CHAPTER XXII. 



Leaving Navy Bay — The Rolling Sea and Tropic Summer without 

 Change — The Steamer that could not go up the River, and conse- 

 quently went down — A Day on the Chagres in a Canoe going up — 

 Shooting Game on the River — A queer Bird — an attack of Fever. 



The period of my sojourn at Navy Bay having ex- 

 pired, I left for Ahorca, Lagata, the station alluded 

 to in the last chapter. 



So accustomed are we to view everything 

 around us in a condition of change, that it is almost 

 impossible to conceive, and more difficult to realize, 

 anything really permanent* Sitting, as I often did 

 at Navy Bay, to watch the waves as they rolled in 

 upon the shore, I would sometimes forget that the 

 sea is "restless," and wonder when it would stop. 



To those who have been accustomed to the 

 changing seasons of the land of our homes, it is more 

 than all else difficult to conceive of an eternal sum. 

 mer — no autumn, no winter, no spring, but ceaseless, 

 endless summer — with no change to mark the pro- 

 gress of time but a season of drenching rains, alter- 

 nating with one of scorching sunshine with the forest 

 and the field ever clothed in its rich verdure of green. 



