CHAPTER XXVIII. 



Acapulco The Bay The Women The Fandango Beauty and Ugliness- 

 La Marip6sa Lozada My little Speech The Appointment Good 

 Advice How I keep the Assignation Throwing Light on a dark Scene 

 The Confessor. 



THE Mojaves and their country always suggest to me 

 recollections of Acapulco and a Peruvian I met there. I 

 suppose it is a matter of association of ideas ; Acapulco 

 being in the matter of heat the comparative to the Colorado 

 bottoms ; the place which is the superlative I need not men- 

 tion, and hope to avoid arriving at ; and I suppose Cha-cha 

 brings the Acapulco belle to my remembrance. 



Acapulco El caliente and well called the hot, where 

 eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit is as low as the thermometer 

 ever goes, and where it mounts to just anywhere. It is so 

 hot ; it is so unhealthy ; but it is so beautiful. As a har- 

 bour it looks perhaps the loveliest in the world. As you 

 stand on the deck of the ship, riding at anchor, that has 

 brought you in, it seems as though you had come there by 

 magic. An ampitheatre of lofty granite mountains sur- 

 rounds you, showing no gap through which the vessel couy 



