The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1894-09-09

Gene. held M. dere. Deg say oats De hiehest
s.T6en thst's where " are going, told him him;
.fe..E must Ss7o' and what schsnce to break
Easy 'nua 70 drive mp By, goIn' FOUND, sab,
The driy.r aid du6iopsly; .spt ! ooh Oe''e'e
Why notT ssked. Theirs was somethins
IN the mans manner that made me suspicious.
The boy rosfed with laughter at this. oh,
no, ssh,' he said. 'rTalnt never nobody muir
SSTso BUT sn G \: % Isisn' heAAPR Al, nOV%SH We'll, W Soss' / dom
tinh you wants TO stay up dere. sah, =.
II Insisted upon knowing why not, and az
head and shruRs Of his shoulders, Well, sah, dc
planter, he not one of de geniman planters, sah'
He common sort o man, san .
This was a small objection In the eyes OF .
traveller who was looking for botanical specl,
RSads ySsnsT tu snsg tor toward sTfiG sSs ans highest SeS n Sugar
turned toward the road leading. to that place.
for the route was q roundabout one, taxing Us
completely, around the great hill and gradually
up the further side.
words of mine could do justice To the scene
from the top Of that mountain. We were, asI
learned aiterward. more than 5000 feet ABOVE
the sen. The town Of Basse Terre seemed 10 ne
at our feet. Vessels. looking like toy yachts,
dotted the ocean; and III, the distance lay An
tiHua, Mnntscrrat, Redonda, Nevis. and seNeral
other islands. Immediately over our heads llke
u dark roof, were the sombre clouds that chung
ever to the peak Ct Mount Misery bs5 b nearly ON The the
plateau ten minutes the clouds increased To such
an extent that they came down and surrOlhueu
front of us was the plantation house; g low
building Of stone, looking very strong, ASH hau
need t1 be at that elevation. but without any
As we drove up 10 the house there came out
20 meet us q liEht-6roTn SoIo.en 5GS OF c pst !
II had once been a shirt, the sole garment that
he wore, and in its better days IL had perhaps
much could be said OF IL when I saw II. IL had
gradually given way In. all quarters, and so many
tear ear extended n. n from the hem to Sd the collar q sse snsd
plump body. The high wind blew his fringe in
all directions without disturbing the boys equa-
nimity in the least In reply TO my questions he
summoned the mistress Of the house by calling;
Miss Mira. the planters wife. proved TO be a
comedy woman. with q fair skin, but with the
hair and features which showed Enthusiastically
touch Of the tar stick When made known
my GRAND she welcomed me to the little house
was al work in the fields, and that she knew he
would be glad to receive me as n guest, though
he certainly would accept no pay Tor nv enter
This was a clear case Of West Indian hos
pitality. for It did not need a second glance, at
were extremely poor and working hard for
competence. The furniture was as nearly moth;
tSs es{drenD.' Of ' Whom Dso there %y'S we're a large num- I'M
Der OF assorted sizes and colors, were dressed TO
match the boy I had first seen. As supper time
had seen It ground in the Jamaica cabins. baked
IL In the ashes, and made other preparations Tor
house. The planter When he came in from his
work was as agreeable rs his wife had been. He
was a pure white man with more ambition than
most OF his fellows and not actually poor, for he
had recently bought the piantation; but he had
Q struggle before him to establish himself COM
Ing to that end. II was a luxury. a welcome re-
hinder OF home to meet once more n white man
~h 1r Sss not too proud DC or too Ia lazy ,b to yron, room
with a candle to give us light. the planter went
out for a moment and came back with a we'll
worn copy Of an American illustrated news
I've often wanted TO see an American to-
have much chance to talk to Americans. i'd
that there's such things as this in your country
As he spoke he opened the paper at n big
double page illustration OF the brooklyn bridge
and handed II to me. l assured him that it was
told him that had crossed it thousands OF
Then he turned over several pages md
showed me pictures OF some of the tall New
"'Do you have houses like that in your
countryp'.h h asked.
and he sat for some time nodding his head.
Well he said. after a pause I've never
things here. And wasn't a-going to believe there
was such things anywhere TIL IL made inquiries.
1t must be a very rich country, -. ,r,,co.o
often and 80 carefully that he was familiar with
all the minute points. Where were all the
people going TO. he asked: and the cars, did
how does steam make the cars go? And do
those people The was wonderffully Interested in
the crowds OF people on the BRIDGE, do those
people live in one city and have their business
In anOther2 Well. well, well! A thousand
questions he asked me. just such as n young boy
might ask and II was late in the evening before
l had explained every little detail OF the pictures
to his satisfaction. We who are so used TO see
ing them have little idea OF the interest an iso-
lated man can take in a few newspaper pictures.
when | went to bed that night q solitary
light was visible from my window. II was on
the island OF Nevis, six miles across the water
from st. Kits. Nevis Ia one of those plnces that
In tho past. Strangers seldom hear OF II,
much less visit Il, now: but q hundred years
ago there stood upon 1t the finest wintcr-resort
hotel in the Western hemisphere. On that lit
tie island Alexander Hamilton was born; and
there. more than a century ago, the great Nell
son was married.