IX

With darkness all the population of the island retire to their

homes;--the streets become silent, and the life of the day is done.

By eight o'clock nearly all the windows are closed, and the lights put

out;--by nine the people are asleep. There are no evening parties, no

night amusements, except during rare theatrical seasons and times of

Carnival; there are no evening visits: active existence is almost timed

by the rising and setting of the sun.... The only pleasure left for the

stranger of evenings is a quiet smoke on his balcony or before his door:

reading is out of the question, partly because books are rare, partly

because lights are bad, partly because insects throng about every lamp

or candle. I am lucky enough to have a balcony, broad enough for a

rocking-chair; and sometimes Cyrillia and the kitten come to keep me

company before bedtime. The kitten climbs on my knees; Cyrillia sits

right down upon the balcony.

One bright evening, Cyrillia was amusing herself very much by watching

the clouds: they were floating high; the moonlight made them brilliant

as frost. As they changed shape under the pressure of the trade-wind,

Cyrillia seemed to discover wonderful things in them: sheep, ships with

sails, cows, faces, perhaps even _zombis_.

--"_Travaill Bon-Dié joli,--anh?_" (Is not the work of the Good-God

pretty?) she said at last.... "There was Madame Remy, who used to sell

the finest _foulards_ and Madrases in St. Pierre;--she used to study the

clouds. She drew the patterns of the clouds for her _foulards_: whenever

she saw a beautiful cloud or a beautiful rainbow, she would make a

drawing of it in color at once; and then she would send that to France

to have _foulards_ made just like it.... Since she is dead, you do not

see any more pretty _foulards_ such as there used to be."...

--"Would you like to look at the moon with my telescope, Cyrillia?" I

asked. "Let me get it for you."

--"Oh no, no!" she answered, as if shocked.

--"Why?"

--"_Ah! faut pa gàdé baggaïe Bon-Dié conm ça!_" (It is not right to look

at the things of the Good-God that way.)

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