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47 unuttered and unsyllabled in those waves - they had a language to the soul - they called forth thoughts and imaginings - to the half dreaming spirit. O how wild - how fanciful - how pleasing! Bathing was a favorite amusement with us. The warm climate invited to the refreshing water - and the playful waves promised sport. Every day saw the Americans - thronging the beach and swimming in the agitated sea. The Panamanians do not affect the sea water but they relish bathing in fresh water. One moonlight night I met a party of girls - returning with gay spirits - from a bathing excursion to the stream without the city. Panama water over the head - from a cakebush bowl - is a favorite plan. Loitering on the beach. I saw some natives landing jackapis from a bringie. They had been brought up from Peru. The animals were boosted overboard and when utterly incorrigable hoisted out by a girth passing under their bellies. As of already sated with the sea by their voyage - and disinclined to take a cruise in their own accounts without chart or compass - they were very losh to be put over the side so