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enough, returned to the Boca St. Juan the 

 day I arrived there, and a rascally half-caste 

 custom-house officer asked him if he had 

 brought out another wife for his next major- 

 domo. 



He was going back to the island, and would 

 never leave it, for his wife was buried there. 



Poor young woman ! she sleeps in peace ; 

 her bed is shaded by a few splendid trees ; 

 and many a beautiful shrub ornaments the 

 little spot where she lies, free from the troubles 

 that might have been her fate to endure. 



The last day we were on the lake we kept 

 under-way, till midnight, when we made the 

 entrance of the river St. Juan and cast anchor 

 till daylight. After prayers the next morn- 

 ing, we unshipped the mast, and it was hidden 

 in the forest, to be taken up on the voyage 

 back. All the rowers went to a pebble beach 

 not far off, and came back with their ponchos 

 full of large round stones ; what for, I could 

 not conceive, but waited patiently to see to 

 what use they were to be put. After break- 

 fast we started down the river, which, for the 

 first mile or two, is about the breadth of the 

 Thames at Kew, but soon narrows to about 

 seventy or eighty yards. The use of the 

 pebbles the crew had on board was soon 



