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Title: The Cuba review and bulletin
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Munson Steamship Line
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Publisher: New York : Munson Steamship Line
Contributing Library: The LuEsther T Mertz Library, the New York Botanical Garden
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ith-out a visit to the mos gran plantation—belong my cousin—big people. As we longbefore had found it useless to combat the Captain, we decided to fulfil our destiny withthe best possible grace. I think it was somewhere in the neighborhood of five—at any rate the milk vendershad begun their shrill chant of la lecha under our windows,—when we were arousedby the call of our faithful Ramon and we quickly completed our matutinal ablutions.In the midst of a dainty al fresco breakfast,—spicy coffee, luscious little red bananas, alli-gator pears and an irresistible morceau of a genuine Spanish omelette,—served inthe shrub-enclosed patio of our casa, in rushed El Capitan, his expressive face aglow with sat-isfaction, partlyat the success at-tending his ef-;r\ <r^ ^jJii^BIISi^B I i ^ JSM^. forts, and partly, I think at thedashing figure he !< fH?*!*! MfflHHHK^ IM^^ll ^ .Ji ...SHUVT*^^ TT^iSSi^Hi ^^^^ ^^ ^^i^ smart Khaki uniform.His yellow topboots were pol-ished till thev re-
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36 THE CUBA REVIEW fleeted the lithe, buoyant figure, and his gold mounted sword, a priceless heirloom, clangedmerrily on the tiles. A child of nature and impetuosity he was, and thoroughly likable! You ready? We commence! We fly! The horse he wait, he cried with a for-eigners true disregard for the correct terms in which to express his meaning; and withunerring military precision he marched us into the waiting gua-gua (carriage), shouteddirections to the cochero (driver), and jumped in himself, beaming and gesticulating. We reached the Muella de Luz. the ferry which conveys the Havanese to trains forthe Eastern provinces in time for the seven oclock morning boat, and rarely have Iseen in one place a more heterogeneous gathering. There was a party froin one of theEmbassies, both men and women, in up-to-date immaculate white linens, crowded upagainst a grinning group of negroes with half-clothed bab-cs squirming in their arms; therewere high-bred Spanish grandamcs, with pale powdered f

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