New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1869-11-09
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MIR. SEWARD IN MEXICO.

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A VOYAGE ON THE PACIFTC-DowY THE COAST
BARREN MOUNTAINS AT SEA IN THE
TROPICS GAMBOLING BLACKFIsH-A CAS-
TOR-OIL WHALE "A GORGEOUS SUNSET.
OFF MANzANILLo West Coast of Mexico, Oct
CIT a ROriousy beautiful morning. that Of he
SOh OF September when reluctantly lift the darkencd
chamber in which lay the mortal remains OF brave man.
and true champion OF freedom Senior Don jose A.
Godoy the Consul of Mexico who had fallen dead while
attending the last reception Of Mr. Seward the even
ing previous and bidding farewell TO his stricken family
hurried board the Pacific Mail Steamship Co mann-
cent Golden City, which lying at her berth
IN San Francisco with up, ready to bear away
TO the tropics.
The voyage down the coast has been for the most part
an uneventful Or board everything has gone like
clockwork-no noise, loud talking. COMMISSIONS Chi
sailors spread the awnings which tn shelter the
passengers from the sun Of the tropics, and Chnese
WATERS clean, quiet and orderly, with their stseltG
slippers, moved quietly about the cabin and sateFoos,
keeping everything In order, and seeing that no wts
Of the passengers are left unattended 10. IN
the whole, 1 think ~ must be concednd
that John is the coming man. aud take him
all In ALL he Is pretty good fellow It Is well for ms tas
no worse Is to In his place On the afternoon
OF second day-Friday-we were passing the islands
off the Santa Barbara coast. On Saturday we were OFT
OF sight land all day, and the register showed pro-
gress Of miles for the last "a hours on Sunday after
sight Of the large barren island of Ceros
and its outlying rocks and lesser islands and the whole
Of the afternoon and evening skired along tho ;reeie
red mountain shores OF Mexican Lower California 10
living thing be these yerdurolcss moan.
tans Sitting back far enough from the rail "a bc the
blue stretch Of water you might fancy yourself upon the
Colorado Mojave Desert without any serious stretch
Of the imagination the same sahronhued horizon pale
blue sky, red, brown. and yellow Jagged naked monn
tans; the eternal silence Of utter desolaiion
Mother" said little pratng child upon the steamer,
"mOther do anybody live in that land T. " No, NY
darli I hon not he 4
mercful, and trust she right Monday morning
found us blowing through CLASSY with no land no
SAIL bird in sight; only the great garng san ~ the
unclouded sky, and the deep, blue gerng sea below
At p were in sight Of land once mOre-as desc
late and uninhabted the last. Passing Santa Mar
garita Island and Magdalena Bay at sunset well
toward Cape St. Lucas. within 100 miles thereof Ats
p m. the steamer from Panama showed her lights, and
signals we're exchanged.
WITHIN THE TROPICS.
Daybreak on Tuesday. October S. fOuud NJ passlns
Cape St. Lucas, and wthinlthe tropics SIN the same
dreary, barren mountain coast not sgn Of human life
have we while skirting along the Lower California
coast for nearly thousand miles not tree not a
flower not blade OF grass no living thing OF any knd
only rocks and sand and loneliness eternal silence ard
utter desoation. All the setemens-and they are few
at bes-are the inner Gulf side Of the peninsula
completely hidden from the passing vessel The sun
poured down all day from an uncouded sky' aud no
breeze ru1led the face OF the ocean, which was
smooth mirror where, at regular intervals the
long, heavy ground swells rolling in from tho
south westward andIptched and tossed about tie great
steamer like an eggshell
The poet says:
There is no crowd however ,rshi
But one cockuey there"
We had ours He stood looking the rail- eye glass
IN place, watching the tumbDg Of two great monster
blackhsh which rose aud disappeared ike porpoiscs
"Awl what kind Of a whale might that be = De de-
manded The venerable looking McItlruy. who ''pto
sents the U. 9. CustomHouse Department on board
promptly replied That my dear friend, the Castor oil
whale;" a broad, genial smile Of true beneyoence
spreading far aud wide his fine open countenanee
Haw, yes that's what thought We ave hoceans on
em in the Hinglish Channel tie prompt return Of
the true son Of old Albion.
A TROPICAL SUNSET
As the day died and the went down ia blaze
Of glory all hands assembled deck to witness suuc,
In the tropics. We often hear the remark, That sky
unnatural; is gaudy stand Ia some AT
gallery I'm cold North before picture 10 winch the
artist has faithfully labored 10 depict the orics Of
tropical sunset The paint sufficiently brilliant To do
justice to the before that evening has yet To he
made smooth blue for o base, a soft bme Ky
above; along the western horizon OF solid parrle
clouds standing like jagged volcanic rocks from tho
bosom Of the ocean, for which indeed they would have
been unhestatngly taken but for the constant aera-
ton In their outlines. Every moment they
iSlo something rsS aua ,transc-
A sea.llon, landon sphynx, castle walled cli',a
mighty volcano an orzaba a shasta, each u tara
before wondering eyes. Soon the whole uus line ws
cut of from its base as II By knife, and e high into
air and from the bosom Of the rose MP another,
almost duplicate Of the first Then the intervening sky
from brilliant orange took the hue Of the inner surface
Of the seashel deepened into the brightest ycunion.
which glowed like flame. and seemed TO give on light
and OF its own filling all the air As the shadow ~
evening FELL the horizon seemed 10 grow brighter aud
brighter the clouds became mky black, while the
million sky spread out like valley between the two
great sierras-mourtaps OF iron In Land Of IRE. We
stood like the wondering denizens Of another planet n
the hour OF this earhs agony and the elements
dissolve with fervent heat" and mountains undermined
go crashing down into the hungry OF flame Thon
the black curtain Of night fell all aud n the twink
ling of an eye that strange. weird. enchanting scene
passed like a dream away.
II.
A ROUGH DAY AND A DARK NIGHT-MANZAN-