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28 within. The travellers who had arrived before us had engaged all that was eatable - a few eggs - and an old hag in a corner was smoking coffee - sweetned with vile sugar. We ate some of our crackers - drunk from the water jar and sat down outside to rest. One of the carriers showed me a guavi tree down the hill and invited me to knock down the fruit - he [?] not himself. It looked luscious in its golden glory - but I was afraid to middle with isthmus fruits. In an hour we were again upon the road - toiling along with legs fast loosing their energy beneath the burning sun and the rugged path. Our greatest annoyances near the dead mules which every few rods - assailed us with horrible odors - victims of hurried emigration - and the dust which filled our nostrils - and bronzed our persons. We appeared to walk fast and labourously - yet it was nearing the close of day - when descending with winding steps a long hill we discried on an eminence in the hollow - ahead of us - the Half Wat Tent. Never were weary and hungry travellers more gratified with prospect of respite them were we. Arrived we disposed of our lady - disencumbered ourselves of our accoutrements - and felt the [?] of rest. We were called to supper after a long delay - for there were more travellers here them lemlords - and sat down - to a homely table - with homely tin service plate - to a supper of boiled beans - boiled rice - [?] cakes and millasses. Homily fare - served up amid dirt and confusion - but uh! The appetite - the relish - the luxury - a gourmond might envy. Every mouthful was a sweet morsel. After eating D N and myself - lighting signs - strolled out to view the place. It was a motley scene. Here was a bamboo ranch - and two tents - pitched by Americans - detained on the Isthmus - and neccesented to some means of support - and all surrounded by a crowd of Americans - [?] - carrier mules - hoses - luggage - guns &c. The mules had been unpacked - and even being watered and fed - carriers had unloosed their loads - were cooking their suppers - is rolled up in their blanket were stretched on the ground for the night. Men - women - picanninine - mules and baggage - in a state of confusion - a crown active and at rest. It was like swarming bees. I have heard the Six o'Clock - a species of Locusts - peculiar to the Torrid Zone - heard ony at that how each evening - when note resembles to the life a Rail Road Whistle. As it cam close and shrill from the distant hill. I could not divest myself of the idea - that I was in Albany and the Western Train was coming in. The association was very strong. I expected to see the cars emerge into the hollow each minute. Haply one of the hammocks fell to my lot