tiling;--then will corne the giants, rooting deeper,--feeling
for the dust of hearts, groping among the bones;--and all that
love has hidden away shall be restored to Nature,--absorbed into
the rich juices of her verdure,--revitalized in her bursts of
color,--resurrected in her upliftings of emerald and gold to the
great sun....



XV.


Seen from the bay, the little red-white-and-yellow city forms
but one multicolored streak against the burning green of the
lofty island. There is no naked soil, no bare rock: the chains
of the mountains, rising by successive ridges towards the
interior, are still covered with forests;--tropical woods ascend
the peaks to the height of four and five thousand feet. To
describe the beauty of these woods--even of those covering the
mornes in the immediate vicinity of St. Pierre--seems to me
almost impossible;--there are forms and colors which appear to
demand the creation of new words to express. Especially is this
true in regard to hue;--the green of a tropical forest is
something which one familiar only with the tones of Northern
vegetation can form no just conception of: it is a color that
conveys the idea of green fire.

You have only to follow the high-road leading out of St. Pierre
by way of the Savane du Fort to find yourself, after twenty
minutes' walk, in front of the Morne Parnasse, and before the