Narrative of the surveying voyages of his majesty's ships Adventure and Beagle (vol.2): between the years 1826 and 1836 : describing their examination of the southern shores of South America, and the Beagles's circumnavigation of the globe

604 MILL — SHUNGHl's GRAVE. Dec. much difficulty could the missionaries induce them to resume their employment. When at last the mill was finished and in full operation, nothing could exceed the surprise and delight of the natives, especially those who had assisted in the work. They called it a ' ship of the land.' " Wonderful white men !" said they ; " fire, water, earth, and air are made to work for them by their wisdom ; while we can only command the labour of our own bodies ! Many natives have visited Sydney ; some have been round the world ; and, of course, their ideas and descriptions have been imparted to their countrymen ; but nothing, not even that, to a savage, awfully-mysterious object, a steam-vessel, has yet effaced their early-formed opinion, that a large ship of war is the greatest wonder of the world. Returning from the mill, Mr. Davis showed me where Shunffhi was buried. No monumental mark indicates the tabooed place in which the remains of the slaughter-loving cannibal Avere deposited ; a few dark-leaved trees and some thickly-growing fern alone point out the spot. While looking about, highly gratified by all we saw, we met Mr. W. Williams, who had just returned from his attendance upon the young Wesleyan before-mentioned. The suff'erer had been released from painful illness by death. A thriving young English oak, near Mr. Davis's house, augured well ; for where English oaks succeed, many other useful trees will certainly grow. Several younger saplings, just fit for transplanting, occupied a part of Mr. Williams's well-stocked garden ; and these interested me more than all the other plants and trees in the garden taken together. English- men one now meets every where ; but a living, healthy, English oak was a sight too rare, near the Antipodes, to fail in exciting emotion. I was much struck by the harmony and apparent happiness of those families whose cheerful hospitality I was enjoying. An air of honesty, and that evident tranquillity of mind which can only be the result of a clear conscience, offered a forcible contrast to the alleged gloom and selfishness of which some