We could procure no bread this morning – our only refreshment was some hot coffee.  We then mounted our mules, and proceeded to Panama, a journey of seven miles. Sister M. Sebastian had not gone far, when her mule fell in a very swampy place, out of which the poor animal had not strength to extricate himself, although he tried by plunging several times, but to no purpose. So the rider dismounted and Mr. Butler compelled him to rise, and then kindly assisted Sister to get on her saddle again. A little farther on, poor Sister Honorine and mule gave out. Mr. Peck hired another mule, but finding Sister Honorine unable to ride, he agreed with four natives to carry her in a hammock for twenty dollars. An officer and some of the U.S. Soldiers accompanied her to Panama – they were very kind to her on the way, assisted her when vomiting, and administered doses of camphor. When she reached Panama, she was quite exhausted. The priest and doctor were sent for, and she had the happiness of going to confession about half an hour after arriving at the hotel. In the evening she received the holy Viaticum and Extreme Unction. During the night she appeared to suffer considerably from oppression, being in the collapsed state, still having her perfect senses.