Anjengo daily repair for water, from a very fine spring; which thev 
sell at Anjengo , the water there being generally brackish and un- 
wholesome. 
Although the weather was moderate, we found a violent surf 
rolling on the shore at Anjengo; no English boat ever attempts 
to pass through it: on approaching these rolling surges, we quitted 
the pinnace, and got into a canoe, in which we were thrown on 
shore by their fury. 
Tims terminated our voyage down the Malabar coast; which 
during the fair season is delightful: its shelving shores afford a safe 
navigation, present many beautiful scenes, and a number of opu- 
lent towns: the alternate land and sea breezes are equally favourable 
for vessels bound either north or southward. While the captains 
are engaged in commercial concerns, the passengers have the ad- 
vantage of stopping daily at some new settlement, where they meet 
with hospitality and variety. Paolino has beautifully described it, 
in few words. “At three or four leagues from the southern coast 
of Malabar, the country appears like a theatre of verdure: here a 
grove of cocoa-trees, and there a beautiful river pouring its tribute 
into the ocean, through a valley irrigated and fertilized by its 
waters. In one place a group of fishing vessels, in another a white 
church peering through the verdure of the groves: while the gentle 
land-breeze of the morning wafts the fragrance extracted from the 
pepper, cardamoms, betel, and other aromatics, to a great distance 
from the shore, and perfumes the vessel on her voyage with their 
odours; towards noon succeeds the sea-breeze, which speeds them 
to their desired haven.” 
Anjengo, the place of my destination, was at that time the last 
