22 THE VOYAGE. 
metal roofing of the terminus, and the quiet 
waters of the Pacific. 
Captain Harvey, R.N., then in command of 
Her Majesty’s ship ‘ Havannah,’ met us at the 
terminus; the ship’s boats were in waiting to 
take both men and baggage on board, so that I 
saw but little of Panama. My old foes (that 
waged war against me at Colon), the gold- 
seekers, were assembled on the wharf, awaiting 
the small tugboat to take them off to the larger 
steamer anchored in the offing. To judge from 
appearances, there were amongst them a goodly 
sprinkling that would have deemed lynching or 
riddling a Britisher, a capital joke. 
A tropical sun soon makes one thirsty. I 
wanted ‘a drink,’ and for the first time tasted 
iced cocoanut-milk ; never in my life have I 
ever drunk anything half as delicious. Don’t 
imagine that, in the least degree, it resembles - 
the small teacupful of sweet insipid stuff drib- 
bled out from the cocoanut as we buy it here in 
England. What we eat as kernel is liquid in 
the young nut, and the outer husk soft enough 
to push your thumb through. Surely the cocoa- 
nut palm must have been specially designed for 
the dwellers in the tropical world! It supplies 
everything uncivilised man can possibly need, to 
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