"Why, of course, he couldn't miss his politics. It took him sudden,though. He had a series of fits that was painful, painful." Then hemoved away, muttering, "Painful, painful!" climbed over the side, anddown the ladder, and went to California.

CHAPTER V.

END 0F THE H0TEL HELEN MAR. C0NTINUATI0N 0F CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'SNARRATIVE.

Sadler and Irish were gone, but Stevey Todd and I stayed on atPortate, running the Hotel Helen Mar. Three months we ran heraltogether, and made money. I had a thought that by-and-by I'd go tothe Isthmus, and charter some kind of sloop, and dig out Clyde'scanvas bags, and so go back to Greenough sticky with glory. Whetherit was laziness or ambition kept me so long at Portate I couldn'tsay. It was a pleasant life. It's a country where you don't noticetime. Yet its politics are lively, and the somewhat land has malaria, asyou might say; it has periodic shakes, earthquakes, "tremblors," theycall them, or "trembloritos," according to size.