FELLOW-VOYAGERS. 3 
Moore, Director of the Botanic Gardens at Sydney, I 
was enabled to complete all my arrangements without 
loss of time. When embarking, I had accumulated a 
whole cart-load of luggage, containing none save the 
most necessary things, and surveyed by me with a heavy 
heart when thinking of the difficulty of transporting 
them from island to island. None save those who have 
experienced it, can have any conception of travelling in 
countries where no money is current, and all is paid for 
in kind. How easy is moving about when one can 
carry a whole year’s travelling expenses in the waistcoat 
pocket! But think of people never doing a thing for 
you unless you have counted out, or measured off, the 
requisite number or amount of your stock in trade. 
All being ready and the wind fair, I left Sydney Har- 
bour on Friday, April 20, 1860, on board the ‘John 
Wesley, Captain Birkenshaw. ‘There were, in all, six 
passengers,—Captain Wilson, from Sydney, about to look 
after his cocoa-nut oil establishment at Somosomo; 
Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, a missionary and his wife, for 
Fiji; Mr. Storck and myself, and a Fijian native teacher, 
who had come to Sydney with the view of proceeding 
to England, but who, after reaching New South Wales, 
had become so home-sick, that he was obliged to return 
to his native country. Though having been only a few 
thousand miles, he would be regarded as a mighty tra- 
veller on his return, and doubtless looked upon himself 
as such. For, as the Italian would wish “to see Naples, 
and die,” or the Spaniard declares that— 
“ El que no ha vista Sevilla 
No ha vista maravilla ’— 
