We were very sorry when, the captain having concluded his business, we had once more to get into our palanquins, and to commence our return journey to the coast.  We met with no adventure worthy of being noted, though we saw a number of curious and interesting plants and shrubs.  At length once more we trod the deck of the _Triton_.  The anchor was hove up, the topsails hoisted, and with a fair breeze we stood to the southward.  We touched at Cape Town, but I will not describe it or the Table Mountain, of which every one has heard over and over again.  One day we were all on deck, when the Captain and mates and Jerry and I were taking observations.  "I thought so," exclaimed Captain Frankland; "we have just put a girdle round the world; and now, lads, you will have spare time enough to tie the knot."  In a few weeks after this we reached the shores of Old England in safety, and though we had heartily enjoyed our voyage, right glad and thankful too were we to see once more its snow-white cliffs.