One of his young men left him, who had been accustomed to read prayers to the rest of the servants. Bushby and his family, and the missionaries, each separately in his respective district. Following one of the arms of the bay, we enjoyed a pleasant row, and passed through pretty scenery, until we came to a village, beyond which the boat could not pass. The chief was at this time rather notorious from having lately hung one of his wives and a slave for adultery. Leaving this village, we crossed over to another, seated on a hillside at a little distance. The daughter of a chief, who was still a heathen, had died there five days before. Her gown was fastened to the coffin, and her hair being cut off was cast at its foot. On the following day some of the officers visited this place, and found the women still howling and cutting themselves. Here there are some singular masses of limestone, resembling ruined castles. These rocks have long served for burial places, and in consequence are held too sacred to be approached. With perfect indifference, however, they allowed us to examine the whole place. Bushby, concerning the right of sale of certain lands. One old man, who appeared a perfect genealogist, illustrated the successive possessors by bits of stick driven into the ground. We afterwards enjoyed a pleasant walk back to the boat, but did not reach the ship till late in the evening. It is not a pleasant place. Neither is the country itself attractive. A solitary lighthouse, built of white stone, alone told us that we were near a great and populous city. Having entered the harbour, it appears fine and spacious, with cliffformed shores of horizontally stratified sandstone. The nearly level country is covered with thin scrubby trees, bespeaking the curse of sterility.