Since writing this I have come across a cutting in my scrap book from the _Colonist_ of May 17th, 1870, which gives the account of the arrival of the first and only flying squadron (under Admiral Hornby), which ever arrived here. By the by, we were promised flying squadrons in lieu of stationary squadrons on this station. When is the first to arrive? As there was a flagship here with two other vessels, at this time, my readers may imagine the number of men in Esquimalt harbor at that date; not less than three thousand five hundred, I am sure, and how lively this must have made Esquimalt and Victoria. The whole population, figuratively speaking, turned out to welcome these six vessels as they came in from Race Rocks under full sail. It was a beautiful sight. The _Zealous_ (armor-plated), Admiral Farquhar, welcomed Admiral Hornby of the _Liverpool_, flagship of the flying squadron. [Illustration: First bridge over the Gorge.] CHAPTER XV. OLD QUADRA STREET CEMETERY. "Yet even these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh." "Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." --Thomas Gray. I must first apologize for altering two words in this quotation from this most beautiful poem that caused the celebrated General Wolfe to say that he would rather be the author of it than have taken Quebec. I am moved to write these lines by the fact that these bones require protecting from the vandalism of certain persons unknown, also I have been approached by pioneers several times to write about this desecration of the last resting-place of our pioneers.