His boss was a Pittsburgh engineer who is apparently licking him into shape and who told me to tell his father that he had stopped drinking absolutely.

His colored "missus" sat with us at the table and played with a beetle during the three hours I stayed there during which time he asked me about -- -- who he said had ruined him.

He told me of how -- -- had done and said this, and the contrast to the thatched roof and the mud floor and the Scotch American engineer and the mulatto girl was rather striking.

I never had more luck in any trip than I have had on this one and the luck of R.H.D.of which I was fond of boasting seems to hold good.

That man of war, for instance, was the only American one that had touched at Puerto Cortez in TEN years and it came the day we did and left the day we did.