4 THE VOYAGE. 
like to the heel of a boot floating in hot oil, 
which we are informed by the polite waiter is 
‘bef steek a la Anglais’—the whole washed 
down with copious libations of intensely sour 
claret iced to the freezing-point. 
The next thing in the programme is the ex- 
ploration of the town, during which all sorts of 
things are purchased at fabulous prices, that 
can never, by any possibility, be required. Such 
unusual exercise in a, hilly place, exposed to the 
scorching heat of the sun, soon begets a feverish 
thirst, necessitating copious draughts of iced- 
water dashed with cognac, unlimited cobblers, 
or more cold sour poison. Raw vegetables, acid 
wine, cobblers,. cognac, cocoanut, and other 
‘comestibles’ soon produce disagreeable ad- 
monitory twinges: dread of yellow-fever immedi- 
ately suggests itself—bang goes the signal-gun! 
A hasty scamper for the boats dispelling further 
alarm, all rush on board, there to compare notes, 
groan over their pains and stupidity, and go 
through precisely the same performance at the 
next place of landing. 
At St. Thomas we exchanged the commo- 
dious steamer ‘ Parana’ for the ‘ Trent,’ much 
more famous for getting into trouble than for 
getting out of it. The run from the island 
