THE VOYAGE OF THE HASSLER 145 
mens, and he stops for a little talk, and then he too 
wanders on. Mrs. Johnson and I sit and talk in the 
afternoon sunshine, and then we stroll back through 
the woods to the harbor, picking berries as we go and 
gathering bouquets for the dinner table. Arrived on 
the shore we encountered Mr. Kennedy who was just 
coming along in his little dingy, a mite of a boat in 
which he can run into all the nooks and corners and 
collect for Agassiz. He lands and makes a fire, and 
presently Dr. Pitkin arrives upon the scene with 
some mussels, and we roast them in the.cinders, and 
so the afternoon passes, and the others come back 
one by one, and we take to the boat again and reach 
the ship just in time for dinner. This is a specimen of 
many such little excursions; but this gypsy life will 
soon be over, I suppose. If things go on all right, we 
shall be out at sea again in a few days. 
Talcahuana, April 12 
I err you on the third of April putting out to sea 
about sunset and taking our last look at the snow 
mountains of the Straits in all their rosy moonlight 
beauty. We met head winds outside and had two very 
rough days and nights. How easy to write it, how 
hateful to experience! On Saturday, April 6, the 
weather was again delightful, and we entered Cor- 
covado Gulf (now you must look on the map and 
see where that is, because I’m confident you don’t 
know). Here we had beautiful snow mountains in 
sight all day, the peak of Corcovado and a wonder- 
fully beautiful voleanic mountain called Melimoya, 
