Looking back from our summit, a magnificent view to the ocean was spread before us.

Below us were the mountains over which we had come, then a valley broken with mountains of a lesser size; beyond, was the dry, coastal plain, and yet beyond it, the sea.

The dark green pines, the blue sky, the brown hills, the gray plain, the stretch of blue-green waters, made a wonderful color combination.
The next two days were most uninteresting.

We were often reminded of the recent threat of war between Mexico and Guatemala, the disputed border-line between which we were now nearing.

We met marching bands of soldiers who were returning to Juchitan.