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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
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restwe passed hung heavy with gray moss and parasitic vines. There were many live oaks and palmettoes and some cypress. The land was stilgradually rising, finally becoming drier, grasscovered and grazed by herds of cattle and horses;but it was flat, always flat. Toward dusk we passed through Beaumont,the famous oil town. This is the fateful placewhere millions of dollars have been made andlost within a few months. Ten years ago a groupof our own Kanawha tenderfeet drilled here afour-hundred-foot dry hole, and abandoned theproject, finding no oil within a stones throw ofthe spot where, a few years later, Dan Lucasdrilled down eight hundred feet, and struck hisseventy-thousand-barrel gusher. There was an ex-cited boom throng at the station, and the trav-elers entering our car fairly buzzed thrilling talkof oil. Among them were a number of ladies,more bediamonded, bejeweled and begolded thanany group of femininity I ever saw before. Themen, too, wore flashing jewels and bore that dis- 40
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Southwestward to the Border tinct stamp which marks those who, with noncha-lance, win or lose a fortune in a night. They wereby all odds the toughest-looking lot of elegantlyclad men and women I ever yet beheld. We passed Houston near midnight, and in themorning by eight oclock were at San Antonio, acity of wide streets, and spacious parks adornedeverywhere with palms and palmettoes and semi-tropical shrubs. We entered a bus and drove amile to the station of the International and GreatNorthern Railway, which comes down from St.Louis and runs south seventy miles to Laredo, onthe Rio Grande and the Mexican border. Wepassed the bullet-battered walls of the famousAlamo, the hallowed shrine of every loyal Texan,then a large Roman Catholic Cathedral withSpanish roof and bell tower, a huge conventand several stately public buildings. San Antoniois a city of forty thousand people and the lastAmerican town of magnitude north of Mexico.At the station, where we waited half an hour, Isaw my first

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