is, without doubt, the most pestiferous for whites in the whole world.
The coast of Africa, which enjoys a dreadful reputation in this way, is
not so deadly in its climate as is Chagres. The thermometer ranges from
78° to 85° all the year, and it rains every day. Many a traveler who
has incautiously remained there for a few days and nights, has had
cause to remember Chagres; and many a gallant crew, who have entered
the harbor in full health, have, ere many days, found their final
resting place on the dank and malarious banks of the river. Bilious,
remittent, and congestive fever, in their most malignant forms, seem to
hover over Chagres, ever ready to pounce down on the stranger. Even the
acclimated resident of the tropics runs a great risk in staying any
time in Chagres; but the stranger fresh from the North and its
invigorating breezes, runs a most fearful one.