8G 



THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



that day, and gave me such a graphic description of the 

 services that, with his kind permission, I subsequently made 

 a copy of his account as given in his journal,, and reproduce 

 it herewith. 



We went ashore at ten a dozen of us. The rain had 

 nearly ceased, and numerous rills coursed down the rocks 

 opposite the hamlet in picturesque cascades. 



THE NARROW PATH. 



We had been told that the services began at ten ; it was 

 after ten, but no one had assembled, and so we waited out- 

 side. 



Tbe scene was curiously picturesque. The tide was but 

 half in, and the little cove by the church was yet dry. On 

 the slopes were the huts or houses of the natives, and behind 

 the rugged rocky hills rose, their tops obscure and illy defined 

 in the thick air. Little cascades like white ribbons hung 

 against the sides of the gray granite hills. A few patches of 



