THE VOYAGE. 27 



the intensely blue sea was unripplecl far as eye 

 could reach ; the very birds and insects, too 

 hot to fly, sat panting under the shadow of the 

 leaves. We gathered a pineapple, but it tasted 

 hot, as if half- roasted. 



I am not favourably impressed with the honesty 

 of the islanders that do the washing, or rather 

 that do not do it. Following the example of 

 the officers of the ' Havannah,' I delivered my 

 bag of clothes, the accumulation since leaving 

 England, to the washer, who promised, as only 

 a black washerman will promise, to have it on 

 board before we sailed : he kept his word, for he 

 came when the ship was under weigh, had his 

 money, and with bows, and prayers for my wel- 

 fare in this world, vanished over the side. We 

 were well out to sea when I looked at my bag ; 

 imagine my wrath at finding everything just as 

 I had given it. It was lucky for the rascal 

 he was out of reach, and perhaps quite as well for 

 rne ; a dollar (4s.) a dozen to carry one's clothes 

 ashore, most likely to wear, and bring back 

 again dirtier than it went, would enrage the 

 meekest saint ! 



The voyage in the ' Havannah ' from Panama to 

 Vancouver Island was a long arid wearisome 

 one. We left Tobago on June 4, and entered 



