purpose. If boats are required they are summoned from the adjacent island by lighting fires of dried grass as signals. Some few years ago, in the depth of winter, every fire went out and they had no means of re-lighting one. After six weeks of weary waiting the ingenious liimoners tried the expedient of stripping all the turf off the hill side. The plan succeeded, for the neighbours,wondering what this meant, went out to their assistance. Thirty five years ago the rental was £ 10 per annum, the island pastured 40 oxen, and 100 sheep To-day the proprietor speaks of it as a good dwelling place, or, as he says “ Plenty fish, plent3' birds, plenty land,” Hailing a boat, we went ashore at the little hamlet of Trangisvaag The men pulled well and landed us amid the curious gaze of the inhabitants who had crowded down to the beach as soon as our steamer came in sight. The first thing that struck us was the sad, almost dejected look of the men. There was but little life or interest depicted on their faces, they are grave in manner and disposition, and this apathy is no doubt caused by the hard lives these people live, the exposure they have to endure, and the absence of variety in their every day existence. We proceeded to the post where the mail was being delivered. Here there was more animation, boys with grins, bright-eyed lasses looking shyly but eagerly at the letters as if expecting some word from Jan or Olaf faraway at the fishing grounds. The Faroese houses, which have no locks upon their doors, were low buildings of wood on foun- dations of rough stones, generally whitewashed, and the timber part painted Indian red. The sloping roofs -were covered with turf and grass, bright with buttercups. We saw sheep jump up and graze upon the house tops, and heard a marvellous story of cows being hoisted up for pasturage. Many of them have also boards on the roof, or a few ropes thrown over, to the ends of which are fastened large stones, as heavy as the ropes can bear. This is on account of the heavy winds, which form a striking contrast to the whispering gales and cooling zephyrs which are so much sung of by the poets Here they descend from the hiLs to the seashore, sweeping away large stones lying on the hills, or tear out huge masses of the projecting rocks, and roll them before them like a ball, or shave off the turf from the hill

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