There were, in his time, he says, five nations of Indians in the
island,--'Jaios,' 'Arwacas,' 'Salvayos' (Salivas?), 'Nepoios,' and
round San Josef 'Carinepagotes'; and there were others, he
confesses, which he does not name. Evil times were come upon them.
Two years after, the Indians at Punta Galera (the north-east point
of the island) told poor Keymis that they intended to escape to
Tobago when they could no longer keep Trinidad, though the Caribs of
Dominica were 'such evil neighbours to it' that it was quite
uninhabited. Their only fear was lest the Spaniards, worse
neighbours than even the Caribs, should follow them thither.

But as Raleigh and such as he went their way, Berreo and such as he
seem to have gone their way also. The 'Conquistadores,' the
offscourings not only of Spain but of South Germany, and indeed of
every Roman Catholic country in Europe, met the same fate as befell,
if monk chroniclers are to be trusted, the great majority of the
Normans who fought at Hastings. 'The bloodthirsty and deceitful men
did not live out half their days.' By their own passions, and by no
miraculous Nemesis, they civilised themselves off the face of the
earth; and to them succeeded, as to the conquerors at Hastings, a
nobler and gentler type of invaders. During the first half of the
seventeenth century, Spaniards of ancient blood and high
civilisation came to Trinidad, and re-settled the island:
especially the family of Farfan--'Farfan de los Godos,' once famous
in mediaeval chivalry--if they will allow me the pleasure of for
once breaking a rule of mine, and mentioning a name--who seem to
have inherited for some centuries the old blessings of Psalm
xxxvii.--