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Title: Alone in the Caribbean;
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Fenger, Frederic Abildgaard, 1882-
Subjects: Antilles, Lesser -- Description and travel Caribbean Sea
Publisher: New York : George H. Doran company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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them, a government engineer onhis monthly tour inspecting the telephone system, whichgirdles the island. While we ate our thon (tuna) ourconversation turned on the tuna fisheries of Martiniqueand I mentioned Josephine and Trois-Ilets. Josephine! Martinique! Why man alive! Jo-sephine spent part of her childhood days right here inSoufriere and I dont know but what she was bornon this island—in the northern part—at Morne Paix-Bouche. And so it happened that I was to be denied the beachto stumble upon a page or two of that life of contrasts—pathetic and romantic—of the Empress Josephine.Over our coffee and cigarettes my friend told me ofPere Remaud of the parish of Gros-Islet in the northof Saint Lucia—the man who knew more aboutJosephines life in this island than any one else. Idecided, then, to spend some time in Saint Lucia andI learned many things about her—but who wants toread dry history sandwiched in between salty channelruns? Our conversation turned to other things and
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DELIGHTS OF CHANNEL RUNNING 167 then died out even as the glow of our cigarettes. Wewere both tired and mutually glad to turn in. But the wakening effect of the coffee and the coldfunereal sheets of the high antique four-poster ontowhich I had climbed to rest, kept off slumber for awhile. What a cruise of contrasts it was—from theprimitive life of the Carib living on fish and cassava,I had sailed in a day from the fifteenth century intothe eighteenth. From my roll of blankets on thehigh ground of Point Espagiiol I had come to the morecivilised, but not more comfortable, husk mattress ofthe French regime. I was not long in deciding thatthe husk mattress was no less aged than the four-poster. Perhaps the friends of Josephine had sleptin this bed, on this very mattress—whatever theirsins may have been may this have shriven them! Sad-ness entered my mood and I fell asleep. Can the lover of small indulgences begin the daybetter than I began my first morning in Saint Lucia?At six there

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