Shouts and 'cooeys' soon brought us to the party which were awaiting us.

We hurried joyfully down a steep hillside, across a shallow ford, and then up another hillside--this time with care, for the felled logs and brushwood lay all about a path full of stumps, and we needed a guide to show us our way in the moonlight up to the hospitable house above.

And a right hospitable house it was.

Its owner, a French gentleman of ancient Irish family--whose ancestors probably had gone to France as one of the valiant 'Irish Brigade'; whose children may have emigrated thence to St.Domingo, and their children or grandchildren again to Trinidad-- had prepared for us in the wilderness a right sumptuous feast: 'nor did any soul lack aught of the equal banquet.' We went to bed; or, rather, I did.

For here, as elsewhere before and after, I was compelled, by the courtesy of the Governor, to occupy the one bed of the house, as being the oldest, least acclimatised, and alas! weakliest of the party; while he, his little suite, and the owner of the house slept anywhere upon the floor; on which, between fatigue and enjoyment of the wild life, I would have gladly slept myself.
When we turned out before sunrise next morning, I found myself in perhaps the most charming of all the charming 'camps' of these forests.