Certain English sailors, probably of Rodney's men--and numbering, according to the pleasure of the narrator, three hundred, thirty, or three--are said to have warped themselves up it by lianes and scrub; but they found the rock-ledges garrisoned by an enemy more terrible than any French.

Beneath the bites of the Fer-de- lances, and it may be beneath the blaze of the sun, man after man dropped; and lay, or rolled down the cliffs.

A single survivor was seen to reach the summit, to wave the Union Jack in triumph over his head, and then to fall a corpse.

So runs the tale, which, if not true, has yet its value, as a token of what, in those old days, English sailors were believed capable of daring and of doing.
At the back of these two Pitons is the Souffriere, probably the remains of the old crater, now fallen in, and only 1000 feet above the sea: a golden egg to the islanders, were it but used, in case of war, and any difficulty occurring in obtaining sulphur from Sicily, a supply of the article to almost any amount might be obtained from this and the other like Solfaterras of the British Antilles; they being, so long as the natural distillation of the substance continues active as at present, inexhaustible.

But to work them profitably will require a little more common-sense than the good folks of St.Lucia have as yet shown.