THE VOYAGE. 27 
the intensely blue sea was unrippled 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 
me; 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 and wearisome 
one. We left Tobago on June 4, and entered 
