Chap. XVI. —B.P.] BLEWFIELDS BLUFF. 2G3 
unpleasantly subjected to at Grey town, for the course 
of the current here is with the wind, not against it, as 
at that anchorage; consequently we rode head to sea, 
without the aid of the boom-mainsail, and could there¬ 
fore eat our meals in peace. 
Long before reaching the anchorage, preparations 
were made for a run on shore, and, very soon after 
the anchor was down, those who could be spared from 
duty on board took their places in the cutter and 
started for terra firma. The breeze was fresh, and 
there was rather an animated sailing match between 
my boat and that containing the excursionists for the 
three miles intervening between the ship and the 
shelter of the bluff; once under its lee, we were in 
perfectly smooth water, but we had a sharp pull 
against the stream, which was setting out strongly 
from the Lagoon. 
Dividing the entrance, there is a very pretty little 
cay, called Cassava, where Mr. Eahn, the agent of the 
Koyal Mail Steam Packet Company, had taken up his 
abode in a nice little New England cottage, perched 
on its summit. The island is named after the exten¬ 
sive cassava grounds which cover its sui'face,—Mr. 
Eahn devoting much attention to the growth of this 
useful vegetable. It was once the great food staple 
for the negroes on the plantations, and most delicious 
cakes are made from its flour; indeed, cassava-dour 
might become an important article of export, were 
good grinding-mills introduced. At present there is 
but little demand for it, owing to the very limited trade 
on the coast. We stopped at the cay to make Mr. 
