the evenings, afternoons and odd moments. All of 127 us at different times had tea ashore with him and once, on Sunday, he dined on board with us. It was amusing to watch him gobble up the old magazines we had on board, turning over each page as though his own picture was inscribed on them. He also was happy to get all the ancient and tattered novels, leaflets, newspapers, and text books that we had no further use for. In return for this he loaded water from his tanks to our own, sent fresh milk out to us every day, and at the end of our stay presented us with a bushel of fresh limes and a basket full of five fingers. Choiseul Bay is a sort of a lagoon lying between Choiseul proper on the east and a string of low lying islands on the west. It is, in general, about two miles wide in the widest portions, and well protected from the sea except at very high tide when the ground swell is setting in from the southward. The plantation of which Mr. Everett is manager (owned by the Choiseul Bay Co.) extends over a wide area, including all the small islands directly across the bay, a region running deep into the bush to the eastward, and one or two spots planted along the main shore extending for a distance of three miles along the shore on both sides of the plantation buildings. It was originally laid out and planted by the famous "Squeaker Hamilton", and has had quite a history.