A range of tall hills in the rear cuts off the view of the island, giving to the missionary station an air of loneliness and seclusion truly impressive.

In this sequestered spot, the found Mr.and Mrs.M.living alone.

They informed us that they rarely have white visiters, but their house is the constant resort of the negroes, who gather there after the toil of the day to 'speak' about their souls.

Mr.and Mrs.M.are wholly engrossed in their labors of love.

They find their happiness in leading their numerous flock "by the still waters and the green pastures" of salvation.