feet from almost any point on it. To reach the back country and the higher elevations the left fork of the large river whose mouth lies two miles east of the plantation supplies the best means of approach. On Monday afternoon, before Hicks and I started out to hunt for a wild pig, we went with Mr. Beck and a native guide to visit the stone tombs of the natives. These are located just at the north of the plantation and lie at intervals of two hundred and fifty feet from one another, although quite secluded and invisible to the uninitiated visitor. There are no trails at all to them with the exception of the one which stands closest to the cocoanuts. The native guide led us zig-zag fashion wading along the shore outside of the bush and cutting through the vines and shrub when we turned into it. What there is to see is a number of clefts in the rock in which, arranged in order and facing outward, are the skulls of former native warriors. These skulls, some of which are tied together, jawbone to jowl, with vines, are reputed to be from fifty to two hundred and fifty years old. None of them are the skulls of women or pickanninies. Some are in extremely bad repair, decayed and weather worn. In the sockets and jaws of the skulls and strewn about the interior of the tomb-clefs are native trinkets, shell money, rings, ornaments, and other tokens of homage to the departed spirits.