Nabaclis in the Limelight.
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Nabaclis in the Limelight (By TRAVELLER)

Flanked by Golden Grove on the west, and Cove and John on the east, and just seventeen miles east from the city of Georgetown is the village of Nabaclis which has made some history for itself by appearing very much in the limelight a year ago, because of that wanton act of incendiarism by some evilly-disposed persons who set fire to the Pumping Station that was erected on its north eastern portion to drain Golden Grove, Nabaclis, John and Cove, Craig Milne, and Victoria, and for which act two persons after trial and conviction are now undergoing terms of imprisonment. The adage “it is an ill wind that blows nobody good” has been exemplified even in that acior, whereas it was experienced that the pump which has been destroyed was not, for many reasons able to drain efficiently the area that was allotted to it, the new pump that has been installed can now give efficient drainage because opportunity has been taken to remedy one of the main setbacks to the proper drainage by the digging to an appreciable depth, the trenches that must convey the water to the pumping station for its discharge into the sea.
Nabaclis has thus become notorious (and I use the words here, not in its ill sense), not only by its having been choosen as the centre of so large a drainage area, but particularly so, because of the misfortune with which it met by the destruction of its pump, and the resultant advantage the installation of the new pump has conferred upon it.


Scanty is the information that I have been able to gather with regard to its acquisition. I have not been able to learn what was its former name, and how came it to be called by the nomenciature it now bears; but my informant seems pretty certain that it was acquired from the owners of the estate east of it by about fifty-eight or sixty persons who formed the original proprietors that converted it into a village, and the price paid for it was something like that for which Golden Grove was bought.

To avoid re-iteration, it is sufficient, I think to state here that Nabaclis can for the purpose of this writing up be divided into portions or sections similar to those into which Golden Grove and the other villages already dealt with have been divided. The village is in the very heart of the sand reef area, and the higher grounds of its northern most portion from the public road to the sea, both in the east and the west sections are conspicuous. Their prominence lies not only in their elevation when compared with the portions between the public road and the railway line, and south of the line, but also in their fertility, which, no doubt, is largely responsible for the very luxuriant growth of prolific fruit trees which are to be found in them. And before taking leave of this portion, it seems necessary to mention that, though not as thickly populated as the one immediately south of it, yet it is of much importance because it gives accommodation t or rather, it houses the Pumping Station and the Village Office.
Here comes one of the most striking features of the village! It is the Artesian Well by the roadside on the second portion of the eastern section. If it was not the very first, it is one of the first wells that were drilled in the colony during the regime of that “Governor of constructive ability” Sir Walter Egerton. This well supplies water to its western neighbour and has been known never to cease flowing since it was drilled. The village has but three cross-streets, none of which is metal led. In addition to its middle walk dam and those of its eastern and western side line there are two alley ways or sandy paths running north to south.


The second and third portions, those fro the public road to the railway line, and beyond it are practically studded with coconut trees whose presence ought to be sufficient evidence of the nature of the miniature industry in which some of its inhabitants are engaged.
To be a little bit more exact, there are about twelve acres and more with coconut trees ranging from the railway line to the wire fencing separating the township from the cultivated areas and along those areas for fully five miles coconut trees abound.

Nabaclis was at one time, was in possession of a cane crushing mill which was driven by wind, it has been said. Very few among the present and immediate past generations have any knowledge of that fact. The majority of the present day population are however, aware that the village has many mills for coconut oil making, and it is considered to be the leader among the villages that carry on that important branch of one of the colony’s minor industries. Wherever coconut growing is extensively carried on with oil making as one of the things closely connected with it, there is usually some pig rearing, as well as poultry rearing undertaken in the vicinity, and the oil makers of Nabaclis have certainly not neglected to take advantage of this feature.
If then, an account is to be taken of the feathered stock and eggs that find their way there from to the city, it will be found to what extent Nabaclis contributes to provide the delicacies prepared and enjoyed by citizens and visitors. If also an account be taken of the pigs which are transported from the district by rail, and the large numbers that are weekly sent down to the Demerara Meat Company in Georgetown in drays specially constructed for the purpose, one can not escape the conclusion to be arrived at the flourishing pig rearing enterprise at Nabaclis and its immediate environs provides a fair share of the raw material for making ham locally. Its farmers among whom are to be found some of the largest cultivators on the Coast, pride themselves for their cultivation of plantains, ground provisions, and fruit, which, after the removal of the portion necessary for home consumption, they dispose of to hucksters and fruiterers for the use of the urban population.


Years ago it had no place of worship of its own, and the bulk of its church going population attended either the Wesleyan Methodist Church at Golden Grove or the
Anglican Church of St. Andrew’s, Cove and John. A few seemed to have attached themselves to the Brethren Mission at Victoria. Today it boasts of a church building of its own put up about twenty years ago by the denomination carrying the name of Pilgrim Holiness. The building is in the second portion, and by the roadside; and almost ensconced behind it is the village cemetery – God’s own acre – which like so many of those along the coast is not properly enclosed. The absence of a rum shop in the village itself cannot cause one to think what its social aspect is like. Whatever is the cause I know not, but the fact remains that Nabaclis has no place in which there is sold intoxicating liquors and one wonders whether Mr. Pussyfoot of America has ever had anything to do with the village.

The Sunday Chronicle, June 9, 1946: page 7.

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