Chapter II—From Teneriffe to Bermudas. 
SANTA CRUZ. 
E found all Santa Cruz en fite to celebrate the birth of a Spanish Prince, 
a grandson of Victor Emmanuel, and at noon a royal salute was fired from 
the forts in honour of the event. The contrast between the barren, 
precipitous crags which front the sea from Santa Cruz to Anaga Rock, the 
eastern extremity of Teneriffe, and the wooded slopes of Madeira, was so 
great as to take us quite by surprise. While the latter recall some of the fairest scenes of 
Southern Europe, the former look as if a piece of Africa had by some chance drifted out 
into the Atlantic—an impression quite in harmony with the flat-topped houses of Santa 
Cruz, and the unexpected appearance in its streets of the “ ship of the desert,” with its 
ROADSTEAD OF SANTA CRUZ, TENERIFFE. 
slow stride, drooping eyelids, and cynical physiognomy. A journey of a few miles inland 
beyond the barren coast-range, however, brings the traveller into a well-cultivated district; 
indeed, the island is noted for its fertility, producing both the vine and the sugar-cane— 
the fruit-trees of the temperate as well as those of the torrid zone. The costume of the 
