"Yes," I replied, "and more than all her handsome girls."
"In that case," she said, "you should specially enjoy this trip^ for I believe there are many beautiful young ladies in Scalascala; but you surely have not yet forgotten the maids of other lands, whom we pictured in imagination to be so fair!"
"No," I answered, "but I fear that they have long forgotten me, and doubtless ere now look upon me as being no more."
"Sad thoughts to entertain," she said musingly; then, looking ahead, suddenly exclaimed: "See! there are the wooden towers of Scalascala."
Yes, I could see them plain enough; but my attention was now drawn in other directions, for we were entering a picturesque little harbour, which I began meditatively to compare with the bay at Atazatlan, when my sweet companion broke in,—
"I have long been looking forward to this excursion. What a lovely sight! There is much to be seen here, for Orangala is frequently known as the 'country of wonders.'"
We could now obtain a good view of the city itself, which was built on a tableland some distance above the sea. Although we were approaching the wharf, on which there was a very large concourse
