He who sees four-eyes for the first time without laughing must be much wiser, or much stupider, than any man has a right to be.
Suddenly the mangroves opened, and the creek ended in a wharf, with barges alongside.

Baulks of strange timbers lay on shore.

Sheds were full of empty sugar-casks, ready for the approaching crop-time.

A truck was waiting for us on a tramway; and we scrambled on shore on a bed of rich black mud, to be received, of course, in true West Indian fashion, with all sorts of courtesies and kindnesses.
And here let me say, that those travellers who complain of discourtesy in the West Indies can have only themselves to thank for it.

The West Indian has self-respect, and will not endure people who give themselves airs.