270 
DOTTINGS ON THE ROADSIDE. [Chap.XVL— B.P, 
named post, and was beginning to carry out many 
well-considered plans and projects, not only in the in¬ 
terests of the Xing himself, but also for the tribes and 
country under his rule, when he met his death by 
drowning at the mouth of the river Serepiqui in 1848. 
He was accompanying the expedition under Captain 
Lock, E.N., which had just ejected the Nicaraguans 
from Greytown, and was then engaged in driving 
them up the river San Juan, and across the Lake of 
Nicaragua to Granada, where Captain Lock dictated 
terms to the Nicaraguan government from his gig. 
The Xing very kindly showed us over the house, 
which he explained was not his own, but belonged to 
Doctor Green fas he called him), English consul at 
Greytown, about whom I have elsewhere spoken. It 
appears that our consul first came to Mosquito on the 
staff of Mr. Walker, as a sort of medical attendant, 
hence the descriptive appellation. At that time he 
was in very delicate health, but the Mosquito coast 
has evidently agreed with him. 
In the Xing’s sanctum I found a good assortment 
of books, including some of the best English authors; 
the works of Shakespeare, Byron, and Sir Walter 
Scott had evidently been read and re-read many 
times, as their owner was very fond of repeating 
extracts from them. There were also some books 
especially relating to Central America and the Mos¬ 
quito Coast, such as John Coekburn, ‘ A Journey 
Overland from the Gulf of Honduras to the great 
South Sea, by J. C. and five English Sailors, in the 
year 1730;’ Young’s ‘Mosquito Shore;’ 0. W. Eo- 
