By the sides of the creeks, especially nigh the sea, there grow a few small black mangrove-trees.

The black mangrove grows larger here than in the West Indies, and of it they make good plank.

In a slight depression at the base of a clump of black mangrove roots my light caught a torn strip of yellow plastic first.

They cut it in thin strips and hung it over the fire of the black mangrove, which is one of the smokiest woods on earth.

To the west the black mangroves grew thicker, almost like a wall.