DEATH OF AN ABLE SEAMAN . 
3G7 
in the north of Scotland ; the summer months are 
not so genial, and usually very boisterous. We 
experienced a little of its inclemency ; having to visit 
Port Louis, some fifty miles distant, to make magnetic 
and tidal observations, we found the weather exceed- 
ingly stormy, and even while at anchor in Berkley 
Sound it w r as most unpleasant. While here, we buried 
one of our shipmates, Thomas Bush, A.B., who fell 
overboard from the steam-pinnace, before leaving 
Stanley, one dark, rough night ; his remains are 
buried in a little inclosure, on an exposed swampy 
moorland — not alone, for two or three head-boards 
indicate that other wanderers have found rest here. 
On the completion of our scientific observations, we 
returned to Stanley, which, in the dismal weather, 
we all concurred in regarding as one of the most 
wretched settlements we had seen for a long time — 
all the houses, this cold and rainy afternoon, appear- 
ing most dreary. 
The next day it was a little brighter ; but there is 
little of interest here, except, perhaps, to the geologist, 
whose attention is sure to be attracted by the extra- 
ordinary stream of stones, which is so difficult to 
account for. They are formed of great numbers of 
fragments of quartz, which are spread out in rows, 
from half a mile to one mile in width, and two or 
three in length, extending along valleys and to the 
tops of some of the highest hills, from which they 
appear to have descended. 
