In former times, Bat’s Cave was a great place of concealment for the tribes of erratic Caribs, when visiting Antigua on their predatory excursions; and tradition still points it out as the scene of a barbarous carousal among that wild and savage race, in one of their attacks upon this island. As, however, I am now giving the narration of a day’s journey, I will proceed to mention the other spots we visited, and leave the Legend, which is rather lengthy, for the next chapter. Emerging from “Bat’s Cave,” and wending our way amid the same rugged impediments, in process of time we reached our vehicle, and stepping into it, proceeded to visit the ruins of the old government house in the Savannah, the scene of the attack narrated in the “Legend of Ding a Ding Nook,” and of a similar attempt in 1654. After driving for a short distance over pasture land, exhibiting a dreary view of brown and withered herbage, the effects of the late dry weather, (rendered more striking by the contrast of the deep green of the different trees,) which crackled under the horses’ feet, we arrived at another tangled maze of shrub and brushwood, where it was again necessary to proceed on foot, in order to prosecute our intended search. Forcing our way through this almost impenetrable thicket, rendered in some places more impervious by the twinings and intertwinings of the withe, (a native parasite,) stooping to avoid some straggling branch, or springing over a thorny bank, we gained an open glade; and walking up the gentle acclivity, stood by the side of the ruins. They consist of what appears to have been a cistern, probably the first built in the island, and a low wall of stone, marking the foundation of the government house. Within this last-mentioned ruin stand two tombs, the inscriptions upon which are as follows:— Antigua. Here lieth the body of Mrs. Elizabeth Warner, Late wife of Edward Warner, Of this island, Esq. She was a woman of exemplary piety; She was the best of wives, The tenderest of mothers, The faithfulest of friends, And of a most charitable, compassionate disposition, Whose death was generally and deservedly lamented By the good people that knew her. She departed this life the thirteenth of August, 1723, In the 37th year of her age. Here lies the body of Mr. Henry Warner, Who died on the 17th day of Sept, 1731, In the 39th year of his age, Much beloved and lamented By all that knew him. In memory of whom, his Affectionate brothers, Edward and Ashton Warner, Erected this Monument.