In the afternoon some of the officers visited the shore, and were hospitably received.  There were from ninety to one hundred natives, men, women, and children, visible, and there were probably as many more on the other side of the island, as they have a S.W. monsoon village there.  They seemed to have plenty of fowls, and they are very expert fishermen.  They were gambling—­such a thing as labour being out of the question.  The island seems originally to have been a solid mass of rock, the rocky walls of the mountains peeping out in many places from the midst of the dense forest, and gradually as time and the elements disintegrated portions of it, plants and trees took root, until the island became what it is now, a mass of luxuriant vegetation.  There were some fine large boats carefully hauled up on the beach, quite large enough for piratical purposes, for which they were probably intended, and some swivels were lying near the chief man’s door.  The cocoa-nut tree has climbed the mountain sides, and waves its feathery foliage from the crests of the ridges.  It is food, and cordage, and light to the natives.  Several delightful little valleys presented themselves, upon which, and on the adjacent steeps or the mountains, were thatched huts.  Probably to the mere animal part of our nature, the life that these people lead is happier than any other; wants few and easily supplied, labour not too pressing, and the simple tastes satisfied with such pleasures as they find.

Rain, rain, in the afternoon.  Most of the moisture is deposited on the mountain-tops, and the clouds sweep over it.  And now for Singapore, God willing.

Monday, Dec. 21st—­At 3.30 A.M. we got under way, under steam and sail, and steered S. by E. 32 1/2 miles, South 18 miles, and S. by W. 14 miles; and the weather setting in very thick, with heavy rain, obscuring all things, we were obliged to come to in 10 1/2 fathoms, with the north point of Bintang island bearing, and within 11 miles by computation of the Pedra Branca lighthouse.  We have thus to war against the weather as well as our enemies.  Soon after daylight we made a ship-rigged steamer on our port bow, bound also for Singapore.  She anchored near us astern.  It clearing a little at noon, we got hold of the marks and got under way, and taking a Malay pilot, anchored off Singapore at 5.30 P.M.

Tuesday, Dec. 22d.—­At 9.30 A.M. the pilot came on board, and we ran up into New Harbour alongside of the coaling depot, and commenced coaling.  Singapore is quite a large town, with an air of prosperity—­a large number of ships in the harbour.  The country is beautiful, and green, with an abundance of fine fruit, &c.; the country around highly improved with tasteful houses and well-laid-out grounds.  The English residents call it the Madeira of the East, in allusion to its healthfulness.  Some twenty-two American merchant ships here, most of them laid up!  The Wyoming was here twenty days ago, and left for Rhio Strait, where she remained for some days.  Finished coaling last night, the operation having occupied no more than ten hours.  Received provisions.