136 Urumi. 12 June, 1891. The shark was far, and sharks and barracutae were another not for distant. It rained then warm, but he did not stop long, perhaps too terrified at the new idea of a shark. Not long afterwards by the way a shark did cruise around between us and the shore, and the Captain of the vessel said we were always foolish to fear or sharks were about for whales are sometimes caught in the bay. After the bath went ashore as I've run to hold his court. I had into the old battery to have smoked to enjoy the view which was a magnificent air. Fine, indeed, than any view I had ever seen. The air was clear, and the blue sky cloudless objects stood out in clearly cut relief, for the heavy rain overnight had washed out all the impurities of the air and carried them down to molten earth to fertilize the soil. Below and to the south lay the schooner 'Trop' motionless on the clear emerald sea, beyond her the coral reefs stood up high in the water, the lightest darker little tints of green delineating the heights to which the coral animals had built up their mighty barrier against the stupendous Atlantic waves. But now the ocean was in a placid mood and nowhere was there at some headland a piling rock did a little crest of foam picturesque give