National Geographic : 1937 Sep
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Jacob Gayer "DUTCH PRINCESS," INTERISLAND SCHOONER, WAITS FOR CARGO AT PORT-OF-SPAIN This trading vessel carries goods destined for Tobago and other near-by isles. Other schooners and a steamship lie at anchor farther out in the roadstead. Government steamers sail three times a week from Port-of-Spain to Scarborough (map, page 321), occasionally putting in at isolated Tobago ports to pick up special cargoes of cacao, coconuts, limes, and other tropical fruits. Trinidad's capital is the meetingplace for many Caribbean cruise ships-French, Scandinavian, German, as well as those out of New York. 'For the Lord's sake, go and get assistance, there is a mule under me.' " The region is somber. And the road to Galera Point runs along a coast line torn with pitted gray rocks that catch the long waves out of Africa and smash them willy nilly in a white fury. Habitations are sparse. The Toco section remains today as the Caribbean islands must have looked when the colonizers arrived, dangerous and remote, guarded by the sea. IGUANAS AND THATCHED HUTS Iguanas crawl through the rocks. A few sea birds which have strayed from the bet ter hunting grounds of the Gulf skim at the edge of suicide. Man is represented by his thatched huts, a trade-mark of the primitive. And every evening a white lighthouse at the northeastern point blinks solemnly at the sea. Unlike the other islands, you cannot grasp Trinidad by its four corners and fold it up into any bundle that a person can measure and define. WEST INDIES ARE MINIATURES OF MANY LANDS AND PEOPLES Barbados is a calm British pilot fish, ab sorbed in sugar cane. Curacao is scarcely more than a town set on rock, punishing the empty land by its devotion to oil. Jamaica is natural: the towns are over whelmed by mountains, jungle, sea; nothing can overcome its vehement beauty. Haiti is African; Antigua is the American West; Martinique is a beautiful hodge-podge, like an Eastern bazaar. In Trinidad there is something of all of them. The Crossroads island is one of those lands which has lost a personality of its own to assume the character of the earth.