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INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL. 



were sleeping a woman, rather yellow, and a little girL 

 I took chocolate, and in a few minutes was in the sad- 

 dle. Very soon we came in sight of the highlands of 

 Buombacho, a high, dark range of mountains, behind 

 which stood Grenada, which in half an hour we en- 

 tered. Built by those hardy adventurers who con- 

 quered x\merica, even yet it is a monument worthy of 

 their fame. The houses are of stone, large and spa- 

 cious, with balconies to the windows of turned wood, 

 and projecting roofs, with pendent ornaments of wood 

 curiously carved. 



I rode to the house of Don Frederico Derbyshire, to 

 whom I had a letter from friends in New- York. He 

 had gone to the United States ; but his clerk, a young 

 Englishman, offered me the house, gave me a room, 

 and in a few moments my travelling clothes were off 

 and I was in the street. My first visit was to Mr. Bai- 

 ley, who lived nearly opposite, with an English lady, 

 whose husband had died two years before, and who, 

 besides carrying on his business, received into her house 

 the few Englishmen or foreigners whom chance brought 

 to that place. My appearance at Grenada created sur- 

 prise, and I was congratulated upon my liberation or 

 escape from prison. News had reached there that I 

 had been arrested (I do not know for what), and was in 

 prison in San Salvador ; and as all news had a party 

 bias, it was told as another of the outrages of General 

 Morazan. The house of this lady was a comfort to a 

 battered traveller. I could have remained there a 

 month ; but, unfortunately, I heard news which did not 

 allow me much time for rest. The black clouds which 

 hung over the political horizon had burst, and civil war 

 had broken out anew. The troops of Nicaragua, four- 

 teen hundred strong, had marched into Honduras, and 



