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along the south shore. The scenery, 

 the movement, the pilotage, the pas- 

 sengers, and the appropriate bull- 

 fighter, with his circle of worshippers, 

 quieted our nerves for a day or two, 

 until we turned the point of Cabo 

 Cruz and ran into the trade-wind, 

 which Kino- liked as little as I 

 did, but which a good many of our 

 friends were to enjoy at their leisure 

 four years afterwards ; and, in the 

 moonlight, King defied it enough to 

 prove to me that the coast, with its 

 volcanic peak Turquino, was to be 

 compared for beauty with no other 

 coast in the world except that of Cen- 

 tral America ; and so, before dawn, 

 we ran into the harbor of Santiago. 

 There, too, King was at home ; — 

 Where was he ever a stranger ? He 

 seemed quite happy as we tramped 

 in the dark up the streets, and 

 pounded on the doors of inns which 

 would not open, and which, when 



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