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had also the consolation of knowing that if the vessel did 
begin to drag her anchors, she would be almost certain to go 
ashore, as there was no room to get under weigh. 
Smith, the whaler, came into the bay while we were there, in 
a small steamer which he had built on Eramanga. He was 
well satisfied with her performance, asserting that she could 
steam eight knots per hour, and he expected to make her useful 
in the next whaling season for towing out the boats and towing 
in the whales. 
A ketch appeared also, and a boat from her went ashore, in 
which was a titled gentleman, well known in these seas,—Ross 
Lewin. He has a cotton plantation on Tana of a considerable 
extent, and has been down amongst these islands for a very 
long time now. He does not bear a particularly good character, 
his title consisting of the word “ notorious” prefixed to his 
natine. To appearance he is a short, elderly, strongly- built, 
quiet-looking man, who has plenty to say and is not at all 
troubled with bashfulness. 
After getting the Robertsons installed, the vessel made sail 
for Efaté, called at Pango Bay, and then went ashore at 
Havannah Harbour—literally went ashore, for she lay all night 
with her bow on the beach half way up the harbour. It happened 
thus. While going up the harbour, the captain tried to get an 
anchorage near the spot destined for the mission station, which 
is about half way up from the entrance, and tacking in, the 
vessel ran so close that there was not time to go about or 
wear, so she consequently ran aground. Early next morning, 
with the high tide, she was got off and went up to her usual 
anchorage, none the worse for her mishap. 
We stayed in the harbour a fortnight, while Mr. McDonald’s 
house was being erected and his goods landed. First the land 
was bought from the chief; then a party went from the vessel, 
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