The herald., 1895-01-27

There was another day on the Chagres
river. But tree. fern, and flowers,
failed to draw our minds from our ex~
hausted bodies exhausted from the
heat and want OF proper food and starved
for sleep. l remember nothing Of that
day but dreadful consciousness OF
these conditions and half stupid
realization that the day was over and
that some one was encouraging me to
make an effort to leave the boat and
climb the steep path at Gorgona."
This was another sleepless night,
which was divided into watches for
fighting the numbers Of fyiog and
creeping things which, attracted by our
light, would swarm in the moment a
door was open The morning light
showed us many dead things that made
us shiver, slain by our vigorous hand
welding woman's Hhoe-ou only
weapon"
The next day a journey wa made
on mule back; but for this some friends
OF the writer had made special arrange
ments. so beyond the loss of one pack
mule loaded with her luggage and the
discomforts OF dining where "a brisk
wind blowing through brought clouds
OF dust on our food. which was unin-
the travellers Jared as well as the con.
dtions made possible. The third
night was passed in Panama. where,
by the e1ertion OF strong influence
and the aid of excusable bribery, Mrs.
Brooks secured q room and a pitcher OF
water
The next morning "my breakfast con-
sisted of some black liquid in coffee
cup and piece of dark bread. Dipping
the bread in the cup we ate what we
could, hoping for nothing but to sus-
tain life until we could reach the
steamer" -a".
1t was novel experience. that reach
ing the steamer. "There was no wharf
or landing place, All sbout in the water
were natives, big and little, old and
young, and among these little boats
were tossing idly about. Further
out, nearer the steamer, many
large barges or lighters were
hurrying along each one trying
to get its human freight first on board,
saw all this. but still thought, how
are we to get there? All at once, with.
out word OF warning, was grabbed
from behind. One black arm WAS
around my waist, another under my
knees, and was lifted up and carried
nsAoi6hp out lAtO bh0 WaboEs Whubou
to scream, and laugh from the doctor
and shout from Lena, who were treated
the same way, changed my mind. The
water deepsned go gradually that it
seemed long time before we reached
one OF the little boats which had looked
upon as Idle things, and into which we
! were dumped without ceremony. Our
lighter was the last to reach the steamer,
and as We came up to her there were
! still two to unload before our turn came.
1t was high noon. and the heat was in
tense. l doubted if could live until
those boats were unloaded."
The steamer captain ordered Q sailor
to lift Mrs. Brooks and her daughter
across the intervening boats. This was
done without mishap, but when DR..
Mott attempted to follow his charges he
was stabbed by native bostman. The
doctor was not seriously hurt and was
able to assist the ships surgeon ia oar.
ing for the fever patients, OF whom there
were many.
Mrs. Brooks evidently thought that
one trip TO California was enough, for
she has remained there ever since her
sale arrival after her troublous voyage.
Try gal, Maltese club whiskey, $3.50,
l. T. IA