A VISIT TO MADEIRA AND THE CANARY ISLANDS. 119 
In some places the high-water line was strewn with 
multitudes of them. 
Funchal has no proper landing place, and as there is 
often a heavy surf beating over the precipitous beach, it is 
somewhat of a feat to reach terra firma. As the boat 
nears the shore the rowers wait for a good wave, which, 
with a spurt on their part, lands the boat high and dry 
on the beach. It was near the middle of April, and the 
heat was very intense. Vegetation was everywhere most 
luxurious, the gardens being masses of exquisite flowers 
and shrubs. Amaryllis, Banana, Bougainvillea, Cactus, 
Camelia, Clematis, Hucalyptus, Fig, Geranium, Heliotrope, 
Hibiscus, Lupin, Magnolia, Maple, Orange, Palm, Petunia, 
Tree-fern, Wisteria, and many others, we noticed very 
abundant. 
Returning to the ‘Senegal,’ after a too hasty walk of 
a few hours about the environs of Funchal, haunted by 
a troupe of beggars and importunate guides, we again 
brought the tow-net into requisition with good results in 
the Bay, and soon after sundown left Madeira for Teneriffe. 
At ordinary speed it is about a twenty-four hours’ 
voyage, but as it would be useless to arrive before day- 
break, we ‘‘slowed”’ all the way, and were able to admire 
the beauty of the “life on the ocean wave,’ both in the 
colours of the innumerable Physalia, here seen in thou- 
sands, and the elegance of the flying-fish skimming near 
the surface, of which we observed a considerable number. 
About noon we passed at a distance the bleak, rugged 
Salvages Islands, uninhabited by man, there being no 
fresh water anywhere about them; and rabbits and wild 
fowl are said to hold undisputed sway. Going up on deck 
in the early morning, we were greeted with one of those 
sights which for ever leave their impress on the memory. 
A summer haze covered the dark volcanic buttresses of 
