sloping streets towards the shore, wonderful variations of
foliage-color meet the eye: gold-greens, sap-greens, bluish and
metallic greens of many tints, reddish-greens, yellowish-greens.
The cane-fields are broad sheets of beautiful gold-green; and
nearly as bright are the masses of _pomme-cannelle_ frondescence,
the groves of lemon and orange; while tamarind and mahoganies are
heavily sombre. Everywhere palm-crests soar above the wood-lines,
and tremble with a metallic shimmering in the blue light. Up
through a ponderous thickness of tamarind rises the spire of the
church; a skeleton of open stone-work, without glasses or
lattices or shutters of any sort for its naked apertures: it is
all open to the winds of heaven; it seems to be gasping with all
its granite mouths for breath--panting in this azure heat. In
the bay the water looks greener than ever: it is so clear that
the light passes under every boat and ship to the very bottom;
the vessels only cast very thin green shadows,--so transparent
that fish can be distinctly seen passing through from sunlight to
sunlight.

The sunset offers a splendid spectacle of pure color; there is
only an immense yellow glow in the west,--a lemon-colored blaze;
but when it melts into the blue there is an exquisite green
light.... We leave to-morrow.

... Morning: the green hills are looming in a bluish vapor: the
long faint-yellow slope of beach to the left of the town, under
the mangoes and tamarinds, is already thronged with bathers,--all
men or boys, and all naked: black, brown, yellow, and white. The
white bathers are Danish soldiers from the barracks; the Northern
brightness of their skins forms an almost startling contrast with