a desolate strand, all the vegetation burnt by the sun and the sea-breeze. the pearl-oyster, which made the fortune of the district, disappeared four years since, and has migrated to other parts. the fisheries no longer pay, and the boats are dropping to pieces on the beach, while the divers beg, decimated by want.

an old man who sold us some shells, had, in the days of prosperity, made a little fortune by charming the sharks with spells and signs that kept them away from the boats, and from the naked and defenceless pearl-fishers as they plunged into the deep to seek the precious shells.