I told Mr Henley that I hoped things would improve on board.

He shook his head. "All is not gold that glitters. He was much the

same when he first took command. Wait till we are out of sight of land

before we begin to congratulate ourselves."

Mr Henley had doubted whether, should Mr Grimes return, he would

remain in the ship. The first mate had pretended to be ill as soon as

we arrived, and had gone into hospital. However, directly after Captain

Gunnell appeared so did he. He too seemed changed, and was very polite

to all the officers, and quite mild in his manner. Though the second

mate had little confidence in him, he still made up his mind, greatly to

my satisfaction, to remain in the ship. His prognostications proved too

true. By the time we had been three days at sea, the captain began to

resume his bad habits, and of course the mate followed his example. The

voyage was comparatively short, so they took care not to lose their

senses altogether, and were tolerably sober when we came in sight of the

Mauritius.

I had never seen anything more beautiful than the scenery of Port Louis

harbour. High above the town rises La Pouce, or the thumb mountain,

clothed with trees to its very top. It forms one of an amphitheatre of

queer-shaped mountains, at the foot of which nestles comfortably the

capital of the island. To the left, seen over a range of hills, rises

"Pieter Bot," a mountain so called from a Dutchman who, in a spirit of

adventure or pot valour, attempted to ascend its summit, and was dashed

to pieces. The compliment paid him was of a doubtful character, as

"Bot" means silly, a _sobriquet_ he obtained probably in consequence of

his failure. Some English officers, cleverer than silly Pieter, by

means of a line thrown over the summit, by which a ladder was drawn up,

managed to reach it, and moreover, to the great disgust of the French

inhabitants, to place the Union Jack there. The difficulty of the feat

exists in consequence of the upper portion overhanging that immediately

below it, as a man's head does his neck. I had been reading the account

of the ascent in a book I had with me, and therefore looked at silly

Pieter with considerable interest, and thought how much I should like

also to get to the top of his pate. The harbour is small, and the

entrance is defended by heavy batteries. As we sailed in, with the

pretty little town before us, and the finger-like mountains rising in a

semicircle behind it, we had on our right the mountain of Morne

Fortunee, where is the signal station at which the famous ship-seer, who

could see ships nearly a hundred miles off, was stationed. He saw them,

it was supposed, reflected in the clouds. When the island belonged to

the French, he used to give notice in the war time of the whereabouts of

the English cruisers.

As I stood on the deck watching the shore, my heart beat with anxiety to

get there, that I might visit my grandfather, and commence my inquiries

for Alfred. I had little expectation of being able to accomplish my

wish. I went, however, to the captain, expecting to be told that the

duties of the ship required my attendance on board. What was my

surprise, therefore, to find him bland and courteous in the extreme.

"You wish to pay a visit to your grandfather, Mr Coventry, you say?"

answered the captain; "certainly, Mr Marsden--certainly. Give my

compliments to him. I have the pleasure of his acquaintance, and I

conclude that he has not forgotten me. And hark you, Mr Marsden, you

will not allow anything which has occurred on board here to transpire:

we shall be very good friends if we keep council, but if not, the

consequences will be disagreeable."

I scarcely knew what answer to make to this observation. I felt how low

a man must have fallen to find it necessary to speak thus. I considered

a moment, and then answered boldly--

"Unless I am specially questioned, I will say nothing about the matter.

If, however, I am asked the particulars of what has occurred, I will not

refuse to reply; for, should I do so, I should probably myself be looked

on as having taken part in the mutiny."

"No fear of that. I must trust to you," he answered. "But mark me, Mr

Marsden; you will find that I am a firm friend, but I can be a bitter

enemy."

"I hope I shall not lose your friendship, sir," I answered, hurrying

away, and shocked that a man who professed to be a Christian could give

expression to so dreadful a sentiment.

I was glad to find that Dr Cuff was going on shore; so he and I and

Solon set off together. We landed on the beach in front of the town,

amid swarms of black men entirely naked, with the exception of a blue

cotton handkerchief tightly fastened round their thighs. However, their

colour in a degree answers the purpose of dress. As we walked through

the town we thought it a very pretty place. None of the houses are

crowded together, while most of them stand in a small garden, amid a

profusion of trees and flowers; and even in the streets we observed

growing luxuriantly the banana, the bread fruit, the palm, and other

tropical trees and shrubs. The most conspicuous building is Government

House, with a broad verandah running round it; but it has no pretensions

to architectural beauty. Behind the city is the Champ de Mars, a small

level space, above which, on three sides, rise the rugged, curious

shaped hills we had seen from the harbour. The Champ de Mars is the

race-course and the general resort of the inhabitants, and was, we were

told, in days of yore the usual duelling place. From all I saw and

heard of the Mauritius, I believe it is one of the richest and most

fertile of the British insular possessions. Yet, to garrison it and

defend it from our enemies, not an entire regiment is to be found in the

whole island, while the French have in the island of Reunion, formerly

called Bourbon, a force of not less than six thousand men, ready to take

advantage of any dispute which may occur between the two countries, and

to pounce down upon the Mauritius once more, to make it what the French

still call it--an isle of France. The blacks from Mozambique, we were

told, do all the rough and dirty work in the city, such as dragging the

sugar casks down to the quays, and loading the vessels. They seemed a

merry set; and Dr Cuff and I could not help stopping to watch some of

them, as they met each other, indulging in their hearty laughs, one with

a cocked hat and feather on his head, and another with a round hat which

even an Irish carman might decline to wear. What their jokes were about

it was impossible to tell. One would say something, and then the other

would answer him, and both would burst into the most absurdly noisy

roar, turning back to back to support each other, then clinging

together, rising, and falling, and twisting, and turning, and finally

rolling over on the ground, as if completely overcome. It seemed a

matter of constant occurrence, for no one stopped even to take notice of

these strange performances. I know that I felt inclined to burst into

laughter too, either for very sympathy, or on account of the

ridiculousness of the scene.

My grandfather's estate was, I found, about fifteen miles from Port

Louis. The people at the hotel said they knew him, but that they had

not seen him for months. However, that was not extraordinary, as he

often went a whole year without coming into the city. I asked the

doctor to accompany me, which, as he was anxious to see the island, he

consented to do. We hired two horses, and a black man who was to act as

our guide, take care of our steeds, and carry our luggage. This

consisted chiefly of a change of linen and trousers, which the doctor

put into a tin case, to preserve the things from the attacks of the

numerous insects in the island, who would quickly eat them up. Solon

followed us on foot. Our guide carried in his hand a piece of

sugar-cane about six feet long, which served him as a walking-stick,

while at the same time he amused himself and kept away hunger by chewing

the upper end. Shorter and shorter grew the stick, until he had eaten

it down till it was scarcely three feet in length.

"I suppose we have got through more than half our journey, for see,

blackie has eaten up the best part of his cane," said the doctor; but he

was mistaken, for our sable guide knew that he could get another at any

estate we passed, and soon sucked up his first walking-stick.

We found that we were passing the village of Pamplemousses, close to

which is an estate where, we heard, are to be seen the tombs of Paul and

Virginia, whose history, written by Saint Pierre, I had read. Not a

moment had I ever doubted the truth of their history; still, not being

sentimentally disposed, I had no great wish to visit their graves,

especially as I was in a hurry to hear of Alfred. Our guide, however,

had no notion of our passing a spot which everybody visited, without

paying it our respects; so, before we were aware of it, we found

ourselves standing before two pretty urns in a garden of roses.

"And so here sleep at rest poor Paul and his devoted Virginia," said I,

with a sigh; for I was beginning to feel sentimental.

"Fiddlestick!" answered the doctor, laughing. "The _Saint Geran_ was, I

believe, wrecked hereabouts, and some of her passengers were drowned;

but whether there was a Paul or a Virginia on board, I cannot say.

Certainly the French author had no other foundation for his tale than

the mere wreck of a ship of that name; and as the language is good, and

the moral is less exceptionable than that of most French tales, it is

put into the hands of most young people beginning to learn French, and

has thus become universally known."

I felt almost vexed to find that two such people as Paul and Virginia

never really did exist, till the doctor laughed me back into my usual

state of mind.

"Fictitious sentiment I cannot abide," he observed. "There is quite

enough of real sorrow and suffering in the world to excite our

sympathies; and if we employ them on fiction, we are very apt to exhaust

them before they can be employed to some useful end."

The scenery at the foot of Pieter Bot is very fine, as, indeed, was all

we passed through. It was only towards the evening that we reached my

grandfather's estate of Eau Douce, or Sweet Water, as he called it. How

my heart beat as our guide pointed out the house, a single-storied

building with a wide verandah round it, standing in a garden filled with

trees and shrubs of the most luxuriant growth, and of every variety of

shape and colour.

"Can Alfred himself be here?" I thought, as I eagerly jumped off my

horse, and letting our negro guide take the reins, ran up the steps to

the front door. The doctor followed slowly. Though the door was open,

I did not like to go in. I waited and waited, and rang two or three

times, and no one came. At last I heard a shuffling in the passage, and

an old black man, dressed in a white shirt and trousers and yellow

slippers, made his appearance. In broken English, with a French accent,

he asked me what I wanted. I told him.

"Oh, Master Coventry! He gone away--no come back for one year, two

years, or more," he replied, with a grin.

I asked him if he knew where Mr Coventry was gone. His notions of

geography were limited; he could not tell. I felt very dispirited.

"But I am his grandson. Is there no one here who can tell me about

him?" I exclaimed.

The negro looked at me hard. "Oh yes, there is Mr Ricama, the steward;

he will tell you all about the master," he answered. "Come in,

gentlemen, come in."

The doctor said, however, that he would prefer waiting under the shade

of the balcony till invited to enter by the officer in command. I

accordingly followed the old black, who showed me into a cool

sitting-room, the floors covered with matting, and furnished with

cane-bottomed sofas and marble tables, the windows opening to the ground

looking out on the sea, whence a delicious breeze came blowing freshly

in. In a short time a tall, dark-skinned man, in a light calico dress,

and with straw hat in hand, came into the room. He bowed as he entered,

and advanced towards me.

"I am the overseer here left in charge by Mr Coventry, whose grandson I

understand you are," he said in very good English. "I shall be glad to

do everything you may wish which is in my power."

"Thank you," I answered. "First, then, tell me where Mr Coventry is; I

am most anxious to see him."

"That is a very difficult question to answer," he replied. "I can tell

you where he was when I last heard from him; but where he now is I

cannot say, and where he may be in another month no man can tell."

"Where was he then?" I asked eagerly.

"In Ceylon. He purposed remaining some time there, but many months have

passed since I last heard of him," was the answer I received.

Here again was a bitter disappointment. If my grandfather was away,

still less likely was I to hear of Alfred. The next question I put to

the overseer was about him.

"Yes, a young midshipman had been to visit Mr Coventry, belonging to a

ship in Port Louis harbour. He had come once again without his uniform,

when he seemed very sad and unhappy. Mr Coventry had spoken kindly to

him, and had given him assistance." What had become of him afterwards,

the overseer could not say positively. He had an idea, however, that he

had been sent to Ceylon, where Mr Coventry had an estate. That he was

not aware if Mr Coventry had again heard of him; but he seemed little

troubled by this, as he, Mr Coventry, was himself so eccentric in his

movements, and so seldom wrote letters, that he could not be surprised

at others altering their plans, or at not writing to him.

This was the sum total of the information I obtained from the overseer.

It was altogether far from satisfactory. I felt sure that Alfred, after

having been kindly treated by our grandfather, would not have failed,

had he possessed the power, to communicate with him. Still it was

possible, as Dr Cuff reminded us, that he might have done so without

the overseer knowing anything about the matter. The moment the overseer

heard that Dr Cuff was with me, he went out and brought him in,

insisting on our making ourselves perfectly at home.

"Pray, do not thank me," he observed; "I feel that I am but doing my

simple duty in treating you with all the attention in my power."

There was something particularly pleasing and attractive about the

overseer. From his colour, he was evidently a native of the East, but

he spoke English well, though with a foreign accent. He was, as the

doctor called him, one of nature's gentlemen. In the course of

conversation we learned that his name was Ricama--that he was a native

of Madagascar, and had at an early age been converted, as were many of

his countrymen, to Christianity. He had come over with his father to

the Mauritius in charge of cattle, dressed, as he said, in a long piece

of yellow grass matting with green stripes wound round his body, with

the end thrown over his left shoulder and hanging down at his back. His

hair was long, and fastened up in large bunches about his head.

Persecution against the Christians in Madagascar having arisen, he had

remained in the island, but his father had returned, and with many other

Christians had been put to death. Ricama had before that time entered

the service of Mr Coventry, who, appreciating his high principles and

honesty, raised him to the highest office of trust he had to bestow.

From all I saw and heard, the overseer was well worthy of the confidence

placed in him. A very tempting repast was soon prepared for us, to

which we were well inclined to do ample justice. At first Ricama would

not sit at table with us, but we entreated him to do so, nor could the

most polished Englishman have behaved in a more appropriate manner. He

was perfectly free and unembarrassed in his conversation, and gave us a

great deal of information about the island.

Before it grew dark we took a turn in the garden, where he showed us the

Indian rubber tree, the tea plant, and many other trees and plants which

Mr Coventry had wished to cultivate. With regard to the Indian rubber

tree, the doctor said that it was only one of many trees producing

caoutchouc--the _Ficus elastica_, I believe. To produce it the tree is,

during the rainy season, pierced, when a yellowish-white coloured and

thickish juice runs out into the vessels prepared to receive it. If

kept in a corked air-tight bottle, it will remain liquid and retain its

light colour for some time. Heat coagulates it, and separates the juice

from the Indian rubber. If exposed to the air in thin films, it soon

dries. In this way it is prepared for exportation:--lumps of clay,

generally in the shape of bottles, are spread over with successive

coats, and to hasten the process dried over fires, the smoke from which

gives the black colour which it generally possesses at home. The marks

we see on the Indian rubber bottles we buy are produced by the end of a

stick before they are quite dry.

"How wonderful are the ways with which Nature supplies our wants!"

observed the doctor. "Not only do trees give us fruit in every variety

of shape, consistency, and flavour, but even their juices minister to

our gratification. How many valuable gums do they exude! The

maple-tree of North America gives excellent sugar, and certainly the

discovery of caoutchouc has added very much to our comfort and

convenience. Just think of the number of elastic articles, the

waterproof dresses, the piping, and even the boats which are made with

it."

Ricama assisted us to pick some leaves from the tea plants, with which,

in their raw state, we afterwards made an infusion, and we found it

differ little from ordinary tea, except that it possessed a richer

aromatic flavour and scent.

Ricama told us that great numbers of his countrymen came over to the

Mauritius, and among others the son of the famous King Radama had been

sent to learn various useful trades. As his majesty had considered that

the first step towards civilising his subjects was to have them dressed,

he had requested that his son might learn the trade of a tailor. The

young prince, however, was said not to have taken very kindly to the

goose, and had soon returned.

Among other trees were guavas, bananas, mangoes, breadfruit palms, and

two or three fern-trees. The leaves of the latter are in shape like

those of the English fern, but of gigantic proportions, and grow on the

top of a stem thirty feet in height. The sugar-cane is the chief

cultivated production of the island on all the more level parts. The

fields are surrounded with pine-apple plants; the fruit is, therefore,

so abundant that the pines are sold for a penny a-piece. A small insect

had, however, lately attacked the sugar-canes, eating their way into

them and destroying them utterly. Though fresh canes had been

introduced, they had suffered in the same way. The proprietors, like

those of Madeira, had therefore lately taken to cultivating the mulberry

tree to feed silk-worms. The overseer entreated that we would remain at

the estate as long as we could. I had got leave to be away from the

ship for a week, and the doctor said that he need not return for some

days. Could I have forgotten my disappointment in not meeting with

Alfred and our grandfather, I should have considered those some of the

most delightful days in my existence. Yet we did little but converse

with Ricama and go about the estate, with short trips into some of the

wilder regions of the island, and examine and hear about the trees, and

shrubs, and fruits, and flowers, and animals, and insects, and reptiles

of the country.

On desiring to be shown our bed-rooms, on the first night of our

arrival, the overseer, to our surprise, conducted us out into the

garden. Here we had observed a dozen or more little pavilions, with

windows opening nearly all the way round, so that from whatever

direction the wind came, it could find a passage through them. Some

light gauze curtains, an iron bed-stead, a table and chair, with a tin

box, constituted the furniture of these temples dedicated to Morpheus.

The tin box was, I found, to hold my clothes; for though the ants and

other insects might not carry them off bodily during the night, they

were likely to inflict much mischief on them in a short space of time.

The white ants of the Mauritius generally build their nests in trees,

where one of them looks like a huge excrescence of the stem. Numerous

covered ways approach it along the branches and up the trunk. Not a

single insect is seen, though thousands may be employed in bringing to

this castle the produce of the tree or the booty they have collected

from the neighbouring country. They have a pale, long-buried look,

caused probably from living so entirely in the dark. When attacking a

house, they run a tunnel with wonderful expedition through the floor and

up a wall, always taking care to have a case of some sort to work in.

If anything particularly tempting to their appetites is discovered, they

immediately branch off to it, and if it is inside a wooden box, or chest

of drawers, or bureau, they take up their abode in the interior till

they have completely gutted it. They think nothing of eating up a

library of books, or cutting out the whole interior of the legs of

tables and chairs, so that, should a stout gentleman sit down on one of

them, he would be instantly floored.

I saw the negro servant who attended me to my bower hunting about in

every direction. I asked him what he was looking for.

"Scorpions, master," was his answer.

Presently he produced from a corner, holding it by the head, what looked

like a spider with a very long tail, which latter adornment was curled

up over his back like that of a squirrel. He put it down close to the

table, when down came its tail with considerable force. He showed me a

sort of claw in the tail, through which the poison, which lies in a bag

at the bottom of it, is projected. I called to the doctor, whose house

was within hail of mine, to come and look at it. He told me that it

belonged to the class _Arachnida_, It had two claws and eight legs, or

stigmata, with a very long tail. He laughed at the common notion that

the scorpion will sting itself to death when surrounded by fire, and

showed how that would be impossible, as he has no muscular power to

drive his sting through his breast-plate, nor could he do much more,

when curling it up, than tickle his back with it. He cannot even twist

his tail to strike, so that the only dangerous point on which to assail

him in his rear.

Cockroaches, of course, abound. They are frequently destroyed by a

peculiar sort of large fly, the female of which lays her eggs in them

while they are alive, the larvae afterwards eating them up.

The prettiest little creatures I saw were lizards, which ran quite tame

about the house in search of flies, their usual food. Their feet are

furnished with a pneumatic apparatus like those of the house fly, by

which means they are able to run along the ceiling, or even any surface

as smooth as a mirror. They are of a whitey-brown colour. I watched

one of them shuffling along with an awkward gait, consequent on the

peculiar formation of his feet. When about two inches from a fly, out

he darted his tongue, and it had disappeared.

The most curious insect I saw was the leaf-fly, the wings of which so

exactly resemble the leaf on which it feeds that it is impossible to

distinguish them from it. It is said that if a number are put into a

box without food, they will eat up each other's wings.

I heard of deer and wild boars, and saw plenty of monkeys. They are of

a small size. They are here rapacious and cunning as usual. It is said

that a large number will concert to rob a plantation, and forming a

line, will pass the fruit from hand to hand till it is deposited safe in

their mountain fastnesses. I doubt, however, whether there is honour

among such thieves, and I suspect that those at the home end of the line

would in most instances get the lion's portion.

I did not see many birds; indeed the island does not boast of any large

number, though the dodo once inhabited it, and perhaps still exists

among some of the thick jungles in the interior, into which no human

being has as yet penetrated. The only songster is called a martin. He

is somewhat larger than a blackbird, and pied like a magpie. He is a

lively, chattering fellow, very good-looking into the bargain, and, from

his sociable qualities, a great favourite with everybody. There are

several species of amadavides, or love birds, of the finch tribe, with

red beaks, which, as they live on seeds, are easily kept. Had I been

going home, I should have liked to have taken some with me. The most

conspicuous bird is the cardinal, though scarcely larger than a

bullfinch, as his bright scarlet plumage is seen flitting about amid the

dark green jungle. But I might fill my pages with descriptions of the

various wonderful things I saw and heard about, and have no space left

to give an account of my own adventures.

I awoke cool and refreshed the morning after our hot ride; and had a

delicious bath in a stream which ran close to the garden. Solon sat by

the pool watching my proceedings, and evidently ready to lay hold of any

noxious creature which might come to interfere with me. He seemed very

glad when I was out again, and bounded back with me to my bower, where I

went to finish my toilet. The overseer was ready to receive us at

breakfast. It consisted of bread in various forms, rice, and every

variety of fruit, with tea, and coffee, and cocoa.

"Some English gentlemen take all sorts of hot and exciting dishes, as

well as strong beverages," observed Ricama, "but Mr Coventry never

takes them himself, and never gives them to his guests. I have followed

his custom, and let me assure you that, especially in a hot climate, it

is a very wise one. Depend upon it, Europeans would not suffer nearly

so much from hot climates if they would but alter their mode of living

to suit them. Adhere to this plan while you are here, and you will at

once perceive its advantage by the sound and refreshing sleep you will

enjoy."

The doctor agreed with Ricama, and I ever afterwards, notwithstanding

many temptations to act in a contrary way, strictly followed his advice,

and most certainly benefited greatly by it. One day was spent very much

like another, in going about the estate, seeing the labourers at work,

and taking rides about the neighbourhood. We were obliged to keep on

the beaten paths, for so dense a barrier did the masses of creepers form

amid the boughs of all the trees, that a company of pioneers could alone

have penetrated into the woods.

At the end of a week we took our departure to return to Port Louis. We

were both much pleased with Ricama, and I felt a sincere friendship for

him. He furnished me with letters to two friends of my grandfather's at

the capital, as he thought they would be glad to be of assistance to me.

They could tell me nothing about my brother, but they both thought it

most probable that he had been sent to Ceylon. I was now only anxious

once more to continue my voyage. I forgot the misconduct of the captain

and first mate, and all the dangers to which, in consequence, all on

board had been exposed, and was quite ready once more to trust myself at

sea with them.

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