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Title: With Speaker Cannon through the tropics : a descriptive story of a voyage to the West Indies, Venezuela and Panama: containing views of the Speaker upon our colonial possessions
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Moore, J. Hampton (Joseph Hampton), 1864-1950
Subjects: Cannon, Joseph Gurney, 1836-1926
Publisher: Philadelphia, The Book print
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Guaira to Caracas pays $8 a ton. Thetariffs imposed by A^enezuela are enough to stifle mostindustries. Shoes, for instance, pay a tariff of $2.40 apound. That is prohibitive. On the other hand, agricultureis suffering. There are no large operations. The farmeris getting along from hand to mouth. Coffee, the greatstaple, is bringing poor prices, and the planter fears to goahead. Tariffs, therefore, are the principal revenue pro-ducers. And vet the country is rich. Xature has givenus resources, the end of which no man can tell. We cantdevelop them without foreign labor and foreign capital,and neither will come without protection. The heat in the little car was becoming oppressive, andas )\Ir. ^loffat, the consul, was coming my way, I asked: Does it ever get cold up here in the mountains? Oh, yes, very cold. How cold? Well, came the answer, very deliberately, sometimesas low as 70 degrees. The farther we went on the La Guaira and Caracas Railway, the more inspiring became the scenery. We
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TTTiv RivruBUc OF vl:nivzui<:i,a. 153 were dragged by the side of precipices 1,500 feet deep. Itmade one shudder to look from the window. One momentwe would see a crag extending perpendicularly hundredsof yards above; the next, it would seem we were in aballoon, with all the world a dizzy way below. An old mule road, that once provided the only communi-cation between Caracas and La Guaira, pursued us all theway, now so near we could hear the crack of the muleteerswhip, and again so far the entire pack appeared but a speckon the mountain side. What if the spirit of enmity shouldinduce the native to drop a boulder from yonder over-towering crag, or tie a rail across the track beside theprecipice ? In a little while, with many curves and twists, we com-pletely lost our sense of direction. The curves were sopronounced that horseshoes grew to circles, and circlesgrew to eights. We doubled and crossed, until the quietvoice of the amiable McKinley was heard, above the puffingof the engine

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