Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
The direction of the Southern Pole is not shown by any one star as in the Northern heavens, but is given by two imaginary lines drawn as above until they meet.
One fine morning we found ourselves at daybreak off a low, green island. It might have been the Isle of Wight-but it wasn’t.
It was Barbados.
The sea, of a marvellous blue, was bursting into white surf on the golden sand. Thick trees and slender palms crowded down to the water’s edge and almost concealed the town and its widespread suburbs. Far back inland rose thickly cultivated hills and downs. All of a bright, light- green is the sugar-cane crop, which makes the wealth of the island.
In the bay, besides several cargo steamers, there lay at anchor a number of well-shaped, white- hulled sailing schooners. These run between the different islands with cargo and passengers, and are manned with smart crews of Negroes.
One could quite imagine them hoisting at any moment the “Jolly Roger” (skull and crossbones) and taking up the running from hundreds who have gone before them at Barbados as pirates of the Spanish Main. But they are very peaceful, and, though it may not be quite so exciting, they find that honesty pays best in the end.
Barbados is one of the few of the British possessions which was not taken by us from somebody else. It is an island to the eastward, and so nearer to England than the other West Indies.
It was occupied by a private expedition from England in 1605, which was fitted out and sent by Sir Oliver Leigh, of Kent, in a ship called the Olive Blossome, and was further peopled by emigrants sent out by the Earl of Carlisle and Sir William Courtier in 1628.
The Olive Blossome figures on some of the postage stamps of Barbados.
Barbados is only about as big as the Isle of Wight, but it has a large population- nearly 200,000 – mostly Negroes. The Isle of Wight has only about 83,000 – not Negroes. These Negroes are descendants of natives of West Africa, who were brought over and sold as slaves up till sixty years ago.
The capital is called Bridgeton, but there are more familiar names in the island. The tram runs you out along the coast to “Hastings,” and farther on you come to “Worthing” and “Brighton.”
One of the luxuries of the Island, besides its wealth of bananas, yams, pineapples, and sweet