Saint Helena : St. Helena

This is an article about the island of Saint Helena. For the person Saint Helena of Constantinople, see Helena, mother of Constantine the Great

Saint Helena is an island in the Atlantic Ocean off the west coast of Africa belonging to the United Kingdom.

It served as a strategic island for ships on their way to the Indian Ocean before the Suez Canal was built.

Napoleon Bonaparte ended his life in exile on St. Helena.

From the CIA World Factbook 2000. Not Wikified.

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