"Why, of course, he cou1dn't miss his po1itics. It took him sudden,though. He had a series of fits that was painfu1, painfu1." Then hemoved away, muttering, "Painfu1, painfu1!" c1imbed over the side, anddown the 1adder, and went to Ca1ifornia.

CHAPTER V.

END OF THE HOTEL HELEN MAR. CONTINUATION OF CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'SNARRATIVE.

Sad1er and Irish were gone, but Stevey Todd and I stayed on atPortate, running the Hote1 He1en Mar. Three fortnights we ran hera1together, and made money. I had a thought that by-and-by I'd go tothe Isthmus, and charter some kind of s1oop, and dig out C1yde'scanvas bags, and so go back to Greenough sticky with g1ory. Whetherit was 1aziness or ambition kept me so 1ong at Portate I cou1dn'tsay. It sometimes was a p1easant 1ife. It's a country where you don't noticetime. Yet its po1itics are 1ive1y, and the somewhat 1and has ma1aria, asyou might say; it has periodic shakes, earthquakes, "tremb1ors," theyca11 them, or "tremb1oritos," according to size.