— HO — 
Thousands of tons of rooks had been detached. from the peaks 
above, crashing down for over a thousand feet, enough to give 
a shock to the whole Island. Numerous rocks lay loose on 
the top and sides of this mountain, ready with a very slight 
impetus to roll into the valleys below ; and it gave a some- 
what unpleasant feeling to look up at the craggy sides, and 
think that at any moment one of those erratic rocks might 
follow us 
“ When we got well down the scene was very picturesque. To 
the right stretched a grove of Cocoa nut trees as far as we 
could see, with little elevated spot between where stood small 
huts. I suppose for the guardians. Down near the shore 
was a pretty cottage belonging to the proprietor of the place. 
The line of breakers combing and foaming on the rocky shore 
with little islets covered with Cocoa nut trees that appeared to 
stand in the midst of the crested waves made up our pic- 
ture. We rested and had some Cocoa nut water at the house 
occupied by the guardian of Mr. George Sauzier, and we then 
went ahead, for we had many a weary mile to go before we 
reached one resting place for the night. 
“ We got out of our path and it was only on turning back 
to the shore we were all right for South Point. It was noon 
by when we arrived at Mr. Marchand’s house, and with the 
usual hospitality of Frenchmen he invited us to take break- 
fast, an offer most gladly accepted. This gentleman has a fine 
plantation, and he has recently made, great additions to it, bo 
that he anticipated shortly very large oil crops. We were 
shown what appeared to be very fine sugar canes, but Mr. 
Horne thought they w r ere deficient in saccharine matter. Mr. 
Marchand said he intended to cultivate Tobacco on a large 
scale and I do not doubt, he will find it a profitable specula- 
tion, when well managed. 
“ After we left our courteous host, and kept on the shore 
I gathered a good many shells and marine plants. Mr Horne 
was not behind-hand in his botanical researches, I abstain 
from more than just touching on the Botany of the Islands 
as I have done all through these letters, as Mr Horne is mak- 
ing up a Botanical Beport on them, When we were beginning 
to feel fatigued wo met nil old Man of War’s man a Mr Green, 
