"You sail to Panama.

You have an easy and safe land trip of a few days.

Then steamers again.

Poff! you are there.

By all means, the isthmus." We must allot a few more words of description to this Don Carlos Coronado.
Let no one expect a stage Spaniard, with the air of a matador or a guerrillero, who wears only picturesque and outlandish costumes, and speaks only magniloquent Castilian.