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Malo, used the name 'Malvina/ that had existed long 
before the Maloese or any one else had ever heard of 
the islands' — a name which is, besides, a Spanish name? 
Malvina was a Spanish princess, so our ancient poems tell 
us. I do not here refer to Ossian's poems. Of course every 
one knows they are unreliable — a fat Cockney said so ! At 
any rate I intend to believe my own derivation of the name 
till some one gives me another that I like better. . . . 
After partaking of the Governor's hospitality we visited 
the Lord Chief-Justice — a genial Scot, who had served his 
time in our Parliament House. With him we enjoyed 
the feast of shells and drank the golden streams of Islay 
and Jura and Skye, and met Government and Company 
employees in the afternoon. Afterwards we met a sociable 
sheep farmer with whom we had forgathered the pre- 
vious night in a bar. He took us to see some nests — they 
were much like the skylark's,- — and he also showed us 
molly mauks' and penguins' eggs ; and in the evening he 
took us to his house and entertained us hospitably. 
The room he showed us into was a large farm kitchen, 
with plenty of firelight and deep shadows, built when 
the Falklands were still a young colony, and British 
manufactures were hard to get. His old mother, a 
dark-haired, black-eyed Celt, was serving a tall, fair- 
haired son with tea when we came in, and we were 
asked to sit down by the lamp-lit table and fall-to. 
It was a typical colonial station meal, splendid mutton, 
home-made bread, milk, and lashins of tea, and we 
enjoyed it thoroughly, although we are aware tea and 
meat is slow poison. Undoubtedly the people in this 
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