Some Mexicans bound for Guaymas came on board, and a troupe of Japanese jugglers.
While we were unloading cargo, some officers and their wives went on shore in one of the ship's boats, and found it a most interesting place.
It was garrisoned by Mexican troops, uniformed in white cotton shirts and trousers.

They visited the old hotel, the amphitheatre where the bull-fights were held, and the old fort.

They told also about the cock-pits--and about the refreshing drinks they had.
My thirst began to be abnormal.

We bought a dozen cocoanuts, and I drank the milk from them, and made up my mind to go ashore at the next port; for after nine days with only thick black coffee and bad warm water to drink, I was longing for a cup of good tea or a glass of fresh, sweet milk.
A day or so more brought us to Guaymas, another Mexican port.

Mrs.
Wilkins said she had heard something about an old Spaniard there, who used to cook meals for stray travellers.