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daylight we never heard how or when this 

 interesting couple were reunited. 



After touching for a few hours at the small 

 port of Realego to land a mail we proceeded 

 on to Panama, where we arrived on April 3rd. 



We found orders awaiting us from Admiral 

 Hillyar, our new Commander-in-Chief, to refit, 

 and to proceed to Vancouver's Island, a prospect 

 which we all hailed with delight after our long 

 spell in the tropics. 



We had not been twenty-four hours in port 

 before a revolution broke out on shore, and the 

 rifle-balls were flying about the streets in all 

 directions. Fortunately order was restored 

 without much bloodshed, a few black soldiers 

 only being killed. 



There are few places more beautiful than the 

 Bay of Panama. Seen on a calm day, with its 

 lovely islets reflected on the water, it will bear 

 comparison with the finest tropical scenery in 

 the world. The anchorage, though perfectly 

 safe, is a bad one, for although the bay is of 

 great extent, there are so many rocks and 



