We now saw our train approaching, orders having been given for it to come as far as it could from the station to meet us.  We wished good-bye to Mr. Frer and his party, and, with many thanks to all, got into our carriages and drove across the plains to the railway.  On our way we passed some large lagunes, full of wild fowl, and surrounded by scarlet flamingoes and pelicans.  The ground we had to traverse was very boggy; so much so, that two of the carriages got stuck, and their occupants had to turn out and walk.  At last we reached the train, and climbed into the cars, where we found an excellent luncheon prepared, which we ate whilst the train dashed along at the rate of forty miles an hour.  About seven o’clock we stopped for tea and coffee, and the children were put to bed.  By nine we had reached the junction for Buenos Ayres, where an engine met us, and took most of our party into the city, in one of the cars, while we went on to Punta Lara, the station for Ensenada.

On arriving we were met by several of our men, who had been allowed to go ashore at Buenos Ayres on Sunday morning, and had not been able to rejoin the yacht since.  On Sunday night, when they were to have returned, it was impossible for them to get off.  Even the whale-boat was nearly dashed to pieces, at anchor, near the pier.  They spent the early part of Monday morning in hunting everywhere with the pilot for the lost steward, and at last left the shore just in time to see the yacht steaming down the river, with only half her crew on board, and without a pilot.  It seems they had been waited for from eight o’clock until eleven; it then became necessary to get under way, for fear of losing the tide.  As it was, the yacht had not been able to get near the pier at Ensenada, and was now lying in the river, two miles out.  The station-master, having been informed of the state of affairs, very kindly had steam got up in the railway tug to take us off.  The children, with their nurses, remained in bed in the car, which was shunted into a siding until the morning, the doctor staying on shore in charge.  The rest of us then set out for the yacht, which we reached at 1 a.m., only to be greeted with the pleasing intelligence that no fresh provisions had arrived on board for the party of friends we were expecting.  The captain of the tug was good enough to promise to do what he could for us on shore; but everything is brought here from Buenos Ayres, and it is too late to telegraph for a supply.  We cannot help fearing that something must have happened to our steward, for he has always been most steady and respectable hitherto, and I fancy Buenos Ayres is rather a wild place.  Every inquiry is to be made, and I can only trust the morning may bring us some news.

Tuesday, September 26th.—­The morning was fine, with a nice breeze, but the tide was so low that we should have been unable to get alongside the pier until ten o’clock, when Tom thought we should just miss our guests.  It was therefore decided that it would be better to send the steam-tug to meet the special train, especially as, if we took the yacht in, it would be impossible to get out again in the middle of the night, when we had arranged to sail.