A true & exact history of the island of BarbadosLigon, Richard
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A true & exact history of the island of Barbados
Ligon, Richard
Barbados -- Description and travel; Plants -- Barbados; Sugar -- Manufacture and refining -- Barbados
One sort more of these harmefull Animals there are, which we call
Chegoes; and these are so little that you would hardly think them
able to doe any harme at all, and yet these will do more mischiefe
then the Ants, and if they were as numerous as harmefull, there were
no induring of them; they are of a shape, not much unlike a Louse,
but no bigger then a mite that breeds in cheese, his colour blewish:
an Indian has laid one of them, on a sheet of white paper, and with
my spectacles on I could hardly discern him; yet this very little
Enemy, can and will do much mischiefe to mankind. This vermine will
get thorough your Stocken, and in a pore of your skinne, in some
part of your feet, commonly under the nayl of your toes, and there
make a habitation to lay his off spring, as bigge as a small Tare,
or the bagge of a Bee, which will cause you to go very lame, and put
you to much smarting paine. The Indian women have the best skill to
take them out, which they do by putting in a small poynted Pinne, or
Needle, at the hole where he came in, and winding the poynt about
the bagge loosen him from the flesh, and so take him out. He is of a
blewish colour, and is seene through the skinne, but the _Negroes_
whose skinns are of that colour (or neer it) are in ill case, for
they cannot finde where they are; by which meanes they are many of
them very lame: some of these Chegoes are poysonous, and after they
are taken out, the Orifice in which they lay, will fester and rankle
for a fortnight after they are gone. I have had tenne taken out of my
feet in a morning, by the most unfortunate _Yarico_ an Indian woman.
Some kind of Animals more there are in the woods, which because I
never saw I cannot speak their formes: some of them I guesse are no
bigger than Crickets; they lye all day in holes and hollow trees,
and as soon as the Sun is downe, they begin their tunes, which are
neither singing nor crying, but the shrillest voyces that ever I
heard: nothing can be so neerely resembl’d to it, as the mouths of a
pack of small beagles at a distance; and so lively, and chirping the
noyse is, as nothing can be more delightfull to the eares, if there
were not too much of it, for the musick hath no intermission till
morning, and then all is husht.
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