, 1893-06-17
An Excursion to the Island
of St. John.
"rOaslstsd from he Dagbi0dl
Continued from Avts No. 49,

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to do the same. Then he read a passage from
the Bible and afterwards gave brief state
mont of the rebuilding of tie Church, and
pronounced tbe benediction over it. Then it
was the turn Of the other Ministers TO speak,
the Lutheran one being the last; his surPilcs
looked handsome and solemn, compared to
that of The Molavian Ministers, which is only
a long black coat. 1t had almost grown
dusk people hurried out of the Church to
reach home, b, f. 9 night set IN. We were
rowsd ont TO our schooner to spend the night
there. Early next morning raddled horses
were awaiting us en- the beach they were to
take rs to one Of the highest points OF the
island, he4riug The French name Of
Bordeaux the path leading up there ID
very steep, and loose rocks c~lattered
round our horses feet. We were at first
riding among low shrubs but now we
are III the fm est, " here. the trees CLOSE over
head twining plants climb from limb to
limb, fan palms raise their crowns Gu tall
slender stems, fem and orchids re.han4in9
down from thick accacia trees, ndmalden-
hair &c, cover the ground; The air IL fresh
and cool there, but no sound is heard, not a
bird raises it's voice from among this luXurl-
Gus vegetation. The path continues 10 lead rs
upwards a. last we see a glen at the end OF
II, and We are up III the Highland, where
large grass plains spread cut before US. An
exclamation from oue Of our party makes me
turn round, and see u panorama below me,
the beauty and originality of which makes an
0verpowering impression on me. The sea
spreads its bright blue surface before you, but
up from it peep innumerable islands like la GO
and small dark beads, fringed by the white
foam Of the waves. The sea ssmakes its way
into many bays and fliths Of the island IN
which we are, and from these the rocks pre-
sent their pinnacles beautifully against the
sun lit air. | am quite lost in the admiration
of so much beauty until | am brought back
to reality by a little black "old lady" who
places her hand on my knee, saying: Good
morning ma'am, | am happy to see you !
ana soon we are surrounded by women OF
the same type, who by loud exclamatIons
show their Joy at seeing us IN these lonely
places. We ask our way of them, and one is
Immediately willing to follow MS. Then the
road bears a little down hill again, and we
are soon again in the forest, whore the cool
ali and shaded light have a pleasant effect
after the bright sunlight, we come from. 1t
continues to go ~downwards, and suddenly we
are out Of the forest and quite down on the
bay, where the coral sand shines like snow
and where the sea, transparent and light
green, dashes against the shore. Not many
hundred yards away from us, island lies close
10 island, large and small. We have iong
ago given up asking our gHide for their names;
one of the largest ho knows TO be an English
Island; but perhaps be is wiser than both
the Danish and British Governments, which
many years ago have given up to settle,
which belong to Denmark and which to Eng
land. By rather smooth roads we now ride
back to our.stalting point, ou~ horses At a brisk
galop, which is actually refreshing after all the
pacing up hill and down hill. AS we reach
Coral Bay, the schooner is ready to start and
as soon as we are on board, We stretch our
limbs easily in our comfortable chairs ma
turally feeling p little tired after our 5 hours
ride. We leave the bay with a fresh breeze,
aud after a couple of tack~ we have left the
passage behind. Rain clouds have gathered
over the rocks, coming down over them like
white vapours, and out of these a magnificent
rainbow presents itself. At the opposite side
the rocks stand out like dark silhouettes
against the purple sky. The schooner n'es
like a bird, driven by the fresh breeze across
the sea. Suddenly the whole sky is darkened.
and the rain pours down, so that we must
most hurriedly look for our cabins. The
shower does not last long, but it takes away
the wind, and when we come ON deck again,
it is q dead calm. The sails are Tapping
hither and thither, and We don't get onward
at all but drift back to the island the tide
has taken US and wants to drift us away.