88 St Vincent. 3 June, 1891. The men in the jetty moved briskly forward, but a strain on the rope and then hauled away as though for their very lives. The boat had scarcely got along with the undertow of the last wave when another big one was seen advancing into a white crest. The tension exciting, and we spectators felt excited. Surely, surely, I thought, the wave must break and dash the boat to splinters and pulping, down or shatter the crew to death; and indeed such danger was imminent when the boat seemed for a moment to overside, but men at the stern in the nets that passed for the stern, with a long oar on a sudden got the boat back on, and by the strenuous exertions of those towing in the jetty, and them pulling in the boat, its bows jerked the advancing wave and rode over it just a few pieces only before it broke. The boat then bobbed up and down and was gradually hauled and pulled to the head of the jetty. The whole thing in, skilfully and skillfully done, and I would not have missed the sight for a lot. Better roke on through the Mount Pentrick Estate and came to the dry river. Prior to the volcanic eruption of 1812 a small river ran here to the sea, but during the 89 St Vincent. 3 June, 1891. The bed was filled up with ash, pumice and other ejecta from the volcano, some of which in washed down to the towards the low park. The stream now runs at the upper reaches, but about a mile from the road it disappears and runs admirably under the volcanic debris. But in times of heavy rain when the river is in flood it comes down on the bed of volcanic ejecta in a huge advancing roar which carries everything before it, and at times causes destruction of life to unlucky travellers. This "dry river" is about 200 yards across, and the whole of this wide bed is at times a rushing torrent. The scene is very curious and dreary. On all sides is volcanic debris. Ash, pumice, pumice and small pebbles are scattered around on, and in places the river at various ferrets - horse-scarred lines and channels in pumice direction. One can perceive still here the way in which during ages in the past much of the present configuration of the land in the west Indies has been formed by erosion and other agencies. This is scarcely a bit of any part of these volcanic islands that may yet be seen represented in miniature in the soft stuff of the Vincent Dry River. Deep ravines and deep valleys,