one of the narrow mountain paths of
Guadaloupe, is exceedingly graphic and forcible:
While he was making up his mind, a dark
figure had stolen unperceiyed close behind him,
with small basket in his hand of split reeds,
out Of which came low, buzzing, murmuring
sound. He lay down quietly across the path, at
the point Of the first angle of the elbow Of the
mountain spur. not many feet from the hind legs
Of the horse Jack Diver with scowling look,
turned his horse round with some difficulty. 1t
plunged and reared slightly, but went on. Oc-
cupied with retaining his seat, the master of the
transport scarcely perceived the figure lying in
the path. He could not see who it was, for the
face Of the man was owards the ground. But
the horse saw it Mt once The animal, accus-
toned to mountain roads from its birth, had Of
ten stepped over both men and animals, which
are sometimes forced in the narrowest parts to
lie down to let the heavier and 81 onger pass, in
that highly dangerous and dsagreeable method,
lifted his feet cautiously, one by one, so as not
to tread on the PROSTATE figure. AS the horse
was above him. the man lifted with one hand the
lid Of the basket, and swarm of wasps flew
suddenly out. buzzing and humming fercely, and
in moment they began to settle on the moving
ehject. The horse commenced switching his
tail to drive them away, pricking up his ears,
and snorting with terror.
The man on the path lay quite still until they
had thus moved on few yards, and then he
raised his head little. and watched them with
his keen black eyes. The wasps, driven of for
a moment. became only the more irritafed, and
returned with vigor and wonderful pertinacityto
the attack, beginning to sting the poor animal
furously, in all the tender parts. They assaiIed
the wretched master in his turn, darting their
venomed barbs into his face and hands, and
driving them both nearly frantic. The horse
plunged furiousy, and Jack Diver, losing his
stirrups and his presence of mind together,
twisted his hands into the horses mane to keep
his seat, letting the reins fall on its neck. At
last, with rear and bound into the air, the
maddened animal darted off at galop; but tho
faster he went, the closer stuck the perscvering
wasps. Jack Diver shnt his eyes, screaming
with fear and pain. Then the Carib chief rose
up, and again the hawk like scream echoed
along the valley The turn is to be made-can
the horse recover himself! Yes, maddened as
he is he sees the danger instinctively. His
speed slackens-he throws himself on his
launches. with his forefeet on the very brink of
the precpce. One more chance! The blind,
infatuated man remains on his back. Again the
horse feels the stngs of his deadly prosecutors;
again he plunges forward striving to turn quick
ly round the corner. Round, and he is in CON-
parative safety. On a sudden, from behind
buttress of projecting rock, then start across the
path three dusky forms, fngng their arms
wildly in the air Then was heard that rare and
awful sound, the shrek of horse in the fear Of
a certain and coming death; when swerving on
one side, he lost bis footing on the slippery shelf,
and struggling mady, but unsuccsssfully to re-
cover it, he fell over and er--down--down--
a thousand feet down! From the sailors lips
there came no cry. But once more the hawk
screamed. A glorious feast to the ants and the
Johnny crowsl