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making in the meantime two trips with Mr. Henne to his rubber 
estate, ‘‘ Bismark,” situated some twenty miles up the river at an 
elevation of perhaps 2,000 feet. Low mountains surrounded the 
plantation on nearly all sides and the climate was much moister 
than below, light showers occurring frequently, which kept every- 
thing green, in strong contrast to the’parched lands at Penonome. 
My visits, of scarcely two days duration on each trip, were quite 
insufficient to fully explore even the immediate vicinity. 
Fic. 25. Road leading to Old Panama. 
On March 23, I left Penonome and rode to Porto Posada, 
where I found the steamer waiting for high tide in order to 
proceed down the river. We finally started at five o’clock and 
reached Panama about eight o’clock the next morning. I now 
wished to collect on the other side of the canal toward the 
Colombian border, and at length arranged with Mr. Pinel, the 
agent of the only regular steamer running to that region, to take 
me to the Gulf of San Miguel and up the Tuira River about 
forty-five miles to a small town known as El Real. 
