and as the boat closed upon them I saw the blacks jump overboard again, and afterwards the ship’s boat bring back the canoe.  During this time several shots were fired over them, and near them, from the ship.  The boat returned in about twenty minutes from the time of leaving, with the canoe.  Barrett said to me when alongside that he was speared, and that he had shot the black who had speared him, and who was now in the canoe nearly dead.  It appears that one black had stuck to his canoe, and on the ship’s boat nearing it, had thrown a spear into Barret’s arm, and was on the eve of throwing another at him, when Barrett shot him.  I went into the canoe, and examined the black, and found the ball had gone through his body, entering on the one side and coming out on the other side.  The ball must have gone through the stomach, from its direction.  He was now dying—­nearly dead.  The canoe was chopped up, and, with the black, disappeared a short time afterwards.  I dressed Barrett’s wounds, three of them, of a triangular shape, in the lower and fleshy part of the forearm.  From the canoe were brought the leg part of a pair of trousers, three spears, a piece of iron of a saddle, hooks and lines, etc.; and a piece of moleskin was taken off the native’s leg, which Jackey says was part of his trousers, which he tied round Mr. Kennedy’s head when he buried him, Jackey being sure that they had dug up Mr. Kennedy.  I observed at the time that the native was nearly on board, the moment the blacks saw Jackey, they looked at each other as if everything was not right.  Previously to their jumping overboard, when Jackey showed the native the spear wound over his eye, he would quickly turn away and not look him in the face.  Whilst the native was being secured, after being removed to the fore part of the vessel, a mutton bone with meat was offered him which he grappled at and ate voraciously, saying, “paoud, paoud.”  The wind increased and was fair, and Jackey pointed out a hill ahead of us which he said was like Pudding-pan Hill, near which the three men were left.  This Hill was Pudding-pan Hill, according to the chart.  As we neared Pudding-pan Hill, Jackey said, that is not the place, that he had been mistaken, and, on continually looking at it, he became the more confirmed and positive, and said it was no use whatever to land there, but that we must go further on; we passed the hill; in the meantime, the Captain and I consulted as to what should be done, knowing this was the only Pudding-pan Hill on the chart; but Jackey, who had been placed on the fore-top, became more and more positive, saying at length, “Do you think I am stupid?—­Mr. Kennedy sent me from the camp to look out the coast, so that I might know it again when I came back in the ship, and I will tell you when we come to it, the ship must go on that way further,” pointing to the south.  Proceeding on, towards evening, off Hannibal Bay, we saw numerous native fires, and in one spot I observed about forty natives.  Before sundown a canoe was making off to us, but after sunset we gradually lost sight of it, and some time after this we anchored.