National Geographic : 1941 Jan
British West Indian Interlude volved. In a small colony the Caribs live free of taxes on land preserved for them by the Government. They fish and farm, and weave their celebrated waterproof baskets with placid monotony. We bought a woven "money hat" (crown 37 inches high) and a "wife leader." A wife leader literally means what the word implies. It is a 10-inch finger, woven contractively from long strips of bark. One end is left open; the other forms a grip. When I put my finger in the open end, and the leader was pulled from the oppo site end, the experi menting finger was promptly imprisoned. At the wharf that night as we waited for the return launch to Roseau, our attention was caught by a group of gesticulating negroes. Bit by bit, from their French patois we gathered that they had heard the bamboo was blooming, and they were all run- With Every Ct ning from it as from W While the customer fire. They said that reaches up and turns the bamboo blooms the stream without sp only once in every by boiling the bark ot hundred years, and that when it does, strange things are apt to happen. With the blooming comes an evil spirit who will cause the wrong persons to be attracted to each other. Even the jail in Dominica is framed in beauty. A low white brick building covered with blue plumbago and a pink flower, it stands in the shade of the great frangipani trees which mark the border of Kingsland House gardens where we lived. To the un known, peaceful prisoners behind those white walls we owe many moving memories. Each evening at twilight there drifted to us, with the fragrance of jasmine, the sweet stumbling song of our neighbors. A silver sheet of rain which had enshrouded up a Juggling Performance Is Given Free waits, the maubey seller, in Bridgetown, Barbados, on the spigot, fills the measure, and then shuts off illing a drop. The beverage is a sweetened tea made Sthe maubey tree in water (page 33). our six-hour trip from Dominica lifted like a stage curtain to reveal another of Neptune's Caribbean emeralds. In a single shaft of sun light the irregular outline of St. Lucia, so lately still and somber under its gray sky, sharpened to a green glory of deeply wooded hills. St. Lucia Women Carry Coal At the foot of the hills the checkerboard town of Castries embraced the sea. In the deep sheltered harbor of the same name lay a three-masted Dutch schooner. A French freighter, loaded with sugar, hauled up an anchor chain. The silhouettes of coal carriers on the dock emerged as a black and white etching.