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day, were frustrated by a calm. Our little craft was 
tossed about by the dead swell much more than when 
ploughing the waves in a gale. Our Mexican passen- 
gers called on San Antonio to send us a breeze, but he 
heeded not their invocations. We now stood in towards 
the shore, and thus caught the land breeze, which wafted 
us onward with speed. 
January Wi. Came to anchor in the harbor ofMa- 
zatlan at 8 o’clock.; soon after which, we were boarded 
by the captain of the port. This gentleman, after look- 
ing over the list of passengers, gave us permission to 
land. I lost no time, therefore, in making my way to 
the shore, accompanied by Colonel Moreno, of the 
Mexican army, who was a fellow passenger. This gen- 
tleman, who was educated in the United States, and 
speaks English like a native, was of great service to me, 
being well acquainted at all places on the coast. Be- 
sides, his position gives him influence wherever he 
goes. The Colonel took me to a hotel kept by a Chi- 
naman, where we took rooms. The bill of fare here 
displayed would compare favorably with that of our 
American hotels, and the cooking was excellent. No- 
ticing several Chinamen about, attending to menial 
duties, I inquired of the landlord, if his cook was a 
countryman of his ; but was told in reply that he was a 
German, to whom he said he paid $40 a month, which, 
in his estimation, was a very high price. The area or 
in closure of the hotel had been converted into a cock- 
pit, in which were some thirty or forty game cocks, 
each fastened by the leg to a small stake. It was well 
fitted up and protected by an awning. 
Mazatlan has a very picturesque appearance, whe- 
