It was a show at once amusing, spectacular, and hideous.
The warrior aborigines that I saw in Queensland were for the most part lithe and fairly well built, but they were stamped always with repulsive features, and their women were, if possible, still more ill favored.
I observed that on the day of the jubilee no foreign flag was waving in the public grounds except the Stars and Stripes, which along with the Union Jack guarded the gateway, and floated in many places, from the tiniest to the standard size.

Speaking to Mr.Douglas, I ventured a remark on this compliment to my country.

"Oh," said he, "this is a family affair, and we do not consider the Stars and Stripes a foreign flag." The _Spray_ of course flew her best bunting, and hoisted the Jack as well as her own noble flag as high as she could.
On June 24 the _Spray_, well fitted in every way, sailed for the long voyage ahead, down the Indian Ocean.

Mr.Douglas gave her a flag as she was leaving his island.

The _Spray_ had now passed nearly all the dangers of the Coral Sea and Torres Strait, which, indeed, were not a few; and all ahead from this point was plain sailing and a straight course.