“Looks very much like any other bay or gulf, I suppose,” observed Gus, as he and Oliver stood by the rail watching some sea-gulls as they winged their way around the ship.
“I guess water looks very much the same in all parts of the earth,” was Oliver’s reply.
“Mostly,” put in Mr. Whyland, who had overheard the last words; “although there are some places where it is quite different. Lake Como in Switzerland is as blue as indigo; the waters of some South American rivers are intensely green; and then there are the Red and Black Seas—so called from their general appearance.”
“I should like to see them all,” returned Oliver. “Some day, if I am able, I intend to become a great traveler.”
“It is very pleasant,” said the gentleman. “But it takes a lot of money, I can assure you.”
Early on the day following, land somewhere on the isthmus was seen; and late in the afternoon they steamed into the harbor at Aspinwall, and dropped anchor. The boys were eager to go ashore, but were told that no passengers would be allowed to land until the following morning.
“Well, so much of the journey is done,” said Oliver. “How I wish this was San Francisco Bay!”
“I don’t know as I do,” returned Gus. “Now that I’ve got over that nasty seasickness, I rather enjoy the trip.”
“I would too, if I didn’t have anything on my mind.”