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CHAPTER XX. 
THE COEN ISLANDS.-GOOD FEEDING-GROUND.-A RAINY FACT.- 
VALUE OP A SLAVE.-CHEAP PHILANTHROPY.-BUCCANEER 
HAUNTS.-OLD PROVIDENCE.- ST. ANDREW’S.-MOSQUITO 
TREATY.-DOG IN THE MANGER.-STARS AND STRIPES.- 
TRANSIT.-STATESMEN OR POLITICIANS ? 
The change from Greytown to Blewfields was, as 
narrated above, thoroughly appreciated by all of us ; 
but it was as nothing to the treat in store at Com 
Islands, whither I now took his Majesty the King. 
Here we found an earthly Paradise (small, if not 
diminutive, it is true, inasmuch as its resources were 
only sufficient for, say, two men-of-war at a time), 
but where every one could and did enjoy himself to 
the utmost. 
We anchored in South-west Bay, which, as its name 
implies, is at the south-western extremity of the great 
island. I ought to mention that there are two islands, 
the one called Great, the other Little, the latter lying 
about eight miles to the N.H.E. of the former. 
In the bay, the water was so clear that we could see 
perfectly the peregrinations of a small army of sub- 
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