BARBADOS-ANTIGUA EXPEDITION 173 
tised man on the island of Antigua. This was particularly dis- 
tressing to one of his notably retiring disposition. Furthermore, 
it was evident that he would have to behave himself cireum- 
spectly during the remainder of his stay, as every member of 
the police force had his complete description with all the marks 
of identification set forth in detail. 
He himself did not regard his adventure as anything to make 
such a fuss about, and called it merely ‘‘an interesting exper- 
ience.’’ All’s well that ends well; but the director of the ex- 
pedition looks back upon the anxiety of that night as one of the 
most unpleasant experiences of the whole cruise. Wehman, I 
am glad to say, was none the worse after a few hours of rest and 
was at work again as usual before evening. 
Owing to the distance, nearly twelve miles, to the city, we 
were not so much occupied by social matters as at Pelican 
Island, although we enjoyed calls from many officials and plant- 
ers. We therefore inaugurated a series of informal discourses 
on the veranda. These were usually booked for 4:30 in the 
afternoon, when the day’s work was about over. Henderson 
gave a talk on the mollusca, Fisher on the holothurians of the 
region, and Thomas told us about the geological problems and 
his experiences both at Barbados and at Antigua. 
The moonlight nights were delightful, and sometimes inspired 
us to music, at which time Stoner’s mandolin was our main re- 
source; and songs never heard before in that historic spot 
doubtless disturbed the slumbers of our neighbors. The picture 
will remain always with every one of us,—the moon rising in 
round-orbed splendor over Shirley Heights and turning the 
placid waters of the harbor to burnished silver, the sharp sil- 
houette of the ruined fort on Point Barclay right opposite; the 
gleam of the breakers as they mounted high on the rocks on the 
opposite side of the harbor entrance; the sweet chords of the 
mandolin mingling with the voices of the singers; the quiet con- 
tent of resting after a hard day’s work in the sun; the caress 
of the evening breeze; and, for the unregenerate, the aroma of 
an evening pipe—this picture is one of those which constitute 
the choice treasures of the soul, more real than riches and more 
precious than all save friendship and love. 
