BARBADOS-ANTIGUA EXPEDITION 237 
I afterward learned that my participation in this missionary 
meeting had resulted in a belief that I was a Moravian bishop, 
the very last personality that I had ever expected to be mis- 
taken for and an honor of which I am wholly unworthy. As 
a consequence, however, I was the embarrassed recipient 
of many invitations to speak, all but one of which were 
declined with thanks. This was another missionary meet- 
ing at Grace Hill Church on Sunday afternoon. The church 
is most picturesquely located on the top of a high hill 
and the road leading to it was through one of the most charm- 
ing tropical valleys that could be imagined; with little hamlets 
embowered in groves of palms and other tropical trees, the 
houses often being so small as to resemble toy structures with 
thatched roofs, the whole bearing an Oriental aspect much like 
pictures of scenes in the Philippines and Japan. The church 
is a very old one and from the yard one commands a view per- 
haps unsurpassed in Antigua, across the hills and valleys to 
the sea in the dim distance. The church was packed with a very 
attentive audience of black people in their Sunday clothes, 
which were spotlessly clean. Some of the women wore truly 
imposing hats with gorgeous trimmings perched on turbans 
that offered amazing combinations of bright color. The chair- 
man was the same Mr. Cowley, President of the Antigua Agri- 
cultural Society, whom I have already mentioned. Reverend Mr. 
Balboda of the Wesleyan Church was the principal speaker 
and he again impressed me with his dignified bearing and an 
excellent practical address that would have held the attention of 
almost any audience. It is customary here for someone to move a 
vote of thanks to the speakers. Three of these were black and two 
white and it must be confessed that the latter were put on their 
mettle to hold their own in the forensic field. The congregational 
singing went with a vim and there was a very well rendered 
soprano solo. Over £20 was raised, which was pretty well for a 
people in this country district where most of them earn not 
more than a shilling a day. Religion seems to enter more prom- 
inently into the lives of these people than it does at Barbados. 
It is not so emotional as among the blacks of our southern 
states, and partakes rather of the British solidity and decorum. 
The members of our party were temporarily parishioners of 
