SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA. 499 
January 31st. Our voyage of six days had been 
attended with no incident. Calms and light winds 
prevailed, while the heat was extreme. The coast was 
mountainous and barren, presenting the same general 
features as before described. At 4 o'clock, P. M., we 
reached Acapulco. I lost no time in getting on shore; 
and instead of being attracted toa public house styled 
the American Hotel, where I saw large numbers of my 
countrymen, I went with my fellow-passenger to the 
Canton Hotel, kept by Quanahu, a native Chinese. This 
was the very perfection of neatness. The house, like 
all others in the place, was of a single story, with a large 
court in the centre. The floors and courts were all 
laid with brick or cement, and the walls were either 
colored or whitewashed. The landlord had long lived 
on the coast, and spoke Spanish well. Of English he 
knew nothing. His attendants, who were all Chinese, 
wore their native costume. Mr. Quanahu, like most 
foreigners who settle in the country, had taken to him- 
self a Mexican wife, a genteel pretty-looking woman. 
During the eyening, this lady, with a number of her 
young female friends, took their seats at one of the 
refreshment tables, and seemed to enjoy themselves 
mightily over their wine, cakes, ice-cream, and dulces ; 
while Mr. Quanahu and his Chinese waiters supplied 
their wants as carefully as those of any of his guests. 
february 1st. Acapulco has one of the finest har- 
bors in the world. Itis perfectly land-locked, and may 
be entered with ease by two passes. The most direct 
is by the Boca Chica, between the points of Pilar and 
Grifo, and is from 250 to 280 yards in width. The 
other is between the Isla de la Roqueta and the Pun- 
