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Title: On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Edwards, William Seymour, 1856-1915
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Publisher: Cincinnati, Press of Jennings and Graham
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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d at ourvery feet—the extraordinarily clear atmospheremaking the volcano and neighboring peaks andranges look as though crowded hard against eachother, although they were many of them milesapart. My first herald of the approaching tropics wasa paraquita gorgeous In emerald and scarlet andgold, sitting on a stump watching me Intently, andthen I noticed a flock of parrots tumbling In theair. The road, a mere trail, was as steep as some ofthose which lead down from our Kanawha mines.We let the Jefe and his soldiers follow us, we tak-ing the lead. Down we went and down, and down,hour after hour. We passed palm trees, multitudesof bananas, and coffee trees. There were manyIndian huts by the wayside,—for we were on afamous, much traveled thoroughfare,—and atmost of them a bottle or gourd of pulque and fruitwere set out to tempt the traveler to buy. When almost down we came to the haciendaTejemanll, a great sugar estate, with an ancientmill run by water conveyed many miles from the 122
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Inguran Mines plateau. Here we rested half an hour, the Jefetransacted some business, and we ate deliciousoranges, small. In color a light yellow, and burstingwith slightly add juice. We were now on a level of palm orchards,whence the dried palm leaves are shipped to thehighlands In great bales. Then we came to an-other hacienda, a farm of a hundred thousandacres, La Playa, where the Jefe and his companywith their doomed prisoner took the diverging roadto La Huacana. Finally, we came to a broad val-ley, the valley of El Rio de la Playa, black withvolcanic sand, called the mal pais (bad land), thisbeing the Immediate region once devastated by theterrible eruption of volcano Jorullo. Here wereextensive banana groves, strange tropical treesquite new to me, orchids and palms and a stretchof several miles of Indigo and watermelon culti-vation. We then crossed another divide and camedown again just as the big hot sun dove behind themountains and precipitated the night. It was pitchdark when

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