TWO NIGHTS IX SOUTHERN MEXICO. 



A FRAGMENT FROM THE JOURNAL OF 

 AN AMERICAN TRAVELLER. 



[MAGA. APRIL 1844.] 



" A CAPITAL place this for our bivouac ! " cried I. 

 -t\- swinging myself off my mule, and stretching 

 my arms and legs, which were stiffened by a long 

 ride. 



It was a fairish place, to all appearances a snug 

 ravine, well shaded by mahogany-trees, the ground 

 covered with the luxuriant vegetation of that tropical 

 region, a little stream bubbling and leaping and dash- 

 ing down one of the high rocks that flanked the 

 hollow, and rippling away through the tall fern to- 

 wards the rear of the spot where we had halted, 

 at the distance of a hundred yards from which the 

 ground was low and shelving. 



" A capital place this for our bivouac ! " 

 My companion nodded. As to our lazy Mexican 

 arriet'os and servants, they said nothing, but began 



