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A PROBLEM IN MATHEMATICS WORKED OUT WITH A CANE—PUEBLO NUEVA—CULTIVATING 
THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A HORSE—LOOKING FOR THE RIDER—AN “ OLD SALT” STUCK IN 
THE MUD—UNCOMFORTABLE NIGHT’S REST—NAGAROTES—LAKE LEON AND THE SURROUND¬ 
ING VOLCANOS—MATARES—DELIGHTFUL COUNTRY—MANAGUA—DON JOSE MARIA RIVAS 
—NINDAREE—RUINS OF A VOLCANO—A LONG'INDIVIDUAL IN SPURS—A DILEMMA— 
ONE OF MY HORSE’S LEGS IN MOTION—A BOY IN A MUSICAL MOOD—ENTRY INTO MAS- 
SAY A—BLOOMERISM. % 
After remaining three hours at Leon, we were again in motion; 
not, however, without the usual “poco tiempo .” Our driver now 
had half a dozen “ companeros and in this country people are 
slow, in mathematical progression, or retrogression—what takes 
one half an hour to do, takes three six hours. Our captain, how¬ 
ever, worked out this problem with his cane upon the back of 
one of the drivers, which produced a very different result. Our 
team did not get hungry, nor our drivers fatigued; the latter 
manifested a particular aversion to the captain’s system of mathe¬ 
matics. The very sight of his cane would create a stampede 
among them. 
Our route, during the day, lay through a densely timbered 
country, the road muddy, and heat excessive; our team becoming 
much jaded. We moved on until 11 P.M., when, finding feed, 
we encamped for the night; we found neither a downy pillow nor 
a musquito net, but were obliged to drop down in the mud at 
the mercy of those vile insects. Three hours of rest sufficed, 
and at 2 A.M., we were again in motion, and at nine arrived at 
Pueblo Nueva. Here we found nothing new, excepting that the 
inhabitants wore hats and pantaloons. We had breakfast and 
were again in motion, our route, as on the previous day, being 
through a densely timbered country, with extremely muddy 
roads. I had purchased a horse and equipage, and anticipated 
a pleasant day’s ride. My horse and myself were strangers, but 
I was soon in a fair way of cultivating his acquaintance. The 
