We entered a beautiful harbor, very narrow, with bills running down to the water’s edge. We probably traveled for about twelve miles through this narrow passageway, part of it in daylight. These hills were covered with trees and small brush, and here and there small farms dotting the landscape. We dropped anchor at 10 a. m. and stayed there until morning. The sun came up at 4:30 a. in., giving us the finest view I’ve ever seen. The immediate water front is just like any other seaport—run down, dirty, but busy looking place. Back of this the hills run up probably to three hundred feet, all clothed with a low brush, something like mountain mahogany, but even a darker green, and here and there the yellow wheat fields .surrounded by wide fences looking like a large checker board. The bushes cast a deep purple shadow' and with a hazy