Bequia. 10 June, 1891. out of Kingstown Bay the breeze freshens and we beat along at a good pace. In the channel between Minivet and Bequia we get a good towing, and we all keep very quiet until we are under the lee of Bequia then we brighten up considerably. A little afternoon we turn the headland of Admiralty Bay and stand in for the village called grandiloquently Admiralty Town. The bay is a fine large one with a shelving sandy beach, but we have to tack twice before we can get near enough to the town to anchor - we drop the anchor at one o'clock and fire one gun and run up the bany's. The noise of the gun causes nearly the whole population to turn out, and the people line the beach and pass audible remarks on our appearance as we land in the little row boat. Mr. J. D. Rice, the principal man of the place receives us, and we go to the police court when St Aubyn is to hear his cases and collect taxes. He sends out the two policemen with pummoms, after they and the batle have arranged our luncheon in the upper room of the Court house. After lunch we go to Mr Rice's house, which is a good large one but in rather bad repair. While St Aubyn is settling his magisterial work, Dulyphle and I walk through