About these tombs grew many a sweet and fragile flower, and many a gaily painted butterfly hovered around, and sported in the blaze of the “great luminary;” while the “Turk’s caps” (another species of cactus) shewed their crimson crests in all directions. A broken bottle, the relic of some former maroon (_fête champetre_) lay upon one of the tombs—not more fragile or fickle in its nature than the mouldering dust which slept beneath, or those who in the heyday of life stood looking on. Leaving the tombs and ruins to their usual solitude, we retraced our steps; but in doing so, I could not help thinking that the name “_Savannah_” was misapplied, or Dr. Johnson was wrong in his etymology, for I am sure there is wood in abundance of one kind or the other. A great number of wild cattle inhabit this part of the country, deriving, it is said, a plentiful supply of nutriment from the herbage found there. On our return to English Harbour, along the same road, we had a glimpse of “Indian Creek,” so famous in “story,” which meanders through verdantly-decked shores in a picturesque manner. It derives its name from an engagement which took place upon its banks, between a party of Caribs, (or Indians,) narrated in the following “Legend.” Once more entering the village of English Harbour, we proceeded to the house of W. C. Brooks, Esq., where we rested for some time, experiencing those nameless acts of hospitality for which the Antiguans are noted; and where I willingly laved my burning temples with the fragrant “Eau de Cologne.” Really, this marching and counter-marching, beneath a tropical sun, is no slight matter, let my readers think as they may. “Sol” visits the face with many a fiery mark, and if he _kisses_, he leaves his _sting_ behind. I felt glad when we once more took our way to town; and although no lovely moon was abroad, “——the floor of Heaven Was thick inlaid with patines of bright gold,” which sufficed to light us gloriously on our way, and bring us in safety to Spring Gardens. ------ [84] It may be necessary to remark, for the benefit of my English readers, that although Saturday is the principal _market-day_, Monday is more generally used by the labouring class for coming into the capital to provide their weekly supplies. So much is this the case, that where you may see fifty labourers employed upon a plantation upon the other days of the week, on Monday you will scarcely find twenty. [85] As it may amuse the reader, we here transcribe an original letter, written by our great naval hero at this period, which is carefully preserved by its proprietor as an invaluable relic:— “English Harbour, Aug. 3rd, 1784.