Begin 10 June, 1891. Closer the beach were the white buildings of the shaling station, and away as seen the small islands of Balliceause and Baltivia with Mustique further away. The setting sun lit up the cliffs of Baltivia with brilliant shades of green and brown, which looked lovely against the clear blue sky. The road down the valley was very bad but as lost re traced our way over the rough stones, and through the bushes growing in wild profusion and reached the cast at a place called Friendship. Here by the side of the road I saw a hideous looking leper talking to a pretty young coloured girl who came from a home nearby. This leper a young negro had all his fingers and toe gone, and he lived like a rat in a hole. Against a large ficus tree, with small oval leaves and many aerial roots, he had erected in a sloping direction a few old boards, a piece of galvanised iron, and some long flat whale bones, and under this primitive hana- t to shed the leper had lived for years, taking as the munificent allowance of a shilling a month allowed him by the government of St Vincent by begging of his poor neighbours! The leprosy was of the anasthetetic kind. Riding along the coast road we turned by a headland