ABSTRACT
But never mind! the caves are near — the far-renowned caves — and the increasing whistle of the wind will surely die away amid the corinda bushes and the palms of the island. So walking, slipping and miraculously recovering one’s foothold, at last one really “lands,” to face a miniature merry-go-round, a loathsome smell and a dozen carrying-chairs. A closer study of same convincing me that they were the carriers of more than past G. T.’s, I trudged up a long ight of steps, followed a path for some few yards and entered the far-famed caves.
