28	LETTERS FROM INDIA.
Kio, Tuesday, November 17.
We arrived here at eight last night, after a
tedious day of working into the harbour, with
a doubt to the last whether we should not be
becalmed; but the beauty of the place makes
up for a great deal. It far exceeds all the
amount of praise that has been lavished on it.
You can read an account of it elsewhere, in
any book of voyages.
Sir Graham Eden Hamond, who was my
father's godson, and is the admiral of the
station, came on board as soon as we had
anchored. He is full of civilities to us.
There is no possibility of sleeping on shore
—first, because there are no hotels, and then
the mosquitoes arid all sorts of vermin would
make it impossible; but the 'Jupiter' at
anchor is very different from the c Jupiter' at
sea, and makes a very good hotel. Then
c His Excellency' (as we all sneeringly call
George, when we are bored) has a beauti-
ful b'arge of his own on board; belonging to
the ship, of course, but it is independent of
the captain's gig and the officers' barge, &c.,
so that we can go out in it and come in as we
like.