We bribed the steward for ice.

Finally, I could not go below at all, but had a baked sweet potato brought on deck, and lived several days upon that diet.
On the 14th of August we anchored off Mazatlan, a picturesque and ancient adobe town in old Mexico.

The approach to this port was strikingly beautiful.

Great rocks, cut by the surf into arches and caverns, guarded the entrance to the harbor.

We anchored two miles out.
A customs and a Wells-Fargo boat boarded us, and many natives came along side, bringing fresh cocoanuts, bananas, and limes.