On our hike around the southern end of the island today we came across a wall remnant with whole conch shells embedded in the crumbling cement. Loyalist ruins of houses and pasture walls, built by slaves over two hundred years ago, are hidden among the thick scrub behind the long white beach at House Bay, where we're at anchor. Remainders of the salt harvesting operation are visible in and around the large shallow salt pond with its hardened rim of salt that resembles ice. Goats, not racoons, live on Racoon Cay, as on most of the larger cays in the Jumentos. We came across fresh cloven footprints and goat trails in the sand, but no goats. Hunted by the locals when they tire of seafood, they are skittish and hard to find.