A few days after the close of the examinations at Calabar, Mrs. Underhill and myself set out for Salem a station on the road to St. Ann's Bay, in charge of a native minister, the Rev. J. G. Bennett. The half-yearly meeting of the pastors, deacons, and delegates of the Baptist Churches of the parish of St. Ann's was appointed for this place, and would afford a very convenient opportunity for conference and inquiry. Here also we had agreed to rejoin my colleague, Mr. Brown, who had been spending a few days with the pastors and churches at Stewart Town and Brown's Town.

Descending from the elevation on which the Institution is beautifully placed, we crossed the Rio Bueno by a difficult ford, near the spot where a bridge had been some time before torn down by a flood. Along the river side lay the canefields of a sugar estate, and on the sides of the hills, the cottages of the people, shrouded in groves of bananas, or surrounded by their pimento walks, peeped forth; sometimes built of mud and thatched with grass, at others erected of more substantial materials, with neat verandahs, and jalousies closing the windows. For some distance we climbed and wound about the hills, then, descending to the sea-shore, we passed through the small town of Dry Harbour, where there is an excellent chapel of the London Mission, occupied by the Rev. Mr. Milne.