I think the bay of Panama, looking north from Taboga, compares very favorably with the bay of Naples, and reminds one somewhat of that famous sheet of water. A most romantic dell leads up to the top of the mountain from the convalescent hospital. Down this dell runs the only stream of water on the island, fed by springs near the top of the mountain, by way of this ravine. When one has finally reached the crest of the mountain a thousand feet above the level of the sea, the view on all sides is superb. To the north the mouth of the Canal, defended by the fortified islands of Naos, Perico and Flemenco; the city of Panama, Ancon mountain, and in the distance the continental divide of Culebra. To the south, the bay, extending some fifty or sixty miles, dotted with islands, large and small, and in the distance, the historic group of the Pearl Islands. The trail referred to gave access to the dozens of small pineapple farms located on each side of the ravine. Just as the trail reaches the top of the mountain there are three or four crosses, locating an equal number of graves. Every fall, in September, the whole village of Taboga turns out and has a religious procession which goes up to these graves and decorates them. The tradition among the natives is that when Sir Henry Morgan captured old Panama in 1670, he sent an expedition down to Taboga. The townsmen made a very brave resistance, but were slowly driven back by the pirates up the trail to the top of the mountain, where they made their final stand, and at last succeeded in beating off their enemies. The little burying-ground was the point where they made this stand, and the townsmen who were killed in the fight were buried where they fell. The yearly religious ceremony which I saw was kept up in commemoration of their brave fight. The bay north of Taboga is pretty well inclosed by the mainland on the northeast and west, and Taboga on the south. This piece of water is a favorite place for the collection of large schools of fish, and when these schools are in, all species of birds and fish follow in innumerable myriads. It is a very interesting sight to stand on the gallery of the convalescent hospital and see the thousands of pelicans and other species of birds diving and plunging after their prey. This is also a favorite nook for whales. I recollect on one occasion seeing as many as six in this little bay at the same time. They did not seem to be particularly shy, allowing us to approach them in the steam launch to within twenty-five or thirty yards.