THE ‘PEGASUS’ AND ‘PAUL JONES.’ 121 
than Colonel and Mrs. Smythe, Mr. Pritchard and my- 
self chartered the ‘ Paul Jones,’ the same little schooner 
which fetched me from Somosomo. She was scarcely 
better than an open boat, and we had to wash, dress, 
and take our meals on deck, the cabin being too small 
to hold more than two bunks, an apology for a table, 
and two lockers serving also as substitutes for benches. 
But we managed very well, and as she beat the ‘ Pega- 
sus’ even in short distances by whole days, we generally 
reached our destination long before Colonel Smythe’s 
party did, and soon transferred our abode on shore. 
When I came from Somosomo she was swarming with 
cockroaches, to such an alarming extent that there was 
no staying in her; and when going to sleep we had to 
cover our faces, to screen at least that part of our bodies 
against attack. But she had since been sunk under 
water,—the only method here practised to free vessels 
from that pest,—newly painted, and done up, so that as 
far as her size would allow she was tolerably comfort- 
able. Besides Mr. Storck, we had Mr. Charles Wise, the 
consular interpreter, on board, a half-caste who had been 
brought up by the late Rev. John Hunt, for whose me- 
mory he entertained a warm admiration, justly shared by 
all who knew that excellent man. 
It was arranged with Colonel Smythe, that we should 
visit the principal chiefs, commencing at Bau, the capi- 
tal of the group. The two vessels met at Port Kin- 
naird; and we finally left Lado, at that time the Con- 
sul’s residence, on the 24th of July, at noon. The ‘Paul 
Jones’ anchored off Bau on the same day, but the ‘ Pe- 
gasus,’ to give an instance of her bad sailing qualities, 
only arrived on the following day late at night. 
