Six months in the West-Indies, in 1825

94 GRENADA. hung motionless, every boat was lowered, and the men pulled for their lives against the backward impulse of the mighty vessel. We then cast anchor in fifty fathoms. After ten minutes' pause a propitious flaw from the clefts of the precipice filled the top-gallants and royals, the cable was slipped, the ship made a little head way, the boats aided and then cast off, and at length we got again into the middle of the stream. We left the best bower behind us at the bottom, and were not sorry to take our position once more within the Gulf. The rocks are steep as a wall, and entirely bare of vegetation for twenty yards above the level of the water, and if the wind had been with the current, we must have been infallibly wrecked.

The next day we tried our luck through the Boca de Navios or Ship Passage, and got out into the sea, but before we were a quarter of a mile from the outlet, the wind fell again and the current began to drive us backwards as before. We therefore anchored once more in very deep water and did not sail till the evening, when a light breeze off shore carried the ship fairly away.

Early the next day we made Grenada, and came into the bay by twelve o'clock.

If Trinidad is sublime, Grenada is lovely.

I do not know why it should have put me in mind of Madeira, but it did so continually.

The harbour is one of the finest in the West Indies, and the hurricanes have not ranged so