I never before saw water fall so fast, and yet in half an hour the sun was out and burning hot.
Before we reached Gorgona we got acquainted with a man named John Briggs from Wisconsin, and Lyman Ross from Rhode Island, and concluded to travel in company.

Our fare thus far was ten dollars, and two horses to Panama for which we paid twelve dollars each.

We now rode and walked turn about, and when we inquired about the road we were told that being once in it we could not possibly get out except at the other end, and would need no guide, and at the end of a very disagreeable day's work we reached the big gate at Panama and entered the ancient city.
We waited but little here before taking the steamer Southerner, bound for San Francisco.

Three days after we sailed away one of our passengers went overboard, a corpse, and three or four more died and were buried alongside before we reached Acapulco.
Here we took on water and coal and were soon at sea again.

McCloud soon had to take his place in the sick ward, and I attended him most of the time, but was not allowed to give him anything without a permit from the doctor, and the long delays between the administrations of medicine made the sickness hard to endure.