India rubber world . antly, but got no bites, but the crewspeared some fish of a kind new to me. One, long and slim,resembling a mackerel, was of a beautiful bronze tint, with aspike on its nose, and a back fin running from the gills to thetail. Another short, chunky, of a dingy blue color spotted withwhite polka dots. The natives called the former the durado,but had no name for the latter. Our drifting by the point did not last long, as the weathersuddenly changed and the wind became so squally that the cap-tain put out to sea lest he pile his vessel upon the inhospitableshore. That night I t
India rubber world . antly, but got no bites, but the crewspeared some fish of a kind new to me. One, long and slim,resembling a mackerel, was of a beautiful bronze tint, with aspike on its nose, and a back fin running from the gills to thetail. Another short, chunky, of a dingy blue color spotted withwhite polka dots. The natives called the former the durado,but had no name for the latter. Our drifting by the point did not last long, as the weathersuddenly changed and the wind became so squally that the cap-tain put out to sea lest he pile his vessel upon the inhospitableshore. That night I tried to sleep in the cabin but It was toodisagreeable, so I put on a light rubber coat and rubber bootsand slept soundly on deck with the rain beating in my was so scorching hot in the daytime that when drifting a tar-paulin was rigged as a shield under which were swung the ham-mocks, making quarters that were fairly comfortable. Some onecalled it the Touraine, because when it was half done it be-gan /o ON THE ALMIRANTE. And so we sailed and drifted, chiefly the latter, sleeping ondeck until driven into the little cabin by an unusually heavyshower, usually to be driven out again by the heat, the bilgesmell, and the ants, of which latter we had our own privatecolony. After a time we left Panama bay and felt the longswell of the Pacific. Then was sighted Punta Moro Puercos(Cape The-Death-of-the-Pig), and after that came a coast—rugged, mountainous, with no harbors, and the mountainsshadowed by dense clouds, with all the evidences of continuousand heavy tropical rainstorms. After more drifting came Punta Marieto, which we rounded,and, turning due north, made for the Gulf of Montijo, where theschooner was to lie while the exploring party was ashore. Evenafter rounding the cape the wind still continued light, andprogress came chiefly from the impulse of the Pacific swell. In these waters were many sharks, two of which carry a halfdozen bullets apiece whi
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