Cfjapbr Cljirtij-Mnntii. 
A NX jn—FANDANGO—MARRIAGE ENGAGEMENT BROKEN—START FOR GORGON A—OUR EX¬ 
TREME MODESTY—SAGACITY OP THE MULE—SLEEP ON MY TRUNK—A DREAM—AN ALLI¬ 
GATOR WITH A MOUSTACHE—INFERNAL REGIONS—DEMONS—AN INDIVIDUAL WITH LONG 
EARS, AND A MULE IN BOOTS—FALLING OUT OF BED—FUNERAL PROCESSION—GORGON A 
—START FOR CHAGRES—OUR BUNGO FULL—SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION, ALMOST—“ POCO 
TIEMPO”—LIZARDS FOR DINNER—THE HOSTESS—GATUN—MUSIC OF THE OCEAN—AR¬ 
RIVAL. 
There were a number of Americans in town, en route to Cali¬ 
fornia, awaiting tbe arrival of the Steamer Oregon, which was, at 
this time, fully due; there were also here several females from tbe 
States, unattended , on their way to the “ Eldorado.” I sketched 
the convent of “San Francisco ” and “ La Mugher,” and while 
doing the latter I was watched by a nun whose pallid features I 
could plainly see through the grating. 
During the evening we visited the “lions,” and brought 
up at a “fandango;” we did not, however, participate in the 
dance, but retired in good season, designing to set out the next 
morning for Gorgona. At an early hour the Philadelphia was 
besieged by dusky muleteers reiterating their “cargo Gorgona?” 
and before the sun had shown his disc above the horizon, we 
were under way. As we passed along Calle de Merced , I was 
very modestly recognized by an interesting Senorita, who, on the 
previous evening, had made to me a proposition of marriage; I, 
of course, accepted; but owing to numerous pressing engage¬ 
ments, I was not just then prepared to attend to it, and post¬ 
poned it until the next evening. I did not tell her that I was 
to leave town early the next morning, nor did she suspect when 
I passed, that I was on my way, but looked as much as to say, 
“you won’t forget, will you?” As we gained the out-skirts of 
the city, we were hailed by half a dozen half-clad natives, who 
demanded a real for each horse and mule in our cavalcade. We 
