“You wouldn’t expect a person to be proud of being a Mauritian, now would you?  But it is so.  The most of them have never been out of the island, and haven’t read much or studied much, and they think the world consists of three principal countries—­Judaea, France, and Mauritius; so they are very proud of belonging to one of the three grand divisions of the globe.  They think that Russia and Germany are in England, and that England does not amount to much.  They have heard vaguely about the United States and the equator, but they think both of them are monarchies.  They think Mount Peter Botte is the highest mountain in the world, and if you show one of them a picture of Milan Cathedral he will swell up with satisfaction and say that the idea of that jungle of spires was stolen from the forest of peg-tops and toothpicks that makes the roofs of Curepipe look so fine and prickly.

“There is not much trade in books.  The newspapers educate and entertain the people.  Mainly the latter.  They have two pages of large-print reading-matter-one of them English, the other French.  The English page is a translation of the French one.  The typography is super-extra primitive—­in this quality it has not its equal anywhere.  There is no proof-reader now; he is dead.

“Where do they get matter to fill up a page in this little island lost in the wastes of the Indian Ocean?  Oh, Madagascar.  They discuss Madagascar and France.  That is the bulk.  Then they chock up the rest with advice to the Government.  Also, slurs upon the English administration.  The papers are all owned and edited by creoles—­French.

“The language of the country is French.  Everybody speaks it—­has to.  You have to know French particularly mongrel French, the patois spoken by Tom, Dick, and Harry of the multiform complexions—­or you can’t get along.

“This was a flourishing country in former days, for it made then and still makes the best sugar in the world; but first the Suez Canal severed it from the world and left it out in the cold and next the beetroot sugar helped by bounties, captured the European markets.  Sugar is the life of Mauritius, and it is losing its grip.  Its downward course was checked by the depreciation of the rupee—­for the planter pays wages in rupees but sells his crop for gold—­and the insurrection in Cuba and paralyzation of the sugar industry there have given our prices here a life-saving lift; but the outlook has nothing permanently favorable about it.  It takes a year to mature the canes—­on the high ground three and six months longer —­and there is always a chance that the annual cyclone will rip the profit out of the crop.  In recent times a cyclone took the whole crop, as you may say; and the island never saw a finer one.  Some of the