Three gringos in Venezuela by Richard Harding Davis A Project Gutenberg eBook

THREE GRINGOS IN VENEZUELA AND CENTRAL AMERICA

The atmospheric breakwater was at the end of a muddy fruit wharf, a mile downwind.

That morning the ship was to sail for a port in Central America. We had boarded it in search of warm weather and other exotic things. When we left New York, the streets were lined with barricades of frozen snow. In Washington, the snow had disappeared, but the bitter cold still raged. And now, even south of New Orleans, we were shivering in our big coats. The newspapers had told of a man who had frozen to death in the street the night before. It seemed as if we would continue southward forever in search of warmth, but we realized that nature at every point of low latitude [2] was paying us the tribute of changing the seasons to destroy us.

So the first question we asked as we came from the breakwater side was not when we would first see land, but when we would arrive in warm weather.

There were four of us, including Young Somerset's servant, Charlwood. Henry Somerset was also there. He is a boy not yet old enough to have traveled farther than any of his busy countrymen that I know. In the last four years he has traveled the equivalent of five trips around the world. The third was Lloyd Griscom, of Philadelphia, who later moved to London and is serving in our embassy under the present administration. He had traveled south on doctor's orders and had joined us the day before.

We sat shivering under the shade of the upper deck, watching the flowers fall on both sides as we pushed through the last ninety miles of the Mississippi. Church steeples and roofs of houses rose from the low ground behind our toes, giving the impression of running on an elevated highway. The great river of steamboats,[3] which had been linked in our minds with images of war and the geography of school, passed by, belching out great plumes of black smoke. On the road to St. Louis and on each side were magnolias and ugly cotton and four-cornered rows of black people like barracks in a fortress.

At 6 o'clock when we arrived on the Gulf, the sun sank on the red disk in a desolate clever with long grass. The gray moss dropped, and the dead tree that grew on a naked branch stood from the swamp, as if it were a huge sign showing a road that could not go anywhere. It was the only trace of life that the wedding stopped dozens of birds on the branches, and the sky was moving heavy while raising a harsh and depressing voice in the sky. On both sides of the mu d-filled Mississippi River, unusual wetlands spread as long as they reach, as if each of the long grasses and the willow and each pillar of the embankment were illuminated by a large flame. The stagnant pond and water flow, which were shining black and vividly in the red sky, looked like a burning fire pond at a certain moment, and the next moment, when the light left, it became like an ink mirror. Except for the stable breathing of the steam engine, the silence was the silence of the night Nile.

[For the next three days, we went south to the Mexico Bay from Mississippi Delta to the Caribbean Sea. It was moonlight in the evening, the sun and the blue sea were kept horizontally, and the ships were clean, and the ships were clean.

The passengers were banana planters and engineers heading for Panama and Blue Fields, and we asked many questions about exchange rates, rainy season, distance and means of transportation. At 6 o'clock when we arrived on the Gulf, the sun sank the red disk in a desolate culmination with long grass. The gray moss dropped, and the dead tree that grew on a naked branch stood from the swamp, as if it were a huge sign showing a road that could not go anywhere. It was the only trace of life that the wedding stopped dozens of birds on the branches, and the sky was moving heavy while raising a harsh and depressing voice in the sky. On both sides of the mu d-filled Mississippi River, unusual wetlands spread as long as they reach, as if each of the long grasses and the willow and each pillar of the embankment were illuminated by a large flame. The stagnant pond and water flow, which were shining black and vividly in the red sky, looked like a burning fire pond at a certain moment, and the next moment, when the light left, it became like an ink mirror. Except for the stable breathing of the steam engine, the silence was the silence of the night Nile.

The passengers were banana planters and engineers heading for Panama and Blue Fields, and we asked many questions about exchange rates, rainy season, distance and means of transportation. At 6 o'clock when we arrived on the Gulf, the sun sank on the red disk in a desolate clever with long grass. The gray moss dropped, and the dead tree that grew on a naked branch stood from the swamp, as if it were a huge sign showing a road that could not go anywhere. It was the only trace of life that the wedding stopped dozens of birds on the branches, and the sky was moving heavy while raising a harsh and depressing voice in the sky. On both sides of the mu d-filled Mississippi River, unusual wetlands spread as long as they reach, as if each of the long grasses and the willow and each pillar of the embankment were illuminated by a large flame. The stagnant pond and water flow, which were shining black and vividly in the red sky, looked like a burning fire pond at a certain moment, and the next moment, when the light left, it became like an ink mirror. Except for the stable breathing of the steam engine, the silence was the silence of the night Nile.

The passengers were banana planters and engineers heading for Panama and Blue Fields, and we asked many questions about exchange rates, rainy season, distance and means of transportation.

When the earth came, it appeared in the form of a little island suspended in the air above the horizon; like the tops of trees, without supporting trunks, and without low clouds. They made the skirmish of the Yucatan, the north drive of Central America, which from our deck looked as innocent as the sands of Jersey, but which, according to our pilot, was inhabited by savage Indians, who massacre those who have the misfortune of being shipwrecked there, and who refuse to pay their taxes to Mexico. But it was only when we passed the length of a ruinous Temple of the Sun, standing on a promontory of land, with its regular, heavy, sheer columns conspicuous like those of the Parthenon. It was interesting to find such a monument a few days outside New Orleans.[5] And so on the third day we left the Mexican state, and sailed up the coast of British Honduras, to reach Belize, its chief port and capital. British Honduras was once part of Spain, as was Central America, and its bays and islands made it a picturesque paradise for English and other pirates. In the 17th century, English pirates came here, acquired a base, expanded by leases and conquests, and is now a British dependency. It is a small piece of land between Yucatan and Guatemala, with a maximum length of 174 kilometers and running 68 kilometers inland.

Belize is a beautiful village of 6, 000 people living in a low and wide roof bungalow, lying white on the border between cacao's wave and tall elegant palm trees. Until we arrived at the capital of Honduras, Spain, Belize, of course, was the last civilized town we saw. British colonies are always civilized. Regardless of the latitude, it is always the same, always [6] clearly British. Everyone knows that British people will bring their own atmosphere no matter where they go, but that truth was not so impressive, as Belize. There were less than 200 British men and women, but half of their tw o-day stay could see all the British characteristic. There were several concessions to the British minister and vast indigenous people. But, despite its environment, it was the UK, the UK, like the Singing of the ship's steward, a strange currency picked up at a port in the Republic of Spain. However, the Queen's profile is drawn on one side, and the other side is simply written as "1 shilling" is worth the original.

Belize, Government House

[8] In addition, in the advertisement of boarding guidance, "Sunday fun" and H. H. and Pelican officers cricket with local elevens under the tropical sun, in parliament and government residence. , A leather stamp with a large stamped v. R. on the initials is also pressed. An American official who could adapt to the hot weather would have prepared a bamboo chair with a large backrest, or provided a rocking chair to Congress. Belize is a beautiful village of 6, 000 people living in a low and large roof bungalow, lying white on the border between cacao's wave and tall elegant palm tree. Until we arrived at the capital of Honduras, Spain, Belize, of course, was the last civilized town we saw. British colonies are always civilized. Regardless of the latitude, it is always the same, always [6] clearly British. Everyone knows that British people will bring their own atmosphere no matter where they go, but that truth was not so impressive, as Belize. There were less than 200 British men and women, but half of their tw o-day stay could see all the British characteristic. There were several concessions to the British minister and vast indigenous people. But, despite its environment, it was the UK, the UK, like the Singing of the ship's steward, a strange currency picked up at a port in the Republic of Spain. However, the Queen's profile is drawn on one side, and the other side is simply written as "1 shilling" is worth the original.

Belize, Government House

[8] In addition, in the advertisement of boarding guidance, "Sunday fun" and H. H. and Pelican officers cricket with local elevens under the tropical sun, in parliament and government residence. , A leather stamp with a large stamped v. R. on the initials is also pressed. An American official who could adapt to the hot weather would have prepared a bamboo chair with a large backrest, or provided a rocking chair to Congress. Belize is a beautiful village of 6, 000 people living in a low and wide roof bungalow, lying white on the border between cacao's wave and tall elegant palm trees. Until we arrived at the capital of Honduras, Spain, Belize, of course, was the last civilized town we saw. British colonies are always civilized. Regardless of the latitude, it is always the same, always [6] clearly British. Everyone knows that British people will bring their own atmosphere no matter where they go, but that truth was not so impressive, as Belize. There were less than 200 British men and women, but half of their tw o-day stay could see all the British characteristic. There were several concessions to the British minister and vast indigenous people. But, despite its environment, it was the UK, the UK, like the Singing of the ship's steward, a strange currency picked up at a port in the Republic of Spain. However, the Queen's profile is drawn on one side, and the other side is simply written as "1 shilling" is worth the original.

Belize, Government House

[9] Lightfoot agreed to let us land for a quarter of a dollar each. He had a big sailing ship, and everyone called him Lightfoot, and seemed to know him at a glance, so we called him Lightfoot. He was very black, and at least light, and spoke English with the soft, unhesitant politeness that characterizes the natives' way of speaking. It was Sunday on the mainland, and Sunday is a day of course in the British colonies. The natives, therefore, dressed in starched white clothes, went to some church, five or six abreast. But there were a few black soldiers of the West India Regiment, in smart uniforms with zouaves and turbans, who gave us a taste of the local color.

SIR ALFRED MOLONEY (center figure)

Somerset had received a letter from Washington's ambassador to Sir Alfred Moloney (K. C. M. G.), Governor of British Honduras. After four days of the steward's sumptuous dinners at 4 p. m., we were eager for a change of time and food. [11] The Government House in Belize is a very large building, facing the bay, and on a warm day the veranda offers a great view and a fresh breeze. Beyond the veranda, covered with cannons and a grassy tennis court, is the blue sea, and four sentinels marching in the hot sun.

Somerset passed the first guard safely, and we sat down on the grass across the road to wait, and were saddened to see him go straight to the kitchen, still holding the ambassador's letter in his hand. We then rose to call out to him to go the other way, but he was ashamed, and walked up and down the gravel path, looking as if he could not decide where he wanted to go, like a grenadier before St. James's Palace. As it happened, His Excellency Y. was out, so Somerset left our card and letter, and we walked along the leafy, well-kept streets, admiring the parrots, the monkeys on chains, and the black English girls in white cotton stockings and Sunday-school books under their arms. We tried unsuccessfully to enter the prison, mistaking it for a convent, and returned by the palm-lined avenue to the International Hotel, where we dined. .

Temple of Astrophimos, Belize

[14] We agreed that it was the first dinner on the coast to have a long and wonderful dinner while drinking several types of wine. The International Hotel is a fou r-story large hotel with a balcony on each floor. In the dark, we wandered the first three of them, and we came to one woman with three children. The woman said at 4:00 pm at Belize, and said he shouldn't expect dinner at 7:00. Her husband appears at night, she doesn't get paid even if she protects the hotel, at least he has no salary, and hasn't renewed his license, so we can't drink anything He told me that even if he had a license, he wouldn't sell anything on Sunday. He said he was affected by malaria, and as a result, he had a dark view of his life. However, we praised the beauty of the three children, and did not correct him when he slaughtered us for an officer near a British cannon at the port. One of the reasons he finally gave us a cold dinner under the light of a smoked lamp and gave me a stout bottle. We should have enjoyed dinner at Belize. Despite being disappointed, he never followed the Sama set, greasecom and me, with His Majesty, hig h-end linen and champagne, and probably cold chicken with ice. I took him to a meal at the official residence, thinking of his appearance of continuing to eat beans. The light foot sent us to the ship with sad silence, and we succeeded in regaining sel f-esteem on the block, talking to each other about the most important people who had dinner together. The set was wrapped in a brass and Shinji Calisty's performance and the sound of a gentle man ofwar, and the alleved bells resounded, and the Admiral and Lieutenant, a gold race, spared a polite parting with salute. This was the end of the blow, threatening that he kept him a shark prey, unless he kept him on the ship and would never leave us again. [14] We agreed that it was the first dinner on the coast to have a long and wonderful dinner while drinking several types of wine. The International Hotel is a fou r-story large hotel with a balcony on each floor. In the dark, we wandered the first three of them, and we came to one woman with three children. The woman said at 4:00 pm at Belize, and said he shouldn't expect dinner at 7:00. Her husband appears at night, she doesn't get paid even if she protects the hotel, at least he has no salary, and hasn't renewed his license, so we can't drink anything He told me that even if he had a license, he wouldn't sell anything on Sunday. He said he was affected by malaria, and as a result, he had a dark view of his life. However, we praised the beauty of the three children, and did not correct him when he slaughtered us for an officer near a British cannon at the port. One of the reasons he finally gave us a cold dinner under the light of a smoked lamp and gave me a stout bottle. We should have enjoyed dinner at Belize. Despite being disappointed, he never followed the Sama set, greasecom and me, with His Majesty, hig h-end linen and champagne, and probably cold chicken with ice. I took him to a meal at the official residence, thinking of his appearance of continuing to eat beans. The light foot sent us to the ship with sad silence, and we succeeded in regaining sel f-esteem on the block, on the block, talking to each other about the most important people who had eaten together. The set was wrapped in a brass and Shinji Calisty's performance and the sound of a gentle man ofwar, and the alleved bells resounded, and the Admiral and Lieutenant, who were in the gold racing, spared their salute and polite parting. This was the end of the blow, threatening that he kept him a shark prey, unless he kept him on the ship and would never leave us again. [14] We agreed that it was the first dinner on the coast to have a long and wonderful dinner while drinking several types of wine. The International Hotel is a fou r-story large hotel with a balcony on each floor. In the dark, we wandered the first three of them, and we came to one woman with three children. The woman said at 4:00 pm at Belize, and said he shouldn't expect dinner at 7:00. Her husband appears at night, she doesn't get paid even if she protects the hotel, at least he has no salary, and hasn't renewed his license, so we can't drink anything He told me that even if he had a license, he wouldn't sell anything on Sunday. He said he was affected by malaria, and as a result, he had a dark view of his life. However, we praised the beauty of the three children, and did not correct him when he slaughtered us for an officer near a British cannon at the port. One of the reasons he finally gave us a cold dinner under the light of a smoked lamp and gave me a stout bottle. We should have enjoyed dinner at Belize. Despite being disappointed, he never followed the Sama set, greasecom and me, with His Majesty, hig h-end linen and champagne, and probably cold chicken with ice. I took him to a meal at the official residence, thinking of his appearance of continuing to eat beans. The light foot sent us to the ship with sad silence, and we succeeded in regaining sel f-esteem on the block, on the block, talking to each other about the most important people who had eaten together. The set was wrapped in a brass and Shinji Calisty's performance and the sound of a gentle man ofwar, and the alleved bells resounded, and the Admiral and Lieutenant, who were in the gold racing, spared their salute and polite parting. This was the end of the blow, threatening that he kept him a shark prey, unless he kept him on the ship and would never leave us again.

and discipline was restored when he declared that he had received an invitation from the Governor for breakfast and lunch the next morning. The Captain apologized the next day for the informal [16] manner in which he had sent us the invitation, and I thought it best not to mention that the invitation had been delivered by a young man who was hanging by his ankles from the side of the ship, holding his helmet in one hand and the gangway railing in the other.

There is much to be said about Berry's, for in its way it was one of the most beautiful ports with which we have come into contact, its cleanliness and order being in such a great contrast to the ports which we visited afterwards, that they were not picturesque or foreign to us at that time, but which rendered them more remarkable. There are highway commissioners, district commissioners, and under them supervisors, boards of education, and judicial boards, each of whom has a set task in this little government, and is entirely responsible to the representatives of the big government across the sea. And I was relieved to learn in the colony's blue book that the health of the port has improved tremendously during these three years.

Belize, Main Street

[18] Monday showed us an almost entirely different Belize from what we had seen the day before. The shops were open and bustling, and the market was filled with yellow oranges and bananas and strange fruits, with front rails of robes and richly colored turbans and [19] smoky fat cigars. There were judicial shows and parades of prisoners, who, despite being handcuffed, were very reluctant to stop to take photographs. The Governor showed us around a botanical garden with foodstuffs from all over the world and plants that absorb malaria from the air, and tempted us with hints of Belize's social life. But the bulwark did not expect such frivolity, so we said goodbye to Belize and its hospitable Governor, and then walked under the banner of curiosity, meeting at every step the despotic little rules and safeguards that mark an unstable government.

Livingstone was like a village on the coast of East Africa compared to Belize. On the Atlantic side it is the main port of Guatemala, and Guatemala is the most advanced of all the Central American republics. But its civilization is on the Pacific side, and does not extend to its eastern borders. [20]

Native women in Livingstone

One of the most beautiful, the king palm, and one of the ugliest, the undulating space house. Never has nature looked more extravagant and luxurious than in this hot latitude. But as soon as nature has made a harbor to her liking, and has made it in the best condition to be a refuge from those approaching by sea, the civilized man comes along and ruins the beauty of the place forever by pounding together square zinc walls. The natives, who do not care for customs duties, [21] help nature with yellow sugarcane huts and walls, and add to the more pretentious houses curvilinear red tiles, thus completing the picture. But the "foreigners," that is, those from within, are in a hurry, and want something that can withstand earthquakes and cyclones. Turning my back on the Livingstone customs and the rows of open-fronted wooden shops, I turned my eyes towards the hill on which the town stands, and there I saw not houses, but houses made of the mud and wood of the land itself. There were no roads in the village, and the houses had no doors. The houses, with their bare mud floors, looked as strange as any other, except for the naked children crawling about them. The sun and rain seemed to flow freely in and out of them, and they all lived at the back of the houses, under a roof that shaded an earthen oven. The natives were mostly black coal, and the women, in spite of the mud floor beneath and the mud walls around them, were clean, and wore white robes that fell wide down their arms, leaving their breasts and shoulders bare. They were very simple and hospitable people, and came by train from all over the settlement to be photographed.[22]

We saw Central American soldiers for the first time in Livingstone, but I was very surprised despite hearing a lot. The oldest soldier we saw was 18 years old, and the youngest was about 9 years old. They were wearing a blue denim military uniform with white tape, and their military uniforms were different depending on the frequency of washing. The young people had half of the barrel, or have a bayonet, and dragged the stakes on the ground.

THE EXILED LOTTERY

Guatemala's young President Barrios has some very smart soldiers in the capital and wear German military uniforms. However, his discipline does not reach the Caribbean Sea.

Guatemala Army in Livingston

[24] The Durse river entered from the Rivering Ston, and it was said that one of the old ones was more beautiful than the Rhine river, so it was one of the things to see in Central America. The man who taught it said he had heard it in the hearing that he had never been to the Rhine, but he knew the gentleman he had been. The Rhine, which is visible from his mouth, flows into the caribbean sea between large and dark embankments, such as Parisase [25] on the other side of Dobsferry, and is covered with green that can not be thick.

Port Barrios barracks

The Port Barrios, which arrives in a few hours, is located at the edge of the railway, and is lined up with all kinds of devastation of nature, such as zinc storage, tied bands, and rusted locomotives. The town consists of an indigenous hut along the coast, and the end point is a hospital. Each house has a copy of the New York Police Bulletin, and White Makan will get a noisy light about the habits and virtues of living in North America [26]. Most of the passengers got off the boat here. I met them while taking bananas, but they wandered the place without expression, all nature was beautiful, and only civilized people were unpleasant, so fate their Blueprint and transmitter. He was sadly smiling in the fate. We first saw Central American soldiers in the living ston, but I was very surprised despite hearing a lot. The oldest soldier we saw was 18 years old, and the youngest was about 9 years old. They were wearing a blue denim military uniform with white tape, and their military uniforms were different depending on the frequency of washing. The young people had half of the barrel, or have a bayonet, and dragged the stakes on the ground.

Guatemala's young President Barrios has some very smart soldiers in the capital and wear German military uniforms. However, his discipline does not reach the Caribbean Sea.

Guatemala Army in Livingston

Port Barrios barracks

The Port Barrios, which arrives in a few hours, is located at the edge of the railway, and is lined up with all kinds of devastation of nature, such as zinc storage, tied bands, and rusted locomotives. The town consists of an indigenous hut along the coast, and the end point is a hospital. Each house has a copy of the New York Police Bulletin, and White Makan will get a noisy light about the habits and virtues of living in North America [26]. Most of the passengers got off the boat here. I met them while taking bananas, but they wandered the place without expression, all nature was beautiful, and only civilized people were unpleasant, so fate their Blueprint and transmitter. He was sadly smiling in the fate. We saw Central American soldiers for the first time in Livingstone, but I was very surprised despite hearing a lot. The oldest soldier we saw was 18 years old, and the youngest was about 9 years old. They were wearing a blue denim military uniform with white tape, and their military uniforms were different depending on the frequency of washing. The young people had half of the barrel, or have a bayonet, and dragged the stakes on the ground.

Guatemala's young President Barrios has some very smart soldiers in the capital and wear German military uniforms. However, his discipline does not reach the Caribbean Sea.

Guatemala Army in Livingston

Port Barrios barracks

We stayed in the barrios late into the night, wandering the ruined decks and watching the shark slides with phosphorescent lights in the shore huts. At midnight we weighed anchor, and in the morning pulled into Puerto Cortés, the principal port of Spanish Honduras. Here the first half of our voyage ended, and we traded our decks for Mexican saddles and our hardtack for torpedoes.

Some years ago, while passing through Texas, I asked a young man in a smoking car if he knew where the American troops were then driving somewhere along the Texas-Mexico border, engaged in suppressing the so-called Garza Revolution.

The young man showed neither amusement nor surprise at the sudden question, but answered promptly, naturally, and at length. "Go to San Antonio, take the train to Laredo on the Mexican border, change to the freight train at Corpus Christi, which runs once a day, and get off at Pena Station. Pena is just a water tank, but you can rent a horse there and go to San Rosario Ranch. Captain Hardy is in Rosario with Troop G, 3rd Cavalry. He's called the riding captain [28], and he's the only one who can show you in Garza's costume."

At that moment, the locomotive whistle blew and the train stopped at the station. "And the young man stood up and said, 'I'm going to finish here.'

He was a very dignified young man, and articulate, so I followed his instructions. If the story that followed was not interesting, it was my fault, not the fortune-telling counselor's.

A few months ago, when I went to Delmonico's, the same young man passed through the room and stopped next to my table.

"He said, 'I met you in a smoking car in Texas. Well, I've got a better story for you now than you'll get anywhere in New York. Go to Puerto Cortez, a little bay on the east coast of Honduras in Central America, and check out the Louisiana Lottery there. It was once the biggest gambling operation in the world, but now it's banished to a mud house covered in palm oil, and from there it spreads across America, spitting its faeces on thousands and thousands of victims like a giant octopus. I hope you [29] go there and write an article about it. Goodnight. And then he smiled and nodded again, and walked across the room and disappeared onto Broadway. The man I'd only met once, in the smoking car, If someone interrupted me during a break to suggest that I was wasting my time in New York and should go to the reefs of Central America to write about illegal lotteries, I would be bothered, even if they didn't ruin my dinner. At least I was curious enough to return to my room at the same time and try to find Puerto Cortés on the map. And then, when the cold snap came and turned Madison Square green into an island of snow and surrounded by a sea of slippery asphalt, I remembered the palm trees and headed south for exotic charm. And so the chapter and the book were written.

Anyone who goes to the theater in America has read those mysterious words in the program ads that begin, "Conrad! Conrad! Conrad!" Conrad! Conrad! Conrad! "In assuming the presidency of the Honduran National Lottery Company (Louisiana State Lottery Company), I do not intend to abandon my presidency of the Gulf Coast Ice and Production Company, Bay St. Louis, Missouri.

[30] "As such, they are available for any suggestions of supplies, machinery, etc., and for any business correspondence."

"Paul Conrad, Puerto Cortes, Honduras,

"Care Central America Express, Fort Tampa City, Florida, U. S. A."

Probably, I read this ad many times, and Mr. Conrad solicites the correspondence on various themes, especially related to "all business contacts", and the letter addressed to Puerto Cortes. You would have enjoyed how to explain at the same time that you stopped immediately with a tampa.

After an anonymous friend told me about Puerto Cortes, I was eager to read this program, and Puerto Cortes had a very mysterious moment, a port that had some darkness and the possibility of an adventure. It became. As a company legally chartered by Louisiana, a chain and collar on the members of the Diet, the Senator, the judge and the editor, the voices of the church and the sermon, and a large amount of donations to charitable groups and hospitals. The people donated one hand with one hand of $ 500 and $ 600. His brand, written in the prints of the open face "" ", is the same as the name of the newspaper itself, in all newspapers in the United States. I remembered the time. When he was a moment before he was scanned on the street, he was not sent by mail, and he was not confused by the federal government that was not sent by mail. It is.

It's not enough to remember to remember. Lottery is free and grand projects at the Charles Theater, General Bolegard and General Early moderated these rituals, and at least for the Lottery Standards to help the reason for obviously won. It was just a few years ago that the glorious name was sold. At that time, the state lottery cleared $ 7 million a year, and General Bolegard and General Early eventually expressed the opposition to the lottery company and drove the lottery company to the Supreme Court and ministers. The government has returned much more than the amount paid by the government. Probably read this ad many times, and Conrad recruits correspondence on various themes, especially "all business contacts", and the letter addressed to such a letter. You would have enjoyed the way to explain at the same time that it would not reach and stopped immediately with a tumper.

It's not enough to remember to remember. Lottery is free and grand projects at the Charles Theater, General Bolegard and General Early moderated these rituals, and at least for the Lottery Standards to help the reason for obviously won. It was just a few years ago that the glorious name was sold. At that time, the state lottery cleared $ 7 million a year, and General Bolegard and General Early eventually expressed the opposition to the lottery company and drove the lottery company to the Supreme Court and ministers. The government has returned much more than the amount paid by the government. Probably, I read this ad many times, and Mr. Conrad solicites the correspondence on various themes, especially related to "all business contacts", and the letter addressed to Puerto Cortes. You would have enjoyed how to explain at the same time that you stopped immediately with a tampa.

In the past, there have been many attempts to crush this lottery [32], and the state lottery is called "national shame" and "modern slave system", and the Louisiana has flourished in the state of the state. It was called the stain that remains on the map of Japan, as in Utah, which ignored the federal law. The last rally against the lottery was held in 1890, and the company's rental contract expired, and the directors have applied to Congress to update. At that time, he rarely paid and received a spectacular amount. Perhaps it will not be told how much she actually earned, but from an enemy's point of view, her income would not have been as good as the company itself spent. For example, an advertising cost, for example, was one of the main expenses of her, which is only $ 40, 000 a year, less than the advertising expenses paid by the soap manufacturer for the same period. Before this bribe, all newspapers in New Orleans and Louisiana, except for a small number of special exceptions, reminds me of the lottery tools and only saying good things, but rather discouraged. 。 This amount can add the salary, prize money, the cost of printing and mailing tickets, and the tax revenue of Sacramento and Louisiana.

The end of all of this was the Director of the trapemaker post office, which refused the leakage of the lottery from Louisiana's lottery. In the past, there have been many attempts to crush this lottery [32], and the state lottery is called "national shame" and "modern slave system", and Louisiana is a polygamy. Like Utah, which flourished in the precincts and ignored the federal law, it was called the score that remains on the map of Japan. The last rally against the lottery was held in 1890, and the company's rental contract expired, and the directors have applied to Congress to update. At that time, he rarely paid and received a spectacular amount. Perhaps it will not be told how much she actually earned, but from an enemy's point of view, her income would not have been as good as the company itself spent. For example, an advertising cost, for example, was one of the main expenses of her, which is only $ 40, 000 a year, less than the advertising expenses paid by the soap manufacturer for the same period. Before this bribe, all newspapers in New Orleans and Louisiana, except for a small number of special exceptions, reminds me of the lottery tools and only saying good things, but rather discouraged. 。 This amount can add the salary, prize money, the cost of printing and mailing tickets, and the tax revenue of Sacramento and Louisiana.

The end of all of this was the Director of the trapemaker post office, which refused the leakage of the lottery from Louisiana's lottery. In the past, there have been many attempts to crush this lottery [32], and the state lottery is called "national shame" and "modern slave system", and the Louisiana has flourished in the state of the state. It was called the stain that remains on the map of Japan, as in Utah, which ignored the federal law. The last rally against the lottery was held in 1890, and the company's rental contract expired, and the directors have applied to Congress to update. At that time, he rarely paid and received a spectacular amount. Perhaps it will not be told how much she actually earned, but from an enemy's point of view, her income would not have been as good as the company itself spent. For example, an advertising cost, for example, was one of the main expenses of her, which is only $ 40, 000 a year, less than the advertising expenses paid by the soap manufacturer for the same period. Before this bribe, all newspapers in New Orleans and Louisiana, except for a small number of special exceptions, reminds me of the lottery tools and only saying good things, but rather discouraged. 。 This amount can add the salary, prize money, the cost of printing and mailing tickets, and the tax revenue of Sacramento and Louisiana.

The end of all of this was the Director of the trapemaker post office, which refused the leakage of the lottery from Louisiana's lottery.

Since then, letters to lottery in the country or letters, letters, and newspaper advertisements, which have been found to have been described in the lottery, cannot be passed through the mail. This decision was informed before the lease renewal was voted by the Louisiana Congress, and lottery lotteryers cannot pay $ 1 million per year under this new restriction [34]. He knew that he had stopped passing a bill to renew the lease, and said he had left it without fighting. I don't know if it's true, but there's no way to pass the bill, and the biggest draw in history loses the place to turn the wheels, has no map or house, and has hundreds of thousands of supporters. It was cut off. However, he did not lose, even if he was fraudulent, expelled, and expelled. He maintained an agent nationwide, just waited to drop his money on his knees, and still maintained customers who are still expecting the next scheme to bring a lot of prize money.

For a while, the draw was chased from the pillars to the pillars, and were eagerly beaten here and there for a destination. At first it didn't work. The first rejection was from Mexico, and she proposed to relocate the factory, but the Mexican government was greedy and wanted too much for themselves. Later, the Republic of Colombia and the Nicaragua Republic of the Nicaragua seduced the honor of giving a name to the new company, but because they rejected this honor, Hondurasu, who was finally the most advanced and most debt in Central America. I would be pleading for the Republic [35].

The expelled lottery building Lines to the lottery in the country or letters that have been described in the lottery, newspaper advertisements, cannot be passed through the mail. This decision was informed before the lease renewal was voted by the Louisiana Congress, and lottery lotteryers cannot pay $ 1 million per year under this new restriction [34]. He knew that he had stopped passing a bill to renew the lease, and said he had left it without fighting. I don't know if it's true, but there's no way to pass the bill, and the biggest draw in history loses the place to turn the wheels, has no map or house, and has hundreds of thousands of supporters. It was cut off. However, he did not lose, even if he was fraudulent, expelled, and expelled. He maintained an agent nationwide, just waited to drop his money on his knees, and still maintained customers who are still expecting the next scheme to bring a lot of prize money.

Since the expelled lottery building, letters to the lottery in the country or letters, letters, and newspaper advertisements, which have been found to have mentioned the lottery, cannot be passed through the mail. This decision was informed before the lease renewal was voted by the Louisiana Congress, and lottery lotteryers cannot pay $ 1 million per year under this new restriction [34]. He knew that he had stopped passing a bill to renew the lease, and said he had left it without fighting. I don't know if it's true, but there's no way to pass the bill, and the biggest draw in history loses the place to turn the wheels, has no map or house, and has hundreds of thousands of supporters. It was cut off. However, he did not lose, even if he was fraudulent, expelled, and expelled. He maintained an agent nationwide, just waited to drop his money on his knees, and still maintained customers who are still expecting the next scheme to bring a lot of prize money.

Exiled treasure lottery building

Honduras agreed to accept the exile by paying $ 20, 000 a year and 20 percent of his total income, and giving names and protection. It seems that this was a very advantageous arrangement for a country that had not paid for 12 years of government bond interest [36]. However, in the two years when the lottery was approved in Honduras, four presidents, several revolutions and the government appeared and disappeared, so the benefits of this agreement were not clear, but the lottery in Puerto Cortes. The first draft was held two years ago. The company celebrated this opportunity with the sad imitation of the former matrix and ceremony. Many celebration events and speeches were held, and special trains were operated from inland to invite important indigenous people to the ceremony. However, the train fell on the track four times and was just one day late. The young man in charge of the train told me that, and he added that he did not believe the lottery.

For the past two years, when the representatives of the company have traveled to the capital for nine days to push the opposition of the new presidents, and in the meantime, the same representatives returned to the coast, and others in the United States. I was looking for the position of the company. The necessity was obvious and urgent. The need to keep the plan away from the country and let go of the old name and the [37] brand were very serious, although it was partially overcome. It wasn't a problem where and where to turn. However, to survive the company, it was necessary to receive mail and distribute tickets in addition to the hot and hot ports of Honduras. Honduras agreed to accept and protect the exiles by paying $ 20, 000 a year and 20 % of his total income. It seems that this was a very advantageous arrangement for a country that had not paid for 12 years of government bond interest [36]. However, in the two years when the lottery was approved in Honduras, four presidents, several revolutions and the government appeared and disappeared, so the benefits of this agreement were not clear, but the lottery in Puerto Cortes. The first draft was held two years ago. The company celebrated this opportunity with the sad imitation of the former matrix and ceremony. Many celebration events and speeches were held, and special trains were operated from inland to invite important indigenous people to the ceremony. However, the train fell on the track four times and was just one day late. The young man in charge of the train told me that, and he added that he did not believe the lottery.

IN HONDURAS

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For the past two years, when the representatives of the company have traveled to the capital for nine days to push the opposition of the new presidents, and in the meantime, the same representatives returned to the coast, and others in the United States. I was looking for the position of the company. The necessity was obvious and urgent. The need to keep the plan away from the country and let go of the old name and the [37] brand were very serious, although it was partially overcome. It wasn't a problem where and where to turn. However, to survive the company, in addition to the hot and hot ports of Honduras, there was a place where you could receive mail and distribute tickets. Honduras agreed to accept the exile by paying $ 20, 000 a year and 20 percent of his total income, and giving names and protection. It seems that this was a very advantageous arrangement for a country that had not paid for 12 years of government bond interest [36]. However, in the two years when the lottery was approved in Honduras, four presidents, several revolutions and the government appeared and disappeared, so the benefits of this agreement are not clear, but the lottery in Puerto Cortes. The first draft was held two years ago. The company celebrated this opportunity with the sad imitation of the former matrix and ceremony. Many celebration events and speeches were held, and special trains were operated from inland to invite important indigenous people to the ceremony. However, the train fell on the track four times and was just one day late. The young man in charge of the train told me that, and he added that he did not believe the lottery.

Others in the United States when the company's representatives have been on a business trip to the capital for 9 days to push the opposition of the new presidents for the past two years, and during that time the same representative returned to the coast. I was looking for the position of the company. The necessity was obvious and urgent. The need to keep the plan away from the country and let go of the old name and the [37] brand were very serious, although it was partially overcome. It was not a matter of where to turn the rudder. However, to survive the company, it was necessary to receive mail and distribute tickets in addition to the hot and hot ports of Honduras.

The lottery could not be overcome this difficulty completely, but with the help of Express companies in the country, we were able to make substitutes. Using this cumbersome and expensive transportation means, the directors tried to continue the business of carrying 20, 000 letters in 24 hours during the time when the post office was helped. This port is the heavens of prize money, and is also the hometown of the unfortunate British people who have invested in the swamps under the delusion of buying urban land and orange farms. So the tampa became their hometown. Although the state parliament has proved that it will not rot, as the lottery operator itself tells me, we understand that they must not interfere with the [38] Express company. Yes, for the next many years, other lotteries have never set up in Florida. Lottery, of course, could not overcome this difficulty completely, but with the help of Express companies in this country, we were able to make substitutes. Using this cumbersome and expensive transportation means, the directors tried to continue the business of carrying 20, 000 letters in 24 hours during the time when the post office was helped. This port is the heavens of prize money, and is also the hometown of the unfortunate British people who have invested in the swamps under the delusion of buying urban land and orange farms. So the tampa became their hometown. Although the state parliament has proved that it will not rot, as the lottery operator itself tells me, we understand that they must not interfere with the [38] Express company. Yes, for the next many years, other lotteries have never set up in Florida. The lottery could not be overcome this difficulty completely, but with the help of Express companies in the country, we were able to make substitutes. Using this cumbersome and expensive transportation means, the directors tried to continue the business of carrying 20, 000 letters in 24 hours during the time when the post office was helped. This port is the heavens of prize money, and is also the hometown of the unfortunate British people who have invested in the swamps under the delusion of buying urban land and orange farms. So the tampa became their hometown. Although the state parliament has proved that it will not rot, as the lottery operator itself tells me, we understand that they must not interfere with the [38] Express company. Yes, for the next many years, other lotteries have never set up in Florida.

If the name of Puerto Cortez was interesting when it was merely a name in a play, you can understand what it became when it does not appear on any map of any of the New York City air companies, and no newspaper in the city advertises sailing dates for this port. LOW's exchange failed the first time, demanding time and the ubiquitous Cook & Stamp. The boys threw up their hands in despair, proposing as an alternative a comfortable trip to Upper Burma or Mozambique, protesting that Central America was beyond the bounds of their discoveries. Even the Shipping Exchange professed to know the west coast of China much better than a small group of republics three or four days' journey from New Orleans. I was therefore compelled to keep Bowling Green's shipping posted for days, convincing myself as I did that this was the only way to continue my geographical studies. For if you interview fifty navigators, and learn from them where to place yourself, where you are taken, and where you can trade for fruits and steamers, you will soon learn: An idea of foreign ports and distances can never be obtained from a flat one.

I awoke one morning to find myself anchored in the port of Puerto Cortés.

The port is very large and safe. The sea side is surrounded by mountains, and the other side is surrounded by swamps and jungles that are rarely entered. Around the bay, there are many cocoa palm trees, and there are hut villages covered with bite mud. There is a customs of customs, including the railway office and the Komandansia, and the decayed white plate prison and barracks, about six historical houses, a consulate, and shipping agency, the only skeleton on the Save One premises. It is a building. This is a large mansion with a wide [40] porch, in a carefully designed garden with a colorful and unusual plant and manakayashi planted. Two poles are planted in the garden, one of which has a blue and white Honduras flag, and the other has American stripes and stars. This is a house of the asylum lottery. From the Caribbean to the Pacific slope, it is the most positive building and the cleanest building in Honduras as a whole.

To be honest, I was stupid. He seriously thought of a house with a fine appearance from the quay, as the general observed the enemy's walls and defense before the army marched. I have been traveling for nine days only to see this special building and reach the truth. Now, I can see it with suspicion and treat it as an intruder, and my object is immediately guessed, and I have to wait for the next steamship on the beach, or I do not know my intention. I don't know if I can be greeted by the kindness. While I was thinking, Jamaica's blacks decided on my actions. There is a hotel, but if Baros puts it in, I think it's best to look for a room at the lottery counter. "

"Baros can cross the border, and lottery buildings are a good house. He spoke" very well "and added words of encouragement to be in London. Port is very large and safe. The sea side is surrounded by mountains, and the other side is surrounded by swamps and jungles that are rarely entered. Around the bay, there are many cocoa palm trees, and there are hut villages covered with bite mud. There is a customs of customs, including the railway office and the Komandansia, and the decayed white plate prison and barracks, about six historical houses, a consulate, and shipping agency, the only skeleton on the Save One premises. It is a building. This is a large mansion with a wide [40] porch, in a carefully designed garden with a colorful and unusual plant and manakayashi planted. Two poles are planted in the garden, one of which has a blue and white Honduras flag, and the other has American stripes and stars. This is a house of the asylum lottery. From the Caribbean to the Pacific slope, it is the most positive building and the cleanest building in Honduras as a whole.

"Baros can cross the border, and lottery buildings are a good house. He spoke" very well "and added words of encouragement to be in London. The port is very large and safe. The sea side is surrounded by mountains, and the other side is surrounded by swamps and jungles that are rarely entered. Around the bay, there are many cocoa palm trees, and there are hut villages covered with bite mud. There is a customs of customs, including the railway office and the Komandansia, and the decayed white plate prison and barracks, about six historical houses, a consulate, and shipping agency, the only skeleton on the Save One premises. It is a building. This is a large mansion with a wide [40] porch, in a carefully designed garden with a colorful and unusual plant and manakayashi planted. Two poles are planted in the garden, one of which has a blue and white Honduras flag, and the other has American stripes and stars. This is a house of the asylum lottery. From the Caribbean to the Pacific slope, it is the most positive building and the cleanest building in Honduras as a whole.

To be honest, I was stupid. He seriously thought about this respectable house, which is visible from the quay, as observing the enemy's walls and defense before the shogun advanced. I have been traveling for nine days only to see this special building and reach the truth. Now, I can see it with suspicion and treat it as an intruder, and my object is immediately guessed, and I have to wait for the next steamship on the beach, or I do not know my intention. I don't know if I can be greeted by the kindness. While I was thinking, Jamaica's blacks decided on my actions. There is a hotel, but if Baros puts it in, I think it's best to look for a room at the lottery counter. "

"Baros can cross the border, and lottery buildings are a good house. He spoke" very well "and added words of encouragement to be in London.

On the broad porch of the lottery building sat a dark, handsome, small man of Creole appearance with white hair and a white beard. As I passed in the garden, he rose and bowed. I asked him if he was Mr. Baroche, the manager of the lottery, and if he would feed and clothe me. The gentleman replied that he was Mr. Baroche, that he could and would listen to my request, and appealed with welcoming warmth to the tall, beautiful woman with beautiful white hair to support the invitation. Mrs. Baroche readily agreed, asked the servant to place a rocking chair in the shade, and told me to sit there.

In this way, within 5 minutes of arriving at the mysterious port called Puerto Cortes, I relaxed under the roof of the lottery prohibition, and the representatives were particularly comfortable. I had a bad feeling. I deeply regretted that I didn't go to the hotel. And once you enter your own room, you can see what your position in this house is, or if nobody can return to [42], except for [42] by Mr. Baros and his wife. I was impatient to accurately confirm whether it was in a free position. I was considered a transitional board and was convinced that it was a patron, not a guest. However, I couldn't feel safe yet, so I told Mr. Baros with courage, I was not a caftan or a capitalist who wanted the government's interests, but stayed to write what I found in Honduras. 。 Baros said from a New Orlean newspaper that arrived on the boat with me that he already knew why I was there, and rather made me board. It may not be very interesting to the readers, but I know that I will go to Honduras, and writing what I heard from the lottery lottery is very important for the readers. That's it. In less than 5 minutes after arriving at the mysterious port called Puerto Cortes, I relaxed under the roof of the lottery prohibition, and as a result, as a result. I had a particularly uncomfortable feeling. I deeply regretted that I didn't go to the hotel. And once you enter your own room, you can see what your position in this house is, or if nobody can return to [42], except for [42] by Mr. Baros and his wife. I was impatient to accurately confirm whether it was in a free position. I was considered a transitional board and was convinced that it was a patron, not a guest. However, I couldn't feel safe yet, so I told Mr. Baros with courage, I was not a caftan or a capitalist who wanted the government's interests, but stayed to write what I found in Honduras. 。 Baros said from a New Orlean newspaper that arrived on the boat with me that he already knew why I was there, and rather made me board. It may not be very interesting to the readers, but I know that I will go to Honduras, and writing what I heard from the lottery lottery is very important for the readers. That's it. In this way, within 5 minutes of arriving at the mysterious port called Puerto Cortes, I relaxed under the roof of the lottery prohibition, and the representatives were particularly comfortable. I had a bad feeling. I deeply regretted that I didn't go to the hotel. And once you enter your own room, you can see what your position in this house is, or if nobody can return to [42], except for [42] by Mr. Baros and his wife. I was impatient to accurately confirm whether it was in a free position. I was considered a transitional board and was convinced that it was a patron, not a guest. However, I couldn't feel safe yet, so I told Mr. Baros with courage, I was not a caftan or a capitalist who wanted the government's interests, but stayed to write what I found in Honduras. 。 Baros said from a New Orlean newspaper that arrived on the boat with me that he already knew why I was there, and rather made me board. It may not be very interesting to the readers, but I know that I will go to Honduras, and writing what I heard from the lottery lottery is very important for the readers. That's it.

There was no strange place as a hotel or a country house, which is presided over by Baros. The decoration was completely original, the source of entertainment was unique, and his business office was specially attractive, unlike other business offices. The letter of the regular customer was written in the letter of the Honduras lottery company. The picture on the wall was a lottery that Mr. Baros had purchased before, but was framed, although the prize money was not assigned. The safe, where visitors could put valuables, contained a large cloth sealed with red wax, with a 75, 000 dollar prize for the next lottery.

There was another building in the garden, where there was a printing machine that was cut off before the list of the winning number was distributed. For the world. However, what was more interesting than any other building was a long, sunny, lon g-lasting room that continued over the whole length of the house [44], but the other was tied up with a heavy cloth hood, and it was a big deal. 100, 000 sheets of 100, 000 sheets in 100, 000 rubber tubes were sealed in the organs and confined. In such an atmosphere and environment, my master and the woman lived a quiet and comfortable life. The daily life was filled with small interest in everyday interest, and was illuminated by their most elegant, kind and polite favors for others. On their dining table, I was always conscious of a large wheel pointing over the door open from the room, like a skeleton in the closet. However, it was different from the master, who was the biggest interest in filling the glass, and the owner of the table. The master was dignified and attractive peculiar to the southern women, and had more meaning than sitting there, and eating with her was not an appetite, but rather a national event. There was no strange place as a hotel or a country house. The decoration was completely original, the source of entertainment was unique, and his business office was specially attractive, unlike other business offices. The letter of the regular customer was written in the letter of the Honduras lottery company. The picture on the wall was a lottery that Mr. Baros had purchased before, but was framed, although the prize money was not assigned. The safe, where visitors could put valuables, contained a large cloth sealed with red wax, with a 75, 000 dollar prize for the next lottery.

There was another building in the garden, where there was a printing machine that was cut off before the list of the winning number was distributed. For the world. However, what was more interesting than any other building was a long, sunny, lon g-lasting room that continued over the whole length of the house [44], but the other was tied up with a heavy cloth hood, and it was a big deal. 100, 000 sheets of 100, 000 sheets in 100, 000 rubber tubes were sealed in the organs and confined. In such an atmosphere and environment, my master and the woman lived a quiet and comfortable life. The daily life was filled with small interest in everyday interest, and was illuminated by their most elegant, kind and polite favors for others. On their dining table, I was always conscious of a large wheel pointing over the door open from the room, like a skeleton in the closet. However, it was different from the master, who was the biggest interest in filling the glass, and the owner of the table. The master was dignified and attractive peculiar to the southern women, and had more meaning than sitting there, and eating with her was not an appetite, but rather a national event. There was no strange place as a hotel or a country house, which is presided over by Baros. The decoration was completely original, the source of entertainment was unique, and his business office was specially attractive, unlike other business offices. The letter of the regular customer was written in the letter of the Honduras lottery company. The picture on the wall was a lottery that Mr. Baros had purchased before, but was framed, although the prize money was not assigned. The safe, where visitors could put valuables, contained a large cloth sealed with red wax, with a 75, 000 dollar prize for the next lottery.

I came to see the operation of a great gambling project, and expected that there might be some difficulties in its way. But if the lottery factory had been a cider factory in an orchard, I would not have been more pleased to have it examined, studied, and torn to pieces. 45] It is not that they have nothing to hide, but that, in the midst of a struggle for existence now, they would rather risk being reviled than not being mentioned at all. For they can fight abuses. They have had to do so for a long time. Now they fear silence and oblivion. That silence means that they are forgotten, that their haughty glory is gone, that they are but a memory. They can fight against those who fight, but not against those who think of them, if they think at all, as dead and buried. It was not for this reason that I was invited to the lottery, free of charge, but only because Mr. and Mrs. Barros' lottery was religious. It was the greatest charity of the age, and the purest philanthropist of our time could not have believed in its goodness more thoroughly than Mrs. Barros believes it.

Once a month is a major event for Mrs. Baros. You may feel boring, despite a cool house with many rooms, such as a wide veranda, a gorgeous silk hanging cloth hanging on a bed, a clean linen, and a wel l-ventilated sun dining room. She is more interested in telling the news that the gentlemen fell with themselves when they came to the end, rather than the effect of the design, and I remember the compliments sent to their gardens. I don't remember the number of prizes. It was interesting to know how this great gambling mechanism passed to these simple and kind hands and how they were everyday and habitually. They praised them if they wanted to talk about this gambling, but were more interested in their small things. Once, we stopped the story and helped us to try on the new boots of the baby who had just arrived by Kisen. We were all impressed by the tassel hanging from them, and the baby tried to pull it into your mouth. The copper boots with a black button were first worn by the baby.

In the cool afternoon, Baros sang in a large pouch and said in a large Bentwood chair, and talked about the Civil War in the unique focus and details of the southern people. Baros sits on a wide pouch, shakes in a large Bentwood chair, and talked about the Civil War that he actively participated in the Northern South War for the Northern South War for the Northern South War. Is a history, a book that is not a topic that attracts new interests such as the collapse of Tamanney and the Venezuela boundary dispute. While listening, Mrs. Baros puts a sunshade on the white hair, moves between flowers while holding a train in hand, cutting with dead branches, picking roses, and feeling the sun from the leaves. I was looking at releasing the bud. Once a month is a major event for Mrs. Baros. You may feel boring, despite a cool house with many rooms, such as a wide veranda, a gorgeous silk hanging cloth hanging on a bed, a clean linen, and a wel l-ventilated sun dining room. She is more interested in telling the news that the gentlemen fell with themselves when they came to the end, rather than the effect of the design, and I remember the compliments sent to their gardens. I don't remember the number of prizes. It was interesting to know how this great gambling mechanism passed to these simple and kind hands and how they were everyday and habitually. They praised them if they wanted to talk about this gambling, but were more interested in their small things. Once, we stopped the story and helped us to try on the new boots of the baby who had just arrived by Kisen. We were all impressed by the tassel hanging from them, and the baby tried to pull it into your mouth. The copper boots with a black button were first worn by the baby.

In the cool afternoon, Baros sang in a large pouch and said in a large Bentwood chair, and talked about the Civil War in the unique focus and details of the southern people. Baros sits on a wide pouch, shakes in a large Bentwood chair, and talked about the Civil War that he actively participated in the Northern South War for the Northern South War for the Northern South War. Is a history, a book that is not a topic that attracts new interests such as the collapse of Tamanney and the Venezuela boundary dispute. While listening, Mrs. Baros puts a sunshade on the white hair, moves between flowers while holding a train in hand, cutting with dead branches, picking roses, and feeling the sun from the leaves. I was looking at releasing the bud. Once a month is a major event for Mrs. Baros. You may feel boring, despite a cool house with many rooms, such as a wide veranda, a gorgeous silk hanging cloth hanging on a bed, a clean linen, and a wel l-ventilated sun dining room. She is more interested in telling the news that the gentlemen fell with themselves when they came to the end, rather than the effect of the design, and I remember the compliments sent to their gardens. I don't remember the number of prizes. It was interesting to know how this great gambling mechanism passed to these simple and kind hands and how they were everyday and habitually. They praised them if they wanted to talk about this gambling, but were more interested in their small things. Once, we stopped the story and helped us to try on the new boots of the baby who had just arrived by Kisen. We were all impressed by the tassel hanging from them, and the baby tried to pull it into your mouth. The copper boots with a black button were first worn by the baby.

Among them, Young Baros read the letter received by the morning steel ship, emptied the money attached to the letter on the table, deposited them, and marked them carefully and meticulously like a bank clerk. And those who work in large families, lazy people suitable for the land, foresight, born players, Ne'er-do-wells, and those who do nothing without doing anything They believe that good luck will accomplish for themselves, who are too uncomfortable, light, lazy, and never accomplish them. Looking into the large wheels of Puerto Cortes, hundreds of thousands of tickets look, and one piece at the moment when prize money emerges on the other wheel surface [48] It would be great for each of these players to see the probability of a ticket at the top of this large lump. He used to see it at the Charles Theater in the past, and he is more free than anyone who sees it in Puerto Cortes today. However, if one of the lotterons of the lottery began to do a lottery [48] lottery, it would be unfortunate for lottery. Among them, Young Baros reads the letter received by the morning steamship, empties the money attached to the letter on the table, deposits them, and marks carefully like a bank clerk. Worked in a large family, lazy people suitable for the land, forcibly, born players, Ne'er-Do-Wells, and nothing The unwanted people, and that they are too comfortable, light, lazy, and believe that good luck will accomplish them for themselves, and they believe that they will accomplish them for themselves. Those. Looking into the large wheels of Puerto Cortes, hundreds of thousands of tickets look, and one piece at the moment when prize money emerges on the other wheel surface [48] It would be great for each of these players to see the probability of a ticket at the top of this large lump. He used to see it at the Charles Theater in the past, and he is more free than anyone who sees it in Puerto Cortes today. However, if one of the lotterons of the lottery began to do a lottery [48] lottery, it would be unfortunate for lottery. Among them, Young Baros read the letter received by the morning steel ship, emptied the money attached to the letter on the table, deposited them, and marked them carefully and meticulously like a bank clerk. And those who work in large families, lazy people suitable for the land, foresight, born players, Ne'er-do-wells, and those who do nothing without doing anything They believe that good luck will accomplish for themselves, who are too uncomfortable, light, lazy, and never accomplish them. Looking into the large wheels of Puerto Cortes, hundreds of thousands of tickets look, and one piece at the moment when prize money emerges on the other wheel surface [48] It would be great for each of these players if you could accurately see the probability of a ticket at the top of this large lump. He used to see it at the Charles Theater in the past, and he is more free than anyone who sees it in Puerto Cortes today. However, if one of the lotterons of the lottery began to do a lottery [48] lottery, it would be unfortunate for lottery.

The room where the drawing is stored is about 40 feet in length, there are many long and large windows, good lighting, and a tent with wheels stands at one end. There are chairs and benches so that they can sit and see the picture, even if they are accidental or intentional. The largest wheels are hoped for 100, 000 people if all tickets are sold, with a diameter of about 6 feet (about 1. 5 meters), the side is made of heavy glass, and 2 feet (about 3. 5 meters). It is bonded with wood tires. The tires or lips are made of pig hu t-like broom, and there is one foot square door. After the ticket is put in a small rubber jacket and pushed out on the wheel, the door is locked with a padlock, the strip is pasted on both ends and sealed, and remains the next lottery. The 100, 000 tickets in a 1-inch and 4-inch rubber tube occupy a large space and make a significant difference in the weight of the wheels, so two men are on both sides to stop the wheels. You need to pull the steering wheel. Another man and I were satisfied with the shoulders and managed to turn one or two feet. But it was interesting to see a small black tube. The room where the drawing is stored is about 40 feet in length, there are many long and large windows, good lighting, and a tent with wheels stands at one end. There are chairs and benches so that they can sit and see the picture, even if they are accidental or intentional. The largest wheels are hoped for 100, 000 people if all tickets are sold, with a diameter of about 6 feet (about 1. 5 meters), the side is made of heavy glass, and 2 feet (about 3. 5 meters). It is bonded with wood tires. The tires or lips are made of pig hu t-like broom, and there is one foot square door. After the ticket is put in a small rubber jacket and pushed out on the wheel, the door is locked with a padlock, the strip is pasted on both ends and sealed, and remains the next lottery. The 100, 000 tickets in a 1-inch and 4-inch rubber tube occupy a large space and make a significant difference in the weight of the wheels, so two men are on both sides to stop the wheels. You need to pull the steering wheel. Another man and I were satisfied with the shoulders and managed to turn one or two feet. But it was interesting to see a small black tube. The room where the drawing is stored is about 40 feet in length, there are many long and large windows, good lighting, and a tent with wheels stands at one end. There are chairs and benches so that they can sit and see the picture, even if they are accidental or intentional. The largest wheels are hoped for 100, 000 people if all tickets are sold, with a diameter of about 6 feet (about 1. 5 meters), the side is made of heavy glass, and 2 feet (about 3. 5 meters). It is bonded with wood tires. The tires or lips are made of pig hu t-like broom, and there is one foot square door. After the ticket is put in a small rubber jacket and pushed out on the wheel, the door is locked with a padlock, the strip is pasted on both ends and sealed, and remains the next lottery. The 100, 000 tickets in a 1-inch and 4-inch rubber tube occupy a large space and make a significant difference in the weight of the wheels, so two men are on both sides to stop the wheels. You need to pull the steering wheel. Another man and I were satisfied with the shoulders and managed to turn one or two feet. But it was interesting to see a small black tube.

Every time there is a draft, General W. L. Cabell of Texas and Colonel C. J. Villers of Louisiana stand on a different wheel, replacing the late General Beauregard and the late General Early. They open the door that was sealed a month ago, and a little Indian girl places her hand on each wheel to draw a pipe. The tube with the tickets is handed to General Cabell, and the tube with the winnings is handed to Colonel Villers. They read the numbers and the winning amounts out loud six times, three times in Spanish and three times in English.

Two tickets are handed to Young Burros, who fastens them together with a rubber band and places them in a basket for further reference. Three clerks with double-entry books keep track of the winning numbers and the winnings. The scheme usually starts at six in the morning and goes on until ten. Then everyone is rich, and philanthropists, generals, colonels, Indian girls, and hopefully the men who spun the wheels join in at breakfast.

As far as I can see, the plan is fair. But with only 3434 prizes and 100, 000 tickets, the odds are so slim and the profits to the company so great that honesty in maneuvering the wheel is no longer a virtue, but the only advertisement for the lottery.

Iguana in Honduras

[52] However, the most interesting thing about the current lottery is not whether it is done fairly, but a lottery. The candidate tries to obtain such a being at such a downturn at such a price. This is more and more noticeable because people who manage lotteries are basically concerned about their reputation and are willing to pay many sacrifice to maintain their reputation. However, the lottery does not seem to care about the good intentions of one human being, earned a huge amount of money in the past, and has accomplished it easily, so even if they are expelled from their brothers and disappeared. It is not possible to release a ginger that lays "gold eggs". If they were wizards or trusted men who need money, their patience would not seem so attention, but these lottery gentlemen are huge wealth. They are, they are called the New Orleans and New York Associations, their sons are at college, and they are the most difficult to access. Now, we are wealthy enough, and we can afford to spend the rest of life. Becky Sharp

Even the owner of the roulette is too sel f-esteem to keep turning when there is only one person playing at the table. After the minimum savings of Honduras tin dollar, US servants share, brakes, and black barriers, this lottery company is struggling, and this great company's most amazing characteristics I think so. [52] However, the most interesting lottery of the current lottery is not whether it is done fairly, but a lottery. The candidate tries to obtain such a being at such a downturn at such a price. This is more and more noticeable because people who manage lotteries are basically concerned about their reputation and are willing to pay many sacrifice to maintain their reputation. However, the lottery does not seem to care about the good intentions of one human being, earned a huge amount of money in the past, and has accomplished it easily, so even if they are expelled from their brothers and disappeared. It is not possible to release a ginger that lays "gold eggs". If they were wizards or trusted men who need money, their patience would not seem so attention, but these lottery gentlemen are huge wealth. They are, they are called the New Orleans and New York Associations, their sons are at college, and they are the most difficult to access. Now, we are wealthy enough, and we can afford to spend the rest of life. Becky Sharp

Even the owner of the roulette is too sel f-esteem to keep turning when there is only one person playing at the table. After the minimum savings of Honduras tin dollar, US servants share, brakes, and black barriers, this lottery company is struggling, and this great company's most amazing characteristics I think so. [52] However, the most interesting thing about the current lottery is not whether it is done fairly, but a lottery. The candidate tries to obtain such a being at such a downturn at such a price. This is more and more noticeable because people who manage lotteries are basically concerned about their reputation and are willing to pay many sacrifice to maintain their reputation. However, the lottery does not seem to care about the good intentions of one human being, earned a huge amount of money in the past, and has accomplished it easily, so even if they are expelled from their brothers and disappeared. It is not possible to release a ginger that lays "gold eggs". If they were wizards or trusted men who need money, their patience would not seem so attention, but these lottery gentlemen are huge wealth. They are, they are called the New Orleans and New York Associations, their sons are at college, and they are the most difficult to access. Now, we are wealthy enough, and we can afford to spend the rest of life. Becky Sharp

What a contrast to the days when the Charles Theatre was packed with gallery boxes in "The Flower of Chivalry and Southern Beauty," bands played, and generals announced the results of their schemes. It is difficult to take the lottery seriously, since the days that deserved abuse are dead. And, indeed, there are few persons or instruments important enough to deserve abuse, while there are no instruments so insignificant that they do not deserve a good word, praise, or gratitude.

And the feelings that can be felt towards the lottery now are like those of William M. Tweed, who, as a fugitive, sat on the beach at Santiago de Cuba and saw naked fishermen breakfasting across the shore, or of Monte Carlo [55], banished to a fever-ridden island on the marshy coast of West Africa, or, if one pays a very high compliment to the lottery, like the compliment one would pay to a noble adventurer banished to the island of Elba.

There was something almost pitiful before me in the face of this great and arrogant gambling scheme, robbing an entire nation that boasted of the price it had paid for its honor and was willing to be robbed, spinning its wheels in the back rooms of a hot, half-savage country, surrounded by Indians and unbaptized Honduran generals. Better to fall altogether than to fall low, and to go down as arrogantly and defiantly as he had lived, with a pistol to his head, like that fine player and gentleman, Mr. John Ockhurst, who "suffered a chain of misfortunes in the middle of February, 1864." [A].

Egutigalpa is the curious name of the capital of the Republic of Honduras.

Somerset found that the capital could only be reached from the Pacific on one side and the Caribbean on the other by muleback, and while we found many mining shops, military outposts, and farms within nine days' ride of civilization, he argued that capitals at such distances were rare and therefore entertaining. He had known capitals at the mouths of great rivers and at the junctions of many railroads, but he had never seen one hidden behind mountains that were almost inaccessible, like a Greek monastery. A cat's door in the hall of a house is useful, and even decorative, if not entertaining. But if the doormat is tucked away in a third back room, it immediately takes on a meaning and value that it never achieved in its original practical sphere. Our crew found that the capital could only be reached from the Pacific on one side and the Caribbean on the other by muleback, and we argued that while there were many mining stores, military outposts, and farms within nine days' ride of civilization, capitals at such a distance were rare and therefore entertaining. We had known capitals at the mouths of great rivers and at the junctions of many railroads, but we had never seen one hidden behind mountains that were almost inaccessible, like a Greek monastery. A cat's door in the hall of a house is useful, and even decorative, if not entertaining. But if the doormat is tucked away in a third back room, it immediately takes on a meaning and value that it never achieved in its original practical sphere. Our crew found Somerset to be inaccessible from the Pacific on one side and the Caribbean on the other, except by muleback, and we maintained that while there were many mining shops, military outposts, and farms within nine days' ride of civilization, capitals at such a distance were rare and therefore entertaining. We had seen capitals at the mouths of great rivers and at the junctions of many railroads, but we had never seen one hidden behind mountains that were almost inaccessible, like a Greek monastery. A cat's door in the hall of a house is useful, and even decorative, if not entertaining. But if that doormat is tucked away in a third back room, it immediately takes on a meaning and value that it never achieved in its original practical sphere.

Our crew found it to be inaccessible from the Pacific Ocean, and we maintained that there was no way to escape the sight of a cat's door.

Our ideas on Honduras's characteristics were very ambiguous, and without Colonel Charles Jeffs [58], who seemed to have been waiting for us in Puerto Cortes, we wouldn't have seen Tegshigarpa. Colonel Jeffs is a young American mining engineer from Minneapolis and has lived in Honduras for 11 years. A while ago, when General Boglan was the president, he helped Boglan in one of the revolutions to him, and became a colonel. So we called him a military officer and Greacom was the Navy official. He was a Pennsylvanian Navy Brigade officer. Jeffs found it in Puerto Cortes. Jeffs saved us in Puerto Cortes, saying to porters that we had no right to rob that we were foreigners. At the same time, he was labeled as a foreigner, an alien, and made him recognize that he was hated. There was no transaction with Jeff and there was no understanding. As I said, he intended to take us through Honduras all over Honduras, and everyone who is interested in uniforms seems to accept this kind of fate without question. It was. We told you to go to the capital.

Our ideas about the characteristics of Honduras, who were heros, were very vague, and Colonel Colors Jeffs [58], who seemed to have been waiting for us in Puerto Cortes, seeing Tegsigarpa. It would not have been. Colonel Jeffs is a young American mining engineer from Minneapolis and has lived in Honduras for 11 years. A while ago, when General Boglan was the president, he helped Boglan in one of the revolutions to him, and became a colonel. So we called him a military officer and Greacom was the Navy official. He was a Pennsylvanian Navy Brigade officer. Jeffs found in Puerto Cortes. Jeffs saved us in Puerto Cortes, saying to porters that we had no right to rob that we were foreigners. At the same time, he was labeled as a foreigner, an alien, and made him recognize that he was hated. There was no transaction with Jeff and there was no understanding. As I said, he intended to take us through Honduras all over Honduras, and everyone who is interested in uniforms seems to accept this kind of fate without question. It was. We told you to go to the capital.

Our ideas on Honduras, who were heroes, were very ambiguous, and without Colonel Charles Jeffs [58], who seemed to have been waiting for us in Puerte Cortes, they would never have seen Tegshigarpa. 。 Colonel Jeffs is a young American mining engineer from Minneapolis and has lived in Honduras for 11 years. A while ago, when General Boglan was the president, he helped Boglan in one of the revolutions to him, and became a colonel. So we called him a military officer and Greacom was the Navy official. He was a Pennsylvanian Navy Brigade officer. Jeffs found it in Puerto Cortes. Jeffs saved us in Puerto Cortes, saying to porters that we had no right to rob that we were foreigners. At the same time, he was labeled as a foreigner, an alien, and made him recognize that he was hated. There was no transaction with Jeff and there was no understanding. As I said, he intended to take us through Honduras all over Honduras, and everyone who is interested in uniforms seems to accept this kind of fate without question. It was. We told you to go to the capital.

Our soldier was a hero

Trains to Sanpedro Surah are composed of rusted engines and three small vehicles, the window has no glass, the seat is too wide, and two people are not enough. The locals advertised the journey extensively and piled up an old plastic bottle with bananas, tortillas, and drinking water in a limited seat. We did not carry them themselves, but they enjoyed the most beautiful tropical rainforest and the jungle we met on a trip to Honduras, so they had the biggest advantage. The train sometimes passed through a straight and regular palm tunnel like Elm tree following the UK house, and went through the jungle with palm trees. The jungle spreads within a few feet on both sides of the track, I am a vine plant, climber, mammoth fern, cactus, a giant tree covered with orchid flowers, and a platform behind it. I looked into the giant trees that could not enter the transparent work that could not enter [61].

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Уасок жой Дорог в валой а ам

The slope was very steep, and the locomotives were not so new, so when two black boys and sand boxes were placed on a cow, it was necessary to stop the train. When they were too fast, they fell forward and threw this sand on the track. As soon as Greacom and Sama set found the assistant of these engineers, they gave them a bribe and gave up their seats, and after the first station [63], we all sat in the Cow Catcher and traveled the rest. 。 It was a beautiful and exciting vehicle, reminiscent of a small exciting railway on a gantry on Tobogan, Connie Island and Fette near Paris. This is because the rusted railway rises when the wheels touched the closest edge, as if they were flying over our face. At the end of the palm tree tunnel, when I saw the lost cow appeared on the rails like a tip of the telescope, and the trains grew as they passed, became even more interest. We saw that the cow grows rapidly as the train passed above it.

While Jeffs hurriedly gathered food and food, we had been resting for four days in Sanpedro Sura. When we arrived, we claimed that we would upgrade that night, but Sanpedro Sula was kind, but steadily magical, and woke up on the third day, we arrived. I knew that it was not approaching this time [64].

There were three foreigners , and there were very steep places, and the locomotives were not so new, so a box of two black boys and sand needed to be placed on a cow and stopped the train. When it approached or when the speed was too fast, they fell forward and threw this sand on the track. As soon as Greacom and Sama set found the assistant of these engineers, they gave them a bribe and gave up their seats, and after the first station [63], we all sat in the Cow Catcher and traveled the rest. 。 It was a beautiful and exciting vehicle, reminiscent of a small exciting railway on a gantry on Tobogan, Connie Island and Fette near Paris. This is because the rusted railway rises when the wheels touched the closest edge, as if they were flying over our face. At the end of the palm tree tunnel, when I saw the lost cow appeared on the rails like a tip of the telescope, and the trains grew as they passed, became even more interest. We saw that the cow grows rapidly as the train passed above it.

The three foreign slopes were very steep, and the locomotives were not so new, so it was necessary to stop the train on the cow, two black boys and sand. Whenever time and speed were too fast, they fell forward and threw this sand on the track. As soon as Greacom and Sama set found the assistant of these engineers, they gave them a bribe and gave up their seats, and after the first station [63], we all sat in the Cow Catcher and traveled the rest. 。 It was a beautiful and exciting vehicle, reminiscent of a small exciting railway on a gantry on Tobogan, Connie Island and Fette near Paris. This is because the rusted railway rises when the wheels touched the closest edge, as if they were flying over our face. At the end of the palm tree tunnel, when I saw the lost cow appeared on the rails like a tip of the telescope, and the trains grew as they passed, became even more interest. We saw that the cow grows rapidly as the train passed above it.

Three foreigners

San Pedro Sula lay in idyllic isolation in a sunny valley at the foot of a great mountain. [65] From the upper terrace of our hotel, built when it was expected that railroads would continue across the continent, we could see over the palm trees in the garden how the clouds rolled from one mountain peak to another, and how the snow lay drifting in the hollows between. We would sit on this porch for hours, watching Jeff come and go with infinite pity, listening to the palms sagging and whispering impatiently before our eyes, watching the sunlight turn the mountains a pale green like dry moss, and leaving half of them dark and dreary as the clouds passed between them. The town was a clean, laid-back little place, with a number of mud huts, and behind them a garden full of banana palms and spacious trees, and full of bright flowers. In the center of the town was a grassy square, where barefooted boy soldiers passed in a gentle development, while mules and oxen watched them from the other side.

Our hotel was rented by an American woman who, enduring the struggles of dirt and insects, had returned to Brooklyn to begin sewing and to educate her two young daughters, the height of her ambition. Her husband had died inside, and his portrait hung in the hotel dining room. While waiting for dinner, she would often talk about him, and tell him what a well-read and capable man he was. She was so interested in her story that sometimes her dinner got cold while she was looking at the picture and shaking her head. I was worried about my husband, and would look over his shoulder at the portrait with reverence, as if he were there. The widow did not like the Hondurans, and although she could earn enough money to bring her home, if she had agreed to accept them as a border, she would have only foreigners at her hotel. She had saved up $8 of what would be needed to get her and her children home and educate them when they arrived. And since there are so few American travelers to Honduras, and most of you are asking for money to help them in God's country, I think the chances of seeing the Brooklyn Bridge are very doubtful. [67]

Travel from San Pedro Sula

[68] We went to her cash register and bought a lot of lotteries. And she's a big hit and then lived happily in Brooklyn Heights. However, looking at the number in Panama, her number was not included. For this reason, she still maintains the only clean hotel in Honduras, but it is more difficult to achieve than a lottery, and it is a public spirit to have.

[69] On Sunday morning, we left Sanpedrosura with 11 mackerel trains. The five were for carrying their luggage, the remaining six were for ourselves, Jeff, Charleswood, Summer Setors, and Emilio, the Moso Chief Mules. There were two other Moses, and they walked all the ways with cow sandals, keeping their luggage and driving. I don't know who was the worst in Mojo, but Emilio seemed to have been chosen the most. After that, we were not so disappointed that he did not kill them, so he did not know how close he was approaching the terrible death.

The people of Honduras, who all move on a donkey or horse, have a beautiful habit in which a friend goes to a horse when he knows that he is in the town, and when a friend leaves the town, he accompanies him. Looking at this last ritual, I always feel like an unprecedented citizen taken out of the vigilante. Honduras men measure their popularity by friends who come to welcome you when you arrive and the number of friends who rush to depart [70]. We were sent off by Sanpedrosura, a consulate, a 3 7-mile railway talented American manager, and a young luggage clerk who had ever met in the United States. [68] We went to her cash register and bought a lot of lotteries. And she's a big hit and then lived happily in Brooklyn Heights. However, looking at the number in Panama, her number was not included. For this reason, she still maintains the only clean hotel in Honduras, but it is more difficult to achieve than a lottery, and it is a public spirit to have.

The people of Honduras, who all move on a donkey or horse, have a beautiful habit in which a friend goes to a horse when he knows that he is in the town, and when a friend leaves the town, he accompanies him. Looking at this last ritual, I always feel like an unprecedented citizen taken out of the vigilante. Honduras men measure their popularity by friends who come to welcome you when you arrive and the number of friends who rush to depart [70]. We were sent off by Sanpedrosura, a consulate, a 3 7-mile railway talented American manager, and a young luggage clerk who had ever met in the United States. [68] We went to her cash register and bought a lot of lotteries. And she's a big hit and then lived happily in Brooklyn Heights. However, looking at the number in Panama, her number was not included. For this reason, she still maintains the only clean hotel in Honduras, but it is more difficult to achieve than a lottery, and it is a public spirit to have.

II

The guard left us at the foot of the mountain, a few miles away, and we simply began to climb. From that time until we reached the Pacific Ocean, we traveled at the rate of three miles an hour, or about nine leagues a day, as distances are measured in Honduras. Our mules were not at all such animals as we know them in America, but rather overgrown donkeys or oxen, not much thinner than the animals in the streets of Cairo, whether on the road from Cairo to Chicago or the road that runs in front of the Shepherd Hotel. They were patient, mischievous, wonderfully self-confident creatures, so cautious about their feet and necks that, after the first few hours, we no longer felt uneasy about our feet or necks, and we were entirely removed from their subject. [71]

Honduras Highlands

[72]I think we were all a little surprised at the appearance of the road we were to follow, but if we were surprised, we did not say so - at least, not before Jeffs. The path ran almost straight up the mountain slope, following little words and paths carved into the solid rock. At times the signs were so faint that it was impossible to see more than five meters ahead. On the first day, the trail led constantly upwards, but the mule never once put down one of his four little legs without testing a place to rest. So we went slowly, but the angle and posture of the man ahead of us made us feel safe enough to dispel that feeling. For there is nothing in Honduras but mountains. It is not easy to name a particular hill or a series of hills when so much of the country is on the edge of the air. A Honduran sheriff's deputy once crumpled up a piece of paper and placed it on his desk. "He said, 'We're going to have to go up there.'"

[74] We followed Jeffs, followed by Samaset, followed by Greacom and I, followed by Charwood, the best and faithful officials, came up from behind. The flock was two hours later, as I said. Occasionally, from the end of the cliff, we could see thousands of feet and thousands of feet behind and behind. It was thought that I would be able to go on a wider path for an hour or so, stop the car, replace the cigarette bag, and get better. About Honduras, always in the foreground of the image I draw in my heart, the rows of men wearing shoulders and helmets go down the slide rock road, climb the end of the mountain, and have a burning blue sky. The contour is drawn in the background. We usually put out loud voices and turned up the saddle, but the distance between each other was so close that we could talk, but sometimes we ran silently, just raised our hands and spread below. He pointed to a stranger and a tree, and he was holding his hand firmly until the man behind him said: "Yes, I see."

In the afternoon of the day, we saw the Sanpedrosura roof floating on the green plains below hundreds of meters.

The trail we followed was too rough and uncertain. Initially, I evaluated the Honduras people who did not improve it very low. However, as he continued to climb while shuffling, he began to praise them who did not move at all in such a situation. After all, we chose this path with curiosity, and had no right to complain to the natives to complain to this path, the only way to contact the Atlantic Ocean coast. It is interesting to think about all of the nations that are completely dependent on such aortic items. Whether it's a postcard, a piano, a cotton, or a lace box, you must put it on the back of the mackerel or put it on your shoulder to carry it to Tegusigarpa. [74] We followed Jeffs, followed by Samadet, followed by Greacom and I, followed by Charwood, the best and faithful officials, came up from behind. The flock was two hours later, as I said. Occasionally, from the end of the cliff, we could see thousands of feet and thousands of feet behind and behind. It was thought that I would be able to go on a wider path for an hour or so, stop the car, replace the cigarette bag, and get better. About Honduras, always in the foreground of the image I draw in my heart, the rows of men wearing shoulders and helmets go down the slide rock road, climb the end of the mountain, and have a burning blue sky. The contour is drawn in the background. We usually put out loud voices and turned up the saddle, but the distance between each other was so close that we could talk, but sometimes we ran silently, just raised our hands and spread below. He pointed to a stranger and a tree, and he was holding his hand firmly until the man behind him said: "Yes, I see."

In the afternoon of the day, we saw the Sanpedrosura roof floating on the green plains below hundreds of meters.

The trail we followed was too rough and uncertain. Initially, I evaluated Honduras who did not improve it very low. However, as he continued to climb while shuffling, he began to praise them who did not move at all in such a situation. After all, we chose this path with curiosity, and had no right to complain to the natives to complain to this path, the only way to contact the Atlantic Ocean coast. It is interesting to think about all of the nations that are completely dependent on such aortic items. Whether it's a postcard, a piano, a cotton, or a lace box, you must put it on the back of the mackerel or put it on your shoulder to carry it to Tegusigarpa. [74] We followed Jeffs, followed by Samaset, followed by Greacom and I, followed by Charwood, the best and faithful officials, came up from behind. The flock was two hours later, as I said. Occasionally, from the end of the cliff, we could see thousands of feet and thousands of feet behind and behind. It was thought that I would be able to go on a wider path for an hour or so, stop the car, replace the cigarette bag, and get better. About Honduras, always in the foreground of the image I draw in my heart, the rows of men wearing shoulders and helmets go down the slide rock road, climb the end of the mountain, and have a burning blue sky. The contour is drawn in the background. We usually put out loud voices and turned up the saddle, but the distance between each other was so close that we could talk, but sometimes we ran silently, just raised our hands and spread below. He pointed to a stranger and a tree, and he was holding his hand firmly until the man behind him said: "Yes, I see."

In the afternoon of the day, we saw the Sanpedrosura roof floating on the green plains below hundreds of meters.

Occasionally, the royal road of this commercial has to open up a live rock on a sharp stairs in front of the Brownstone House on the fifth street, and hold the knees so that the knees do not bite or bite into the wild walls of the passage. It was so narrow. But this danger was not imminent. The reason was that no one could far away from the road without opening the road.

It was not always so difficult. Occasionally, I went out to the naked square, ran on the dry riverbed of the mountain stream, and felt the power of the sun, and there was no light of the sun, and the moss and ferns were growing, making it a black dense forest. Ta.

Drawer of water

[78] We stopped at a naked place on the mountain with six mud huts for the first meal. Jeffs changed there, gathered eggs, hired a woman, cooked, and had coffee brewed. I added canned and bread to this meal. I had no food stalls, so I sat on the ground and ate it. Dogs, pigs and chickens grab the food in our hands in a familiar way. Honduras has few hotels, so travelers will rely on people living along the trail. They are so steep that they get rid of their homes by strangers, and they are collecting lards day and night. At the same time, the royal road of this commercial cuts a live rock on a sharp stairs in front of the Brownstone House on the fifth town, and puts his knees from the knees of the aisle so that they do not bite or bite. It was so small that I had to do it. But this danger was not imminent. The reason was that no one could far away from the road without opening the road.

Drawer of water

[78] We stopped at a naked place on the mountain with six mud huts for the first meal. Jeffs changed there, gathered eggs, hired a woman, cooked, and had coffee brewed. I added canned and bread to this meal. I had no food stalls, so I sat on the ground and ate it. Dogs, pigs and chickens grab the food in our hands in a familiar way. Honduras has few hotels, so travelers will rely on people living along the trail. They are so steep that they get rid of their homes by strangers, and they are collecting lards day and night. Occasionally, the royal road of this commercial has to open up a live rock on a sharp stairs in front of the Brownstone House on the fifth street, and hold the knees so that the knees do not bite or bite into the wild walls of the passage. It was so narrow. But this danger was not imminent. The reason was that no one could far away from the road without opening the road.

Drawer of water

[79] Even in the larger cities and so-called towns, we slept in private homes. We went to a hotel, where we found a plain room with a pile of canvas crammed into a corner, and were told to fend for ourselves. In the capital there was a real hotel, and it was pretty bad. But with these two exceptions, we relied on the people of the country for shelter throughout our travels in Honduras. It was a large hut with a mud floor, a blackboard, some benches, and sometimes a cell for prisoners. It served as a school, a cell, and a hotel, according to the needs of the time.

For food we were equally dependent on the locals. We carried bacon, condensed milk, sardines, and bread for breakfast,[80] and added coffee, eggs, and beans at least once a day. The national bread is the tortilla, made from corn oil, pounded into a mochi shape with the palm of the hand, and baked. The tortilla is served in a pile while it is cold, toasted on both sides but not in the middle. For the coffee in Honduras was better than any other Central American crop, and it was impossible to drink too much of it. But the eggs and black beans were inexhaustible. The Honduran custom of rolling black beans is very common. We were made to eat it three times a day, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, sometimes with bacon, sometimes plain. It was often served in the form of a tortilla sandwich, and sometimes in the form of a pudding with minced goat. At first, and when it was served hot, I thought it was delicious. It seems a long time ago. When I was in Johnstown during the flood, sodas with jam were given to the relief parties instead of bread. And even now, if it were a question of suffering on these crackers and Central American black beans or starving, I would surely starve.

When I entered an unknown hut, I was ashamed at first. However, the hut master [81] seemed to be indifferent to such an invasion. They demanded various prices for the services given to us. At least Jeffs said so. However, including dinner, accommodation, and breakfast for the next morning, our billing did not exceed 50 cents, so it could not be said to be robbery. While the aunt at the store where we first dropped in was boiling the eggs, her husband seemed to be sucking meat with several sharp holes on the eggs. Our prejudice about eating eggs in this way was particularly worried about frying eggs during the remaining journey. It was only at this time that Honduras husband helped his wife's work.

After having breakfast at the summit, we started downhill from the other side. This is much more difficult for the mackerel than climbing, and they have come down slowly. Therefore, we have an opportunity to look over the top of the trees, or deeply observe the efforts of the person before trying to balance by lying on the back blocks [82]. I got it. In such a case, the temptation to sit straight and want to see how far I would continue. We hit the path around 6 o'clock in the evening, were very pleased with it, departed with Gallop alone, and was even more encouraged by being called by the name of various Spanish generals. It stimulated them so that we had to change their names to Bob Ingassaol, Hill Senate, or others to make the same effect. When I entered a strange hut, I was ashamed of it at first. However, the hut master [81] seemed to be indifferent to such an invasion. They demanded various prices for the services given to us. At least Jeffs said so. However, including dinner, accommodation, and breakfast for the next morning, our billing did not exceed 50 cents, so it could not be said to be robbery. While the aunt at the store where we first dropped in was boiling the eggs, her husband seemed to be sucking meat with several sharp holes on the eggs. Our prejudice about eating eggs in this way was particularly worried about frying eggs during the remaining journey. It was only at this time that Honduras husband helped his wife's work.

After having breakfast at the summit, we started downhill from the other side. This is much more difficult for the mackerel than climbing, and they have come down slowly. Therefore, we have an opportunity to look over the top of the trees, or deeply observe the efforts of the person before trying to balance by lying on the back blocks [82]. I got it. In such a case, the temptation to sit straight and want to see how far I would continue. We hit the path around 6 o'clock in the evening, were very pleased with it, departed with Gallop alone, and was even more encouraged by being called by the name of various Spanish generals. It stimulated them so that we had to change their names to Bob Ingassaol, Hill Senate, or others to make the same effect. When I entered an unknown hut, I was ashamed at first. However, the hut master [81] seemed to be indifferent to such an invasion. They demanded various prices for the services given to us. At least Jeffs said so. However, including dinner, accommodation, and breakfast for the next morning, our billing did not exceed 50 cents, so it could not be said to be robbery. While the aunt at the store where we first dropped in was boiling the eggs, her husband seemed to be sucking meat with several sharp holes on the eggs. Our prejudice about eating eggs in this way was particularly worried about frying eggs during the remaining journey. It was only at this time that Honduras husband helped his wife's work.

That night we slept at La Pieta, a ranch owned by Dr. Miguel Pazo, where I made my first experiments with hammocks, and tried to get used to sleeping among a crowd of Indian girls, Mosos, and cowboys. Just as some men say they like to sleep in hammocks, others say they prefer rough seas, and others say they are happiest when their bodies are hurled against the sides and superstructures of a ship. I am always fond of asking such men whether they prefer land with constant earthquakes or normal, stable land. I am always pleased to hear captains declare that they are content with a level keel, and with being able to relieve themselves without having to hang from a rail. I was equally pleased when, at Colon, I saw that many of the sailors, able to find a place to sleep on the hard deck of the ship, preferred to be suspended in a hammock that emptied above their heads. A hammock holds a man at an angle of 45 degrees, and the weight of his legs and body rests on the base of his spine, so that he cannot rest.

But hammocks are almost universally used in Honduras, and are a necessity, owing to the presence of insects, ants, and other beasts which climb up to the feet. But insects aside, the cow-swing, stretched with ropes, is the chief preference; it is at least flat, and one can lie down on it without his feet being more than three feet higher than his head. Its construction is very simple. When a steppe is killed, its hide is stuck to the ground, and left there; and, thus cleaned and dried in the sun, a rough rope is passed through its end, and it is attached, hairy side up, to a wooden frame; it makes a cool, hard bed. In the poor huts it is given to the children at night, and laid directly on the floor of the land. During the day the same hides [84] are used to make coffee, which is then piled high on top of it and dried in the sun. That night we slept at La Pieta, the ranch owned by Dr. Miguel Pazo, where I made my first experiments with hammocks and tried to get used to sleeping in a crowd of Indian girls, Mosos, and cowboys. Just as some men say they like to sleep in hammocks, others say they prefer rough seas, and others say they are happiest when their bodies are hurled against the sides and superstructures of a ship. I am always fond of asking such men whether they prefer land with constant earthquakes or normal, stable land. I am always pleased to hear captains declare that they are content with a level keel, or the ability to relieve themselves without having to hang from a rail. I was equally pleased when, at Colon, I saw that many of the sailors managed to find a place to sleep on the hard deck of the ship, and preferred to be suspended in a hammock that emptied above their heads. A hammock holds a person at an angle of 45 degrees, with the weight of both feet and body resting on the base of the spine, so that the person cannot rest.

But hammocks are almost universal in Honduras, and are a necessity, because of the insects, ants, and other beasts that climb up to the feet. But insects aside, the cow swing, stretched with ropes, is mainly preferred. It is at least flat, and one can lie down without one's feet being more than three feet higher than one's head. Its construction is very simple. When a steppe is killed, its hide is stuck to the ground and left there. Then, having been thus cleaned and dried in the sun, a rough rope is passed through its end, and it is attached, hairy side up, to a wooden frame. It makes a cool, hard bed. In the poor huts, they give it to the children at night, and lay it directly on the floor of the land. During the day, the same hides [84] are used to make coffee, which is then piled high on top of them and dried in the sun. That night we slept at La Pieta, a ranch owned by Dr. Miguel Pazo. There I made my first experiments with hammocks, and tried to get used to sleeping in a crowd of Indian girls, Mosos, and cowboys. Just as some men say they like to sleep in hammocks, others say they prefer rough seas, and others say they are happiest when they are slammed against the sides and superstructures of the ship. I am always fond of asking such men whether they prefer land with constant earthquakes or normal, stable land. I am always pleased to hear captains declare that they are content with a level keel, or the ability to relieve themselves without having to hang from a rail. I was equally pleased when, at Colon, many of the sailors found a place to sleep on the hard deck of the ship, and preferred to be suspended in hammocks that emptied above their heads. The hammock keeps a man at a 45-degree angle, and the weight of his legs and body rests on the base of his spine, making it impossible for him to rest. But hammocks are almost universally used in Honduras, and are a necessity, owing to the presence of insects, ants, and other beasts which climb up to the feet; but, insects aside, the cow-swing, stretched with ropes, is the chiefly preferred; it is at least flat, and one can lie down on it without one's feet rising above one's head; and it is of very simple construction. When a steppe is killed, its hide is stuck to the ground, and left there; and, being thus cleaned and dried in the sun, a rough rope is passed through its end, and it is attached, hairy side up, to a wooden frame; and it makes a cool, hard bed; in the poor huts it is given to the children at night, and laid directly on the ground; and during the day the same hides [84] are used to make coffee, which is then piled high on top of it, and dried in the sun.

We left La Pieta early the next morning in bright sunshine, but instead of toiling up the dark mountains of the day before, we found ourselves rushing across sunny fields and plains surrounded by delicate vegetation, along paths covered with the most beautiful flowers, pale-leaved and white and purple. Hundreds of pigeons flew in the sky, and the bushes were filled with birds with brilliant blue and black or orange wings, and with more sober colors, like macaws turned quakers, with long white wings and white upper bodies. Neither made any attempt to disturb us as we approached. An hour after we set off, we burst into a forest of Manacca palms. This was the most beautiful and wonderful experience of the trip. The Manacca palm differs from the cacao palm and the royal palm in that its branches seem to rise directly from the earth, instead of sprouting from the tops of tall trunks like the other palms. Each branch has a single stem, the leaves of which fall spreading out from either side, and are uniformly incised like a giant fern. [85]

The Essential Method of Drying Coffee

[86] We had a plant in our house similar to the Manacca Palm, which I saw in the corner of a painting at a wedding, so that when I saw a real Manacca Palm, the effect was magical. It did not look like some monstrous specimen of this little plant in America; it was as if I had come across a rose as big as a tree. The branches of these palms were sixty feet high and sometimes six feet wide, bending, swaying, and interlocking in the most graceful and extraordinary confusion. Every single branch quivered in the air, and for hours no sound was heard but a constant rustling and loneliness. Not even the hoofbeats of the mules could be heard, for they were running on centuries of dead leaves. The palms made a natural arch for us, the leaves drooping like portières all the way, and we would see the man leading the way raise his hand and push the long leaves on either side, which would then disappear as they returned to their proper place behind him. Everything was exaggerated in size and beauty, like a tropical island scene in a pantomime. It reminded me of a huge aquarium or an abandoned greenhouse.

They had smooth grey trunks, regular as marble, and roots as thick as throwing blankets, stretching ten or fifteen feet above the ground. If these flanges had been covered, the mulebacks might have taken refuge in them. [88] Some of these trunks were covered with an intricate lacework of parasites, which looked like thousands of snakes crawling across the white surface of the wood, like snakes, as they passed beneath them with unpleasant clinging. Hundreds of orchids clung to the branches, and from these thin branches to more flexible ones the palms beneath the white-horsed monkeys leapt and turned from tree to tree, and then, as the monkeys rose from their chatter in the depths of the forest, they rose again with a sweeping noise. We had been going all day through this enchanting desert of sunshine and damp green shadow, and at last we came out on a broad plain, cut by little streams of bubbles that shone exquisitely in the sunlight. It was as if we had woken up from a strange and beautiful nightmare. [89]

In the forests of Central America

[90] Early in the afternoon we reached another farmhouse, belonging to the young Dr. Pazo. We had gone thither in the hope of a few days of shooting, and it looked as though there was much sport to be had. The Chamelicon river, teeming with fish and crocodiles, flowed within fifty yards of the house. A great forest, inhabited by bears, deer, and wild boars, stretched round the house and on all sides beyond. The house itself was almost identical to other native huts in Honduras. It was unadorned inside, and unlandscaped outside, but nature has provided it with the most beautiful vegetation on either side. The walls of the Honduran huts are made of a framework of woven sticks packed with mud. [The floor is bare earth, and the roof thatched with palm branches. When the house is finished, all that is green around it is cleared away for about fifty yards, leaving a barren space of bare mud. This is not ornamental, but serves in some degree to keep away from the house the insects which cling to all greenery. A similar kitchen, woven of sticks and twigs, but without clay, and covered with palm leaves, is placed in a bare spot near the house, or in a lean-to hut.

The furnishings of the house depend in the same way on nature. The beds are grass hammocks or rawhides as I have described, and there are hardly any chairs or benches. Whatever they eat, which is of little variety, grows just beyond the clearing around the hut, and they can get it with the little energy it takes to carry it home. When a goat, pig, or cow is killed, the owner goes to the nearest mountaintop and blows his bull's horn, and those who want fresh meat rush across the mountain to buy it. As there is no ice from one end of Honduras to the other, the meat must be eaten on the day it is killed.

This is not the life of the Hondurans who live in the big cities or so-called towns, with their various approaches to the comforts of civilized countries, but the life of the inhabitants of this country with whom we were mainly dealing. It is as close to the condition of primitive man as you can find on this continent.

[However, naked and poor houses are naked because they are unscrupulous, not because they are poor, but there is almost always an altar in one corner of the hut and decorated as an altar. If there is no table, people use shelves and wood stumps and place symbolic people on it. They are almost Chinese dolls and have no original religious meaning, but they are dressed in small chinsals and silk, and are surrounded by sardines, empty bottles and cigars. Everything with color is preferred, and all the travelers who pass by are increasing the stock of decorations in the packaging of the box taken out of the back. The pictures they use for decoration are not as strange as the fact that they could not arrive in such a desert. The color lithographs of theater stars advertise that they are performing under such a manager, and advertisements for patents and woodcuts from 20 to 30 years ago are as if they were Raphaello and the Holy Family. We were often surprised to see that they were nailed to the clay wall and were seriously preferred.

[94] In a hut, I found a color lithograph depicting the life of a woman who knew all of us knew the sewing machine. We were delighted to meet the face we knew in a distant place, and bowed carefully and took off the hat. [But naked and poor houses are naked because they are unscrupulous, not because they are poor, but in one corner of the hut, there is almost always an altar and decorated as an altar. If there is no table, people use shelves and wood stumps and place symbolic people on it. They are almost Chinese dolls and have no original religious meaning, but they are dressed in small chinsals and silk, and are surrounded by sardines, empty bottles and cigars. Everything with color is preferred, and all the travelers who pass by are increasing the stock of decorations in the packaging of the box taken out of the back. The pictures they use for decoration are not as strange as the fact that they could not arrive in such a desert. The color lithographs of theater stars advertise that they are performing under such a manager, and advertisements for patents and woodcuts from 20 to 30 years ago are as if they were Raphaello and the Holy Family. We were often surprised to see that they were nailed to the clay wall and were seriously preferred.

[94] In a hut, I found a color lithograph depicting the life of a woman who knew all of us knew the sewing machine. We were delighted to be able to meet the face we had seen in a distant place, so we bowed carefully and took off the hat. [However, naked and poor houses are naked because they are unscrupulous, not because they are poor, but there is almost always an altar in one corner of the hut and decorated as an altar. If there is no table, people will use shelves and wooden stumps and put symbolic people on it. They are almost Chinese dolls and have no original religious meaning, but they are dressed in small chinsals and silk, and are surrounded by sardines, empty bottles and cigars. Everything with color is preferred, and all the travelers who pass by are increasing the stock of decorations in the packaging of the box taken out of the back. The pictures they use for decoration are not as strange as the fact that they could not arrive in such a desert. The color lithographs of theater stars advertise that they are performing under such a manager, and advertisements for patents and woodcuts from 20 to 30 years ago are as if they were Raphaello and the Holy Family. We were often surprised to see that they were nailed to the clay wall and were seriously preferred.

Dr. Pazo's house was like that which I have described. It was not his own house, but what they call a hunting lodge or ranch. While we were having lunch he asked a boy to go and see if there were any alligators, in exactly the same tone as if he were telling a store clerk to check if a tennis net was set up. The boy returned saying that there were five within 100 yards of the house. So after patiently waiting for Griscom to finish his coffee, as was his custom, we went out onto the bank and spent the rest of the afternoon shooting at disgruntled alligators. They didn't seem to be hurt very much, and we were very lucky. To kill an alligator you need to hit it behind the front legs, or break its spine and connect it to the tail. These vital points are difficult to hit, as the alligator floats with only its eyes and half its nose sticking out. When a crocodile is on a bank and tries to crawl over to the other bank, [95] the birds make a noise of their own accord, which alarms the crocodile, and it rolls into the water with a sharp movement that is hard to imagine for such a large body.

On our second day at Dr. Pazo's ranch, we split into two parties and roamed the desert for about ten miles. One party was armed with firearms and brought back a large number of fine winged muckings, wild turkeys, and quails. The other, not wanting to look at anything but big game, brought a rifle. To our greatest misfortune, our only catch came to me. It was a long-tailed wild animal that waited for us in the open with a calm and curious expression. I think I was more surprised than he was. Even as I threw the ground under his white belly, he stopped, turned round to look at me with a mean and fatal look, and then bounded gracefully through the undergrowth and disappeared. We also saw a little bear, but it also ran away before we could be set free. Having no dogs to chase it, we gave up the search any further and returned to the pot where the crocodiles were. There were some excellent hunting dogs on the ranch, but the Pazo brothers had killed Steppe the night we arrived, and had most of the dogs, so naturally in the morning we had no desire to hunt.

There was an older crocodile grandfather, and Sama Set and I hindered his sleep many times. He likes to take a nap on a small island surrounded by streams, and we often shot him from the opposite bank. The body was about 13 feet, and the agility of jumping into a calm small bay spread out of the sleeping place was frustrating and surprising. When I returned from the failed tour, he was still sleeping at its original position. So we swim in the stream and crawl on his small island and attack him from the side and behind. Somehow, it reminds me of taking a small vital capacity. By the way, if my memory was correct, the only uniforms of the recruit were Martini and the cartridge. Alligator Island is covered with sharp rocky mad, sand is very hot, and alligator customs are only vague ideas, and they are not always hunting. I thought it would be very ridiculous to be chased by a long crocodile on a small island and walked on a sharp and hot rock with bare feet.

The road to Santa Barbara

[98] So, each of us, with a boot in one hand, a repeating rifle in the other, and our money belts tied tight around our necks, we jumped into the rapids and started to cross the river. The rapids were so fast that I felt like I was going around a sharp turn in a cable car without a strap. I had my foot stuck between two rocks in the riverbed, held like a vice, while the rest of my body was rocked by the current, and only when my boot lifted the water did I stop at all. When I wanted to go farther, I stuck my toe between two more rocks, and in this way we got further across, but Somerset was nowhere to be seen. It took me a while to get my bruised, bleeding toe into my wet boot. All the while I kept looking over my shoulder to see if the crocodile would come ashore and attack me, or to frighten me instead of frightening him, for the island smelled strongly of musk, like cigar smoke. But I was greedy, and wanted to get closer. As we tiptoed along, picking up thorns and thistles, [100]I was surprised.

Stopping in Trinidad

[102] The tw o-day rest on Dr. Pazo's farm affected the mackerel, and the next day they moved very slowly. Greasecom and I were lost on the mountain side, and if they settled in the hut, they couldn't overtake others. When they arrived in the hut, they were tired and couldn't do anything more after falling from the horse. We found that they were extending to the ground under the illuminations of several pine Akira, the camera, saddles and rifles were scattered casually, and that the horse was walking in the darkness [103 ].] The stove fire shines through the pin and the holes of the wall of the kitchen, stirring something in the large pot with one hand, seeing a bed in the waist with one hand, the daughters are headed. He put a pot on it, and had the package of feed for livestock, and went out of the shade. It was like a gypsy camp. We had Emirio had a bundle of pine trees and returned to search for a carriage. In the sky we were now falling, I saw his flashlight lit and illuminated the rocks and trees on both sides.

That night, only one of us could sleep in the hut, and Greacom was cold and was given the privilege. When he sat down on the edge of the cow hut and began to wear boots, five feminine figures sitting in a hammock, observing his preparation with innocence, but disturbing curiosity. So, after a short while sleeping again, he slept in boots and spats, considering everything to spend more comfortably. [102] Dr. Pazo's tw o-day rest on the farm affected the mackerel, and the next day they moved very slowly. Greasecom and I were lost on the mountain side, and if they settled in the hut, they couldn't overtake others. When they arrived in the hut, they were tired and couldn't do anything more after falling from the horse. We found that they were extending to the ground under the illuminations of several pine Akira, the camera, saddles and rifles were scattered casually, and that the horse was walking in the darkness [103 ].] The stove fire shines through the pin and the holes of the wall of the kitchen, stirring something in the large pot with one hand, seeing a bed in the waist with one hand, the daughters are headed. He put a pot on it, and had the package of feed for livestock, and went out of the shade. It was like a gypsy camp. We had Emirio had a bundle of pine trees and returned to search for a carriage. In the sky we were now falling, I saw his flashlight lit and illuminated the rocks and trees on both sides.

AT CORINTO

That night, only one of us could sleep in the hut, and Greacom was cold and was given the privilege. When he sat down on the edge of the cow hut and began to wear boots, five feminine figures sitting in a hammock, observing his preparation with innocence, but disturbing curiosity. So, after a short while sleeping again, he slept in boots and spats, considering everything to spend more comfortably. [102] The tw o-day rest on Dr. Pazo's farm affected the mackerel, and the next day they moved very slowly. Greasecom and I were lost on the mountain side, and if they settled in the hut, they couldn't overtake others. When they arrived in the hut, they were tired and couldn't do anything more after falling from the horse. We found that they were extending to the ground under the illuminations of several pine Akira, the camera, saddles and rifles were scattered casually, and that the horse was walking in the darkness [103 ].] The stove fire shines through the pin and the holes of the wall of the kitchen, stirring something in the large pot with one hand, seeing a bed in the waist with one hand, the daughters are headed. He put a pot on it, and had the package of feed for livestock, and went out of the shade. It was like a gypsy camp. We had Emirio had a bundle of pine trees and returned to search for a carriage. In the sky we were now falling, I saw his flashlight lit and illuminated the rocks and trees on both sides.

Early the next morning we passed through the beautiful villages of Trinidad, and by evening we reached the largest city, Santa Barbara, where we heard the thumping of the mullet's hooves with the same shock as seeing land after a week's voyage. Santa Barbara is not a very large city, though it has good sidewalks, and is so isolated that the arrival of five strangers was such a circus procession that the town's children followed us, yelling loudly. They blocked off all sides of the house where we had taken refuge, and the local police had to take up positions at the windows to wave them away. The next morning I called to pay my respects to General Luis Boglan, who had been president of Honduras for eight years and had been in exile for two. He died a few months after our visit. He was a very handsome man, with a strong presence and a dignified manner. He received us as if he were a deposed sovereign and we, his faithful subjects, had come to pay him homage in his solitude. I asked him [105] what the best work of his administration had been, and after a moment's thought he answered, "Eight years of peace." This was rather a happy thing, considering that in the three years since he had left, four presidents had been elected, and two great and serious revolutions had taken place.

General Louis Boglan

We left Santa Barbara early the next morning, and drove further over the mountains to the town of Seguaca, where the village priest was holding a festival, and the natives had gathered for miles around. There seemed to be little interest in us when we arrived, but the townsfolk and visitors who had been within the gates left their rooms and followed us in a long procession down the road, into the house where we had lunched.

Our host prepared a table for us in the center of his largest room. The people entered through the door and window, sitting in a deep cross, 10 and 15 rows in our feet, and treating us in an absolute silence with a serious attitude. Those who could not stand inside closed the door, stood on the window frame, and the women were given honored places on tables and beds. This is a bit unpleasant, and we thought we had to provide something more different than just a meal practice to justify such interests. So we tried various art in the audience. He did not notice the presence of the audience, pretending to swallow the eggs, floating knives and forks in the air, and removing silver coins from the legs of the table. We were very encouraged by the audience opened their eyes, opened their mouth wide and leaned out at the edge of the eyes. When we started back, they all demanded the dollar who thought they were robbed.

Packet train to Santa Barbara

[108] The men in the town have been a few miles after us, according to polite habits. Our host took this opportunity to have a table for us in the center of his largest room. The people entered through the door and window, sitting in a deep cross, 10 and 15 rows in our feet, and treating us in an absolute silence with a serious attitude. Those who could not stand inside closed the door, stood on the window frame, and the women were given honored places on tables and beds. This is a bit unpleasant, and we thought we had to provide something more different than just a meal practice to justify such interests. So we tried various art in the audience. He did not notice the presence of the audience, pretending to swallow the eggs, floating knives and forks in the air, and removing silver coins from the legs of the table. We were very encouraged by the audience opened their eyes, opened their mouth wide and leaned out at the edge of the eyes. When we started back, they all demanded the dollar who thought they were robbed.

Packet train to Santa Barbara

[108] The men in the town have been a few miles after us, according to polite habits. Our host prepared a table for us in the center of his largest room. The people entered through the door and window, sitting in a deep cross, 10 and 15 rows in our feet, and treating us in an absolute silence with a serious attitude. Those who could not stand inside closed the door, stood on the window frame, and the women were given honored places on tables and beds. This is a bit unpleasant, and we thought we had to provide something more different than just a meal practice to justify such interests. So we tried various art in the audience. He did not notice the presence of the audience, pretending to swallow the eggs, floating knives and forks in the air, and removing silver coins from the legs of the table. We were very encouraged by the audience opened their eyes, opened their mouth wide and leaned out at the edge of the eyes. When we started back, they all demanded the dollar who thought they were robbed.

Packet train to Santa Barbara

[108] The men in the town have been a few miles after us, according to polite habits.

[109] The trail from Seguaka to the next resting place passed through the pine trees and crossed the pine trees that had been deposited for years. It was a very hot and dry afternoon, and the air was filled with the smell of pine. When we approached one of the many mountain streams, we broke Jeff and stopped in a mountain bath at a speed like Tobogan. I heard that swimming in Honduras was very dangerous, especially in the afternoon. However, we always bathed in the afternoon and spent 30 minutes in Ogawa flowing with roaring sounds as the best pleasure of the day. It's definitely the most fun among Honduras memories. The water is almost cold, in a small water or a large crack of a solid rock, flowing down with torrent and intense gale, jumping in the sun, flashing, or on the compass [110]. He raised his teeth quickly and was pushed from the deep shado w-like edge. We often hide themselves between the two rocks, put the water falling from the distance of a few feet on the head and shoulders, put them over the head and surroundings, and after 5 minutes, we have a massage in a Turkish bath. As if I had received it, I got the pain and stiffness of horseback riding. Probably, we were young in this country and did not hurt a lot. [109] The trail from Seguaka to the next resting place passed through the pine trees and crossed the pine trees that had accumulated for years. It was a very hot and dry afternoon, and the air was filled with pine smells. When we approached one of the many mountain streams, we broke Jeff and stopped in a mountain bath at a speed like Tobogan. I heard that swimming in Honduras was very dangerous, especially in the afternoon. However, we always bathed in the afternoon and spent 30 minutes in Ogawa flowing with roaring sounds as the best pleasure of the day. It's definitely the most fun among Honduras memories. The water is almost cold, in a small water or a large crack of a solid rock, flowing down with torrent and intense gale, jumping in the sun, flashing, or on the compass [110]. He raised his teeth quickly and was pushed from the deep shado w-like edge. We often hide themselves between the two rocks, put the water falling from the distance of a few feet on the head and shoulders, put them over the head and surroundings, and after 5 minutes, we have a massage in a Turkish bath. As if I had received it, I got the pain and stiffness of horseback riding. Probably, we were young in this country and did not hurt a lot. [109] The trail from Seguaka to the next resting place passed through the pine trees and crossed the pine trees that had been deposited for years. It was a very hot and dry afternoon, and the air was filled with pine smells. When we approached one of the many mountain streams, we broke Jeff and stopped in a mountain bath at a speed like Tobogan. I heard that swimming in Honduras was very dangerous, especially in the afternoon. However, we always bathed in the afternoon and spent 30 minutes in Ogawa flowing with roaring sounds as the best pleasure of the day. It's definitely the most fun among Honduras memories. The water is almost cold, in a small water or a large crack of a solid rock, flowing down with torrent and intense gale, jumping in the sun, flashing, or on the compass [110]. He raised his teeth quickly and was pushed from the deep shado w-like edge. We often hide themselves between the two rocks, bathe from the distance of a few feet on their heads and shoulders, or put them over the head and surroundings. As if I had received it, I got the pain and stiffness of horseback riding. Probably, we were young in this country and did not hurt a lot.

If you look at the state of the livestock before returning, 3 dogs, 11 cats [111], 7 children, 5 men, 3 women, 12 chicken, the same room. I was sleeping on one roof or trying to sleep. When I gave up sleeping and wandering around in the middle of the night, I was surprised to see three or four calfs that were sleeping under the porch came out of the dark. We were always asking Jeff why we would sleep in such a place instead of shaking the hammock under the tree or doing a good camp. His answer was that there were insects in a few doors, but they were essentially extinct than the number they encountered in the wild. Before returning home, if you look at the state of the livestock, 3 dogs, 11 cats [111], 5 men, 5 women, 3 women, 12 chickens, I was sleeping under the roof, or trying to sleep. When I gave up sleeping and wandering around in the middle of the night, I was surprised to see three or four calfs that were sleeping under the porch came out of the dark. We were always asking Jeff why we would sleep in such a place instead of shaking the hammock under the tree or doing a good camp. His answer was that there were insects in a few doors, but they were essentially extinct than the number they encountered in the wild. If you look at the state of the livestock before returning, 3 dogs, 11 cats [111], 7 children, 5 men, 3 women, 12 chicken, the same room. I was sleeping on one roof or trying to sleep. When I gave up sleeping and wandering around in the middle of the night, I was surprised to see three or four calfs that were sleeping under the porch came out of the dark. We were always asking Jeff why we would sleep in such a place instead of shaking the hammock under the tree or doing a good camp. His answer was that there were insects in a few doors, but they were essentially extinct than the number they encountered in the wild.

A blanket to lie on, another to wrap you up in. But the greenery that grows in Honduras is saturated with bugs, crawling, biting, and biting things of every kind, and nothing is not alive. It is more than merely unpleasant. To write about Honduras without mentioning the bugs would be as absurd as writing about the West Coast of Africa without mentioning the fevers. If you sit on the grass, or amongst a fallen tree, or under an upright tree, or walk through the [112] bush, hundreds of animals of one kind or another will cling to your clothes and body. And if you get off your mule to photograph something in the bush, and walk twenty feet through the bush, when you come out again you are sure to be beaten as hard with brushes and sticks as if you had laid a dusty carpet. There may be as many as a hundred bugs under the leaves, and after they have set their claws on you, your life becomes a mockery, and you feel like you are sleeping at night on a bed of chili peppers. The mule is even harder. For, as if the torments of the day were not enough, at night there is a constant danger from the vampire.

After an evening with various people and animals, we return to Tegucigalpa again.

On the night of the sixth day, we moved a hammock outside of Tabla Ve's city hall, but could hardly sleep. In the morning and night, it was severely cold, and from the huts, the breat h-like moisture exhaled from the open door of the refrigerator rose, and despite wearing a sweater and a rubber blanket, we continued to tremble. In the sky, the moon and stars were shining neatly, but in the valley of the village, dark fog like the white smoke of a steam engine stand out from the ground to the height of the house, and completely hide Tabla Ve like the bottom of the lake. I was. The dogs in the village moved around in the fog, howling sadly, and the sudden anger flew around, and we looked up in a hammock and looked asleep. It wasn't a fun night. The next morning, we climbed the mountain slope from the fog while being satisfied with the sunlight again without refreshing. We heard that in the afternoon of the day, in the afternoon of Segua Tepec [114], we were supposed to feed the cow that opened the church in the Segua Tepec village, which climbed 15 miles. So we left Jeffs and pushed the mazo and ran the maza as soon as possible, and arrived at Segua Tepec at 4:00 pm.

On the night of the sixth village in the background, we moved a hammock outside the city hall of Tabla Ve, but could hardly sleep. In the morning and night, it was severely cold, and from the huts, the breat h-like moisture exhaled from the open door of the refrigerator rose, and despite wearing a sweater and a rubber blanket, we continued to tremble. In the sky, the moon and stars were shining neatly, but in the valley of the village, dark fog like the white smoke of a steam engine stand out from the ground to the height of the house, and completely hide Tabla Ve like the bottom of the lake. I was. The dogs in the village moved around in the fog, howling sadly, and the sudden anger flew around, and we looked up in a hammock and looked asleep. It wasn't a fun night. The next morning, we climbed the mountain slope from the fog while being satisfied with the sunlight again without refreshing. We heard that in the afternoon of the day, in the afternoon of Segua Tepec [114], we were supposed to feed the cow that opened the church in the Segua Tepec village, which climbed 15 miles. So we ran the mazos while pushing Mozo, leaving Jeffs, and arrived at the Segua Tepec at 4:00 pm in the afternoon.

On the night of the sixth day of the village, we moved the hammock outside the city hall in Tabla Ve, but could hardly sleep. In the morning and night, it was severely cold, and from the huts, the breat h-like moisture exhaled from the open door of the refrigerator rose, and despite wearing a sweater and a rubber blanket, we continued to tremble. In the sky, the moon and stars were shining neatly, but in the valley of the village, dark fog like the white smoke of a steam engine stand out from the ground to the height of the house, and completely hide Tabla Ve like the bottom of the lake. I was. The dogs in the village moved around in the fog, howling sadly, and the sudden anger flew around, and we looked up in a hammock and looked asleep. It wasn't a fun night. The next morning, we climbed the mountain slope from the fog while being satisfied with the sunlight again without refreshing. We heard that in the afternoon of the day, in the afternoon of Segua Tepec [114], we were supposed to feed the cow that opened the church in the Segua Tepec village, which climbed 15 miles. So we ran the mazos while pushing Mozo, leaving Jeffs, and arrived at the Segua Tepec at 4:00 pm in the afternoon.

Background village

It was a bright and clean city, located on a flat top of a hill, evenly away from all sides. There were small churches and small plazas, and the church was much better than any other house ([115] so in any village we passed). The two aspects of the square were closed with a 7. 5-mete r-high fence. The barriers and the other two houses, which make up the square, formed a arena where bulls were placed freely. All the windows and some doors of the houses were banned, and the empty space between them was filled with log logs. There was no period, but everyone donated benches and tables from their homes, women sat on it, and men and boys climbed the rails on the barricade. Each house was hung in colorful azuda, and the women wore a vivid silk shawl, and 15 boys, who seemed to be 16 years old, played in the afternoon desperate job.

He was a little primitive and no n-typical bull, and began by cutting the bull with horns and hooves and dragging first with a barricade. The cows were in a troublesome, disadvantageous position, as 12 men pulled Lariat from outside the ring to the corners, and two men twisted the cow tail inside the ring. The bold rider seeds bare feet, with his fingers on the rope wrapped around the bull, grabs the same rope with one hand, and grabs the boat hull with his hind legs. I clung. When the beef feels stable firmly and the bull is in a very bad mood with a spear or a sharp stick, the Lariat around the corner is cut, launched in a desperately pony hut, and a man clinging to his back. Lol I was trying to do it. A bright and clean city, located on a flat top of a hill, evenly away from all sides. There were small churches and small plazas, and the church was much better than any other house ([115] so in any village we passed). The two aspects of the square were closed with a 7. 5-mete r-high fence. The barriers and the other two houses, which make up the square, formed a arena where bulls were placed freely. All the windows and some doors of the houses were banned, and the empty space between them was filled with log logs. There was no period, but everyone donated benches and tables from their homes, women sat on it, and men and boys climbed the rails on the barricade. Each house was hung in colorful azuda, and the women wore a vivid silk shawl, and 15 boys, who seemed to be 16 years old, played in the afternoon desperate job.

He was a little primitive and no n-typical bull, and began by cutting the bull with horns and hooves and dragging first with a barricade. The cows were in a troublesome, disadvantageous position, as 12 men pulled Lariat from outside the ring to the corners, and two men twisted the cow tail inside the ring. The bold rider seeds bare feet, with his fingers on the rope wrapped around the bull, grabs the same rope with one hand, and grabs the boat hull with his hind legs. I clung. When the beef feels stable firmly and the bull is in a very bad mood with a spear or a sharp stick, the Lariat around the corner is cut, launched in a desperately pony hut, and a man clinging to his back. Lol I was trying to do it. It was a bright and clean city, located on a flat top of a hill, evenly away from all sides. There were small churches and small plazas, and the church was much better than any other house ([115] so in any village we passed). The two aspects of the square were closed with a 7. 5-mete r-high fence. The barriers and the other two houses, which make up the square, formed a arena where bulls were placed freely. All the windows and some doors of the houses were banned, and the empty space between them was filled with log logs. There was no period, but everyone donated benches and tables from their homes, women sat on it, and men and boys climbed the rails on the barricade. Each house was hung in colorful azuda, and the women wore a vivid silk shawl, and 15 boys, who seemed to be 16 years old, played in the afternoon desperate job.

There was no regular trail doll, and anyone who wanted to spend Saguy Tepecans' holidays at the expense of themselves could do it freely. The excitement reached the peak because the men of the hal f-daders sought for a distinction, and the bull rushed to anything with two legs. Despite being carrying a heavy handicap, the movement of the cow is too fast for a huge animal, except for a man with a red flag or a natural phenomenon, no one approaches a cow. I didn't. He threw and descended from the ring, thrown and hit, and made him feel unpleasant as possible for the man on his back. I thought it was clearly sporting to take a picture of a bull who rushed towards the photographer, and at the same time [117] Sama Set and Greacom twisted the tail. While dealing with a man, I thought it would be fun to face a very crazy bull. Since we were foreigners, our appearance was greeted by laughter and encouragement. The gentlemen on the bull seemed to be able to control him a little while twisting his tail left and right, and as soon as he heard the shouting of us, all the bulls of the bull to my two new friends. I tried. Greasecom and Samadet are 1 meter tall without horse riding and helmet, and two people can be combined.

The natives shouted and shouted in this fun show, and it was generally understood that we were hired to perform for their special entertainment to perform in strange costumes. It gained real popularity in a novel. The cow feeding lasted for a while, but since I had the camera in my hand, there was no evidence that someone other than Greacom and Sama Set had escaped. [118]. The locals whose houses are part of the arena opened the door kindly. It was pleasant to see the trail dolls going out and entering the door, like a small man and a woman on the barometer, going out when it rained, and when it was sunny. There is no regular trail doll, and anyone who wants to spend Sagua Tepecans' holidays at the expense of themselves can do so freely. The excitement reached the peak because the men of the hal f-daders sought for a distinction, and the bull rushed to anything with two legs. Despite being carrying a heavy handicap, the movement of the cow is too fast for a huge animal, except for a man with a red flag or a natural phenomenon, no one approaches a cow. I didn't. He threw and descended from the ring, thrown and hit, and made him feel unpleasant as possible for the man on his back. I thought it was clearly sporting to take a picture of a bull who rushed towards the photographer, and at the same time [117] Sama Set and Greacom twisted the tail. While dealing with a man, I thought it would be fun to face a very crazy bull. Since we were foreigners, our appearance was greeted by laughter and encouragement. The gentlemen on the bull seemed to be able to control him a little while twisting his tail left and right, and as soon as he heard the shouting of us, all the bulls of the bull to my two new friends. I tried. Greasecom and Samadet are 1 meter tall without horse riding and helmet, and two people can be combined.

The natives shouted and shouted in this fun show, and it was generally understood that we were hired to perform for their special entertainment to perform in strange costumes. It gained real popularity in a novel. The cow feeding lasted for a while, but since I had the camera in my hand, there was no evidence that someone other than Greacom and Sama Set had escaped. [118]. The locals whose houses are part of the arena opened the door kindly. It was pleasant to see the trail dolls going out and entering the door, like a small man and a woman on the barometer, going out when it rained, and when it was sunny. There was no regular trail doll, and anyone who wanted to spend Saguy Tepecans' holidays at the expense of themselves could do it freely. The excitement reached the peak because the men of the hal f-daders sought for a distinction, and the bull rushed to anything with two legs. Despite being carrying a heavy handicap, the movement of the cow is too fast for a huge animal, except for a man with a red flag or a natural phenomenon, no one approaches a cow. I didn't. He threw and descended from the ring, thrown and hit, and made him feel unpleasant as possible for the man on his back. I thought it was clearly sporting to take a picture of a bull who rushed towards the photographer, and at the same time [117] Sama Set and Greacom twisted the tail. While dealing with a man, I thought it would be fun to face a very crazy bull. Since we were foreigners, our appearance was greeted by laughter and encouragement. The gentlemen on the bull seemed to be able to control him a little while twisting his tail left and right, and as soon as he heard the shouting of us, all the bulls of the bull to my two new friends. I tried. Greasecom and Samadet are 1 meter tall without horse riding and helmet, and two people can be combined.

When a bull rushes into a barricade, all the rows of men and boys on the bullring of the bull retreating and disappearing completely until the frustrated bull rushes in another direction. There was also a window light that jumped from the head like a pantomime Harlequin. The sound stopped only when the bull assaults the fence of the music squad sitting, and the music squad left the bull. There was a big ball that night, and we did not go, but listened to the performance of 15 boy musicians until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. The music was a strange, idolic music dominated by the piping of the lead instrument. But it was very beautiful, and it was very similar to Hungary's gypsy [119] music in that small thrills up and down the nervous system.

The next morning, Jeffs was heated and we met again. Until late afternoon, he crossed the deep forest hill without water, went out to a large stream, and surprised several young girls swimming. When they jumped into Ford, they retreated leisurely. Swimming in the middle style is a popular entertainment in Honduras and is done without humility. And when we come across the women swimming many times, their main occupations are like swimming. When the bull rushes into a barricade, the male or boys on the bull on the bullring of the bull retreating and disappears completely until the frustrated bull rushes in another direction. I will. There was also a window light that jumped from the head like a pantomime Harlequin. The sound stopped only when the beef assaulted the fence where the music squad sitting, and the music squad left the bull. There was a big ball that night, and we did not go, but listened to the performance of 15 boy musicians until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. The music was a strange, idolic music dominated by the piping of the lead instrument. But it was very beautiful, and it resembled Hungary's gypsy [119] music in that a small thrill raised the nervous system.

The next morning, Jeffs was heated and we met again. Until late afternoon, he crossed the deep forest hill without water, went out to a large stream, and surprised several young girls swimming. When they jumped into Ford, they retreated leisurely. Swimming in the middle style is a popular entertainment in Honduras and is done without humility. And when we come across the women swimming many times, their main occupations are like swimming. When a bull rushes into a barricade, all the rows of men and boys on the bullring of the bull retreating and disappearing completely until the frustrated bull rushes in another direction. There was also a window light that jumped from the head like a pantomime Harlequin. The sound stopped only when the bull assaults the fence of the music squad sitting, and the music squad left the bull. There was a big ball that night, and we did not go, but listened to the performance of 15 boy musicians until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. The music was a strange, idolic music dominated by the piping of the lead instrument. But it was very beautiful, and it was very similar to Hungary's gypsy [119] music in that small thrills up and down the nervous system.

That night, we slept in the second largest city in the Republic. It was originally selected as the capital of the capital, just the same distance from the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea. There are many on e-story houses with iron windows, and there is a dusty and exposed square opposite the huge cathedral. The number of residents who had 60, 000 in Spanish days was reduced to 10. It is completely separated from civilization, like an island floating in the Pacific Ocean. The plains with comi a-gears are spreading over many miles, indicating that the stone and pebbles on the surface once were the bottom of a large lake. Now, round pebbles and sandy areas create a scorching valley, and the shade shines in the shade and Sanin without saving the traveler from the fierce rays.

From there, I ran more than 30 miles, rested overnight in the capital, and found a corner of the plains, which ran the harshest 10 miles on this trip. We came to the plains behind the long funeral, and both men and boys were walking on the barefoot burning sand. They went to the plains burial grounds, carry their coffins on their shoulders, and before that, they took a statue of a lif e-sized Virgin Mary and a candle that lit a lot of yellow burning in the bright sunshine. That night we slept in Komiya Goa, the second largest city in the Republic. It was originally selected as the capital of the capital, just the same distance from the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea. There are many on e-story houses with iron windows, and there is a dusty and exposed square opposite the huge cathedral. The number of residents who had 60, 000 in Spanish days was reduced to 10. It is completely separated from civilization, like an island floating in the Pacific Ocean. The plains with comi a-gears are spreading over many miles, indicating that the stone and pebbles on the surface once were the bottom of a large lake. Now, round pebbles and sandy areas create a scorching valley, and the shade shines in the shade and Sanin without saving the traveler from the fierce rays.

From there, I ran more than 30 miles, rested overnight in the capital, and found a corner of the plains, which ran the harshest 10 miles on this trip. We came to the plains behind the long funeral, and both men and boys were walking on the barefoot burning sand. They went to the plains burial grounds, carry their coffins on their shoulders, and before that, they took a statue of a lif e-sized Virgin Mary and a candle that lit a lot of yellow burning in the bright sunshine. That night, we slept in the second largest city in the Republic. It was originally selected as the capital of the capital, just the same distance from the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea. There are many on e-story houses with iron windows, and there is a dusty and exposed square opposite the huge cathedral. The number of residents who had 60, 000 in Spanish days was reduced to 10. It is completely separated from civilization, like an island floating in the Pacific Ocean. The plains with comi a-gears are spreading over and over many miles, and the properties of stones and pebbles on the surface seem to be once the bottom of a large lake. Now, round pebbles and sandy areas create a scorching valley, and the shade shines in the shade and Sanin without saving the traveler from the fierce rays.

From there, I ran more than 30 miles and rested overnight in the capital, and found a corner of the plains that ran the harshest 10 miles on this trip. We came to the plains behind the long funeral, and both men and boys were walking on the barefoot burning sand. They went to the plains burial grounds, carry their coffins on their shoulders, and before that, they took a statue of a lif e-sized Virgin Mary and a candle that lit a lot of yellow burning in the bright sunshine.

There were many miles in heavy sand from Komyaagua. It seemed that nothing was growing in the sand, but the pale green giant Katakuri extended to a height of 15 to 20 feet (about 1. 5 to 2. 5 meters) above, giving a vivid yellow flower. A hundre d-day grass growing with tall leaves without thorns, blooming. The mountains laid left and right, forming a valley we would run. There were two dark green barriers in the backdrop of the burning sky. The air [121] had no moisture, and the trail ran in the heat and was swimming. If you put your hand in the saddle leather cup, the meat will be burned like a heated brass board, and after applying the helmet to the water, the dry helmet will burn as if you returned from the store. Ta. The light of the sun seems to hit not only from the top but also from the bottom, and we drive while driving, look at, dodge our heads, and pass by as if the sun is alive. Every time we hit us directly. When I dared to look up at the sky, the brilliance looked as if someone had a mirror on your eyes.

There were few things that block the sun as if the bricks were lined up on the brick, but when they lied between the two huts, they could find warm air and shade. Later, the red hematite ore walked on a road that lasted one or two kilometers, but felt like walking in the roller mill that removed the roof. Two hours later, we went to a white calculus valley where the government reduced the steps for the labs. The white shine of this valley was unable to see at all and had a lim e-like atmosphere. Sand and clay layers, red ore particles and white chalk powder spread all over. The scent of pine forest drifted, and a breathed sponge of moss and ferns drifted.

There were many miles in heavy sand from Komyaagua, a bridge connecting the suburbs. It seemed that nothing was growing in the sand, but the pale green giant Katakuri extended to a height of 15 to 20 feet (about 1. 5 to 2. 5 meters) above, giving a vivid yellow flower. A hundre d-day grass growing with tall leaves without thorns, blooming. The mountains laid left and right, forming a valley we would run. There were two dark green barriers in the backdrop of the burning sky. The air [121] had no moisture, and the trail ran in the heat and was swimming. If you put your hand in the saddle leather cup, the meat will be burned like a heated brass board, and after applying the helmet to the water, the dry helmet will burn as if you returned from the store. Ta. The light of the sun seems to hit not only from the top but also from the bottom, and we drive while driving, look at, dodge our heads, and pass by as if the sun is alive. Every time we hit us directly. When I dared to look up at the sky, the brilliance looked as if someone had a mirror on your eyes.

There were many miles in heavy sand from the bridge, Komyaagua, which connects Tegushigarpa and the suburbs. It seemed that nothing was growing in the sand, but the pale green giant Katakuri extended to a height of 15 to 20 feet (about 1. 5 to 2. 5 meters) above, giving a vivid yellow flower. A hundre d-day grass growing with tall leaves without thorns, blooming. The mountains laid left and right, forming a valley we would run. There were two dark green barriers in the backdrop of the burning sky. The air [121] had no moisture, and the trail ran in the heat and was swimming. If you put your hand in the saddle leather cup, the meat will be burned like a heated brass board, and after applying the helmet to the water, the dry helmet will burn as if you returned from the store. Ta. The light of the sun seems to hit not only from the top but also from the bottom, and we drive while driving, look at, dodge our heads, and pass by as if the sun is alive. Every time we hit us directly. When I dared to look up at the sky, the brilliance looked as if someone had a mirror on your eyes.

There were few things that block the sun as if the bricks were lined up on the brick, but when they lied between the two huts, they could find warm air and shade. Later, the red hematite ore walked on a one or two kilometers, but felt like walking in the roller mill that removed the roof. Two hours later, we went to a white calculus valley where the government reduced the steps for the labs. The white shine of this valley was unable to see at all and had a lim e-like atmosphere. Sand and clay layers, red ore particles and white chalk powder spread all over. The scent of pine forest drifted, and a breathed sponge of moss and ferns drifted.

Bridge connecting the suburbs with Tegushigarpa

ON THE ISTHMUS OF PANAMA

[124] I came to Tegusigarpa to two days left, but the feeling of approaching the civilization and the knowledge that most of the journey was over was dangerous, and there was no comfort that I did something in the meantime. It made me forget the difficulties and difficulties we have endured. If I was going to the East Africa coast, it would not have been so unpleasant and there was no danger of fever.

He has been tricks that make us excites and make us feel dangerous. Sometimes bandits appear in Central America, and their favorite hunting grounds in Honduras are within a few miles from the Tegsigalpa, along the route from the east coast, which we were about to pass. Jeffs complained that we were not enthusiastic about traveling, so it was kind to turn to Brigand and maintain our route. So he left us swimming in the water drops and told him to move forward to secure a night dormitory, and drove a little ahead and be behind a large rock on one side of the narrow canyon. Excreted. He first placed the coat on the bushes and put his hat on another bush. When we provoked us, seeing the faint evidence illuminated by the moonlight, remembering the bandits, being at the foot of the bandit, and leaving the bandits as soon as possible. It was his aim to be satisfied when he came across an adventure. [124] I came to Tegushigarpa to two days left, but the feeling of approaching the civilization and the knowledge that most of the journey had ended was a dangerous excitement and something in the meantime. Without comfort, it made me forget the difficulties and hardship we had endured. If I was going to the East Africa coast, it would not have been so unpleasant and there was no danger of fever.

He has been tricks that make us excites and make us feel dangerous. Sometimes bandits appear in Central America, and their favorite hunting grounds in Honduras are within a few miles from the Tegsigalpa, along the route from the east coast, which we were about to pass. Jeffs complained that we were not enthusiastic about traveling, so it was kind to turn to Brigand and maintain our route. So he left us swimming in the water drops and told him to move forward to secure a night dormitory, and drove a little ahead and be behind a large rock on one side of the narrow canyon. Excreted. He first placed the coat on the bushes and put his hat on another bush. When we provoked us, seeing the faint evidence illuminated by the moonlight, remembering the bandits, being at the foot of the bandit, and leaving the bandits as soon as possible. It was his aim to be satisfied when he came across an adventure. [124] I came to Tegusigarpa to two days left, but the feeling of approaching the civilization and the knowledge that most of the journey was over was dangerous, and there was no comfort that I did something in the meantime. It made me forget the difficulties and difficulties we have endured. If I was going to the East Africa coast, it would not have been so unpleasant and there was no danger of fever.

It was around 7 o'clock when I arrived at the imbuccade. Sama sets proceeded while reading "walrus and carpenter", and we made corrections if he made a mistake, and passed through the trees, looking at the cool moonlight. We had no identification except for the three men crouching on the hill and the flash of their spin. This was different from Jeffs's plan, so he had to sort out the situation immediately. The bullet cut the branches around the hill, piercing the rock behind him now. You may have known that we couldn't shoot him, but he was afraid of a flowing bullet. So he shouted in English and called us by name. Finally, we found that we were discharged, imposed, and forced, and it turned out that our adventures were very unfaithful for all concerned. It took a long time to go around the mackerel, and we fell asleep in a dark silence without suppressing the desire for danger.

Tegshigarpa's bird' s-eye view

[128] The next morning, the last few miles that separate us from Tegsigalpa seemed to be the longest on this trip. We had a strong desire to arrive at Tegusigarpa by night, so we gave up on the wide road and went into the middle of the last mountain. The town did not seem to be as welcomed as seen from the sky. The town was on a desolate plains surrounded by five hills that rose straight toward the sky. This seemed to have been placed there for special purposes in order to drop the town that fell more accurately at his feet. The hills were exposed by Verdur, and the scenery around the capital was imagined by us the country of Jerusalem. We had never seen Jerusalem, so we observed why we had to do so, discussed, and stood away with each other, low sinked trees, red ground and flat roofs. I decided it was.

It was around 7 o'clock when I arrived at Honduras bank . Sama sets proceeded while reading "walrus and carpenter", and we made corrections if he made a mistake, and passed through the trees, looking at the cool moonlight. We had no identification except for the three men crouching on the hill and the flash of their spin. This was different from Jeffs's plan, so he had to sort out the situation immediately. The bullet cut the branches around the hill, piercing the rock behind him now. You may have known that we couldn't shoot him, but he was afraid of a flowing bullet. So he shouted in English and called us by name. Finally, we found that we were discharged, imposed, and forced, and it turned out that our adventures were very unfaithful for all concerned. It took a long time to go around the mackerel, and we fell asleep in a dark silence without suppressing the desire for danger.

Tegusigarpa's bird' s-eye view

I arrived at Honduras' bank imbuccade around 7 o'clock. Sama sets proceeded while reading "walrus and carpenter", and we made corrections if he was wrong, and passed through the trees while looking at the cool moonlight. We had no identification except for the three men crouching on the hill and the flash of their spin. This was different from Jeffs's plan, so he had to sort out the situation immediately. The bullet cut the branches around the hill, piercing the rock behind him now. You may have known that we couldn't shoot him, but he was afraid of a flowing bullet. So he shouted in English and called us by name. Finally, we found that we were discharged, imposed, and forced, and it turned out that our adventures were very unfaithful for all concerned. It took a long time to go around the mackerel, and we fell asleep in a dark silence without suppressing the desire for danger.

Tegshigarpa's bird' s-eye view

[128] The next morning, the last few miles that separate us from Tegsigalpa seemed to be the longest on this trip. We had a strong desire to arrive at Tegusigarpa by night, so we gave up on the wide road and went into the middle of the last mountain. The town did not seem to be as welcomed as seen from the sky. The town was on a desolate plains surrounded by five hills that rose straight toward the sky. This seemed to have been placed there for special purposes in order to drop the town that fell more accurately at his feet. The hills were exposed by Verdur, and the scenery around the capital was imagined by each of us a country of Jerusalem. We had never seen Jerusalem, so we observed why we had to do so, discussed, and stood away with each other, low sinked trees, red ground and flat roofs. I decided it was.

Honduras bank

The telephone line, which was stretched throughout Honduras, shakes from the trees, and has passed through the long [130] section of the palm and jungle. Some of them, informing foreign residents of Jeffs, drove in a car to welcome us. Their greetings and paved spectacles, the passing of a soldier wearing a real military uniform wearing a music squad and shoes seemed to promise many entertainment and comfort. But the hotel was shocking. We sent the news that we would come and looked forward to the first night in a flat bed under clean linen. However, when I arrived, I was encouraged to choose either a room where the heavy sick people who left all the medicine were just empty or the unpleasant room reminiscent of a hospital. The owner's son who saw it was kind and good, so soaked his hands in water, washed his sleeves, and rubbed the table. After this, we gave up on the expectation of fun and was surprised to find that we had a feast using civilization. The telephone line, which was stretched throughout the Honduras, shakes from the trees, penetrating the long [130] section of the palm and jungle. Some of them, informing foreign residents of Jeffs, drove in a car to welcome us. Their greetings and paved spectacles, the passing of a soldier wearing a real military uniform wearing a music squad and shoes seemed to promise many entertainment and comfort. But the hotel was shocking. We sent the news that we would come and looked forward to the first night in a flat bed under clean linen. However, when I arrived, I was encouraged to choose either a room where the heavy sick people who left all the medicine were just empty or the unpleasant room reminiscent of a hospital. The owner's son who saw it was kind and good, so soaked his hands in water, washed his sleeves, and rubbed the table. After this, we gave up on the expectation of fun and was surprised to find that we had a feast using civilization. The telephone line, which was stretched throughout Honduras, shakes from the trees, and has passed through the long [130] section of the palm and jungle. Some of them, informing foreign residents of Jeffs, drove in a car to welcome us. Their greetings and paved spectacles, the passing of a soldier wearing a real military uniform wearing a music squad and shoes seemed to promise many entertainment and comfort. But the hotel was shocking. We sent the news that we would come and looked forward to the first night in a flat bed under clean linen. However, when I arrived, I was encouraged to choose either a room where the heavy sick people who left all the medicine were just empty or the unpleasant room reminiscent of a hospital. The owner's son who saw it was kind and good, so soaked his hands in water, washed his sleeves, and rubbed the table. After this, we gave up on the expectation of fun, and surprisingly surprised that we had a feast using civilization.

Tegusigarpa has a tributary on the opposite bank, and its tributary is in Brooklyn, New York, the capital. The river width and the water depth are not so large, and flat and wide rocks are blocking the river. The laundry women in both cities stand on their knees to the side of the day and tap the stone with a twisted hemp club. This is the only energy given by this town. Other residents seem to be exaggerated in entertainment and boring and frustrated. There is a long, dark and cool general store, there is a large cathedral, a beautiful square where the orchestra plays at night, and the two people make two circles on the right and left. However, there is no color, decoration, light, lively, no hustle, no laugh. People on the day and night, people speak and call each other on a narrow street. Everyone seems to be sleeping at 9 o'clock, and after that time, the town calms down like a large graveyard, except that a boy officer tells her time with a whistle or dog.

Morazan statue

The most interesting thing about this capital is that, as already mentioned, is something that is in the capital, or that is not formed from the ground or formed by trees. It is the fact that it was moved to the capital on the back of. The letters on the street corner were once the United States, but later moved to the donkey. Gas lights and iron handrails in the park, and the few statues and busts in public areas have arrived in Tegshigarpa in similar ways. The large equestrian statue of Morazan in the square was cast in Italy and was transported to Tegsigarpa in a different state before being assembled like a jigsaw puzzle, and was installed in the current location to show glory and immortality. 。 I wasn't interested in itself, but it was interesting to be there. Tegusigarpa has a tributary on the opposite bank, and its tributary is in the capital of New York, New York. The river width and the water depth are not so large, and flat and wide rocks are blocking the river. The laundry women in both cities stand on their knees to the side of the day and tap the stone with a twisted hemp club. This is the only energy given by this town. Other residents seem to be exaggerated in entertainment and boring and frustrated. There is a long, dark and cool general store, there is a large cathedral, a beautiful square where the orchestra plays at night, and the two people make two circles on the right and left. However, there is no color, decoration, light, lively, no hustle, no laugh. People on the day and night, people speak and call each other on a narrow street. Everyone seems to be sleeping at 9 o'clock, and after that time, the town calms down like a large graveyard, except that a boy officer tells her time with a whistle or dog.

Morazan statue

The most interesting thing about this capital is that, as already mentioned, is something that is in the capital, or that is not formed from the ground or formed by trees. It is the fact that it was moved to the capital on the back of. The letters on the street corner were once the United States, but later moved to the donkey. Gas lights and iron handrails in the park, and the few statues and busts in public areas have arrived in Tegshigarpa in similar ways. The large equestrian statue of Morazan in the square was cast in Italy and was transported to Tegsigarpa in a different state before being assembled like a jigsaw puzzle, and was installed in the current location to show glory and immortality. 。 I wasn't interested in itself, but it was interesting to be there. Tegusigarpa has a tributary on the opposite bank, and its tributary is in the capital of New York, New York. The river width and the water depth are not so large, and flat and wide rocks are blocking the river. The laundry women in both cities stand on their knees to the side of the day and tap the stone with a twisted hemp club. This is the only energy given by this town. Other residents seem to be exaggerated in entertainment and boring and frustrated. There is a long, dark and cool general store, there is a large cathedral, a beautiful square where the orchestra plays at night, and the two people make two circles on the right and left. However, there is no color, decoration, light, livelihood, no hustle, no laugh. People on the day and night, people speak and call each other on a narrow street. Everyone seems to be sleeping at 9 o'clock, and after that time, the town calms down like a large graveyard, except that a boy officer tells her time with a whistle or dog.

Morazan statue

On the second day of our arrival, Vice President Luis Bonilla, who shares the same surname but is barely related to President Bonilla, was sworn in, and we watched the barefoot public ceremony at a palace reception. The room was draped with lace curtains, some of which were fake, and the walls were decorated with crayon portraits of Presidents Orduran. Boglan was not among them, nor was Morazán. Bonilla's portrait had been distorted by an inadvertent hole made in it by Bonilla's men six months earlier when they had besieged the capital. The vice-presidential ceremony did not last long, but what impressed us most was the youth of the cabinet and Supreme Court members who took the oath of office. It was clearly the kind of political class we see back home: young, eloquent, elegantly mannered, in gooseberry and white tie. We later met most of the President's supporters, who proved to be somewhat hospitable.[134] What was most admirable about each of them was the pain they had taken to:

[136] They don't bet anything other than gold, and if their subordinates fail to join, they only lose. However, Nakamichi politicians go out to the hillside and open up the path to the administration with a naked knife to show off their beliefs in themselves. He sees the eyes of the gunfish, digs a grave on the roadside, stands at one end, and is covered with clay and sweat and fears death. Looking at the hot sun, palm trees and blue mountains, he lasts his eyes around him and lays in the grave, receiving six bullets on his chest and belly. I want to be about half of my vocational politicians in my country. That way, you can understand that the other half is a very important job to get a public office, not just to provide a place for life and wife's affair.

Former President Lewis Boglan [136] They don't bet anything other than gold, and if their subordinates fail, they lose only money. However, Nakamichi politicians go out to the hillside and open up the path to the administration with a naked knife to show off their beliefs in themselves. He sees the eyes of the gunfish, digs a grave on the roadside, stands at one end, and is covered with clay and sweat and fears death. Looking at the hot sun, palm trees and blue mountains, he lasts his eyes around him and lays in the grave, receiving six bullets on his chest and belly. I want to be about half of my vocational politicians in my country. That way, you can understand that the other half is a very important job to get a public office, not just to provide a place for life and wife's affair.

Former President Lewis Boglan [136] They don't bet anything other than gold, and if their subordinates fail to join, they only lose money. However, Nakamichi politicians go out to the hillside and open up the path to the administration with a naked knife to show off their beliefs in themselves. He sees the eyes of the gunfish, digs a grave on the roadside, stands at one end, and is covered with clay and sweat and fears death. Looking at the hot sun, palm trees and blue mountains, he lasts his eyes around him and lays in the grave, receiving six bullets on his chest and belly. I want to be about half of my vocational politicians in my country. That way, you can understand that the other half is a very important job to get a public office, not just to provide a place for life and wife's affair.

Former President Lewis Boglan

On the wall in front of the Honduras church and the cathedral, there are bullets at the height of a person's breasts, and on the side of the road, there is a grave dug by a man who was supposed to occupy it. Ta. The sight clearly impressed the government's uncertainty in Central America. The man who dug the tomb was arrested with the two friends in a hurry to join the ruling party. His friends in the misfortune were light creatures, and they thought it was almost no problem to be buried unless they had to die. So they pulled out a few feet from the soil with a tool given by the conqueror, they made them up, died and shot after them. However, the third man declared that he would not lying his body near the surface, such as being kicked by the mackerel and being washed away by the next heavy rain. While working at the bottom of the grave, he saw his army running down the side of the mountain and the enemy disappeared before it. He is still alive and is often riding a horse from a hole beside the road on the way to the city. In this story, the walls in front of the scalpimot

But while the revolution continues, and after it is over, while the "out" men start another revolution, the destruction it wreaks on the country is so great that continued prosperity and progress are impossible. Native merchants will not order goods which they may not have access to, and foreigners will not enter into a contract with a man who will not only be out of work in six months, but who may also leave the country. When a revolution breaks out, half the country does not know about it until it has been crushed or has been successful. And when the revolution spreads beyond the frontiers, all the workers on the roads, in the mines, and on the plantations are compelled to leave their work and join the army, cattle are seized, posts are stopped, plantations are destroyed, compulsory debts are laid on the inhabitants of the towns, and every change of officers affects all, more or less. During the last revolution, Tegucigalpa was besieged for six months, and not taken until most of the public buildings had been demolished by cannon fire from the hills surrounding the city,[140] and the houses still bear the marks of bullets, either in the mud or plaster of the walls, or embedded in the woodwork. The dining-room of the hotel in which we stayed was ventilated by such openings, and we often enjoyed watching the path of a bullet as it passed from one side of the room to the other. The native Hondurans are not energetic, and, except in the palace, little effort has been made by the victorious nations to remove the traces of the bombardment. All the people we met had different experiences, and could point out where they had been sitting when a hole was made in the plaster before them, or at what corner of the street a shell had fallen and burst at their feet. An army camp in Tegucigalpa after a rebel raid

[Of course, the government, which is created by force and is maintained by the same power, is very fair or very liberal, even if the members are honest. Bonnella was definitely elected president. Boniga has definitely been selected as the President of Honduras, but he became the president after led Honduras in the war, led the hostile army of the Nicaragua Republic, and involved his country in the war.

Central Americans do not understand. [143] If the villain is legally elected president, it is better to fulfill his term in the long term than a better person expelled him and against the constitution. If the constitution says, "President must serve for four years" means four years, and it doesn't mean that someone can overthrow the president. You may be more careful about whether you choose. But the government does not understand the value of stability in the government. They have the power to see it, and the change and the desire for the revolution are born in the blood. As we talk about good pianists, excellent shooting masters, and excellent managers, they say people as "excellent revolutionary." The revolution is a vocation, and the children grow up as a warrior. As soon as they return to their original environment, even those who have lived abroad and should learn more well, start planning and conspiracy.

In each group of Honduras soldiers, there are two or three young boys in military uniforms, they work as messengers and messengers, and for their light physicality, they infiltrate and shoot people. You can. One of the 1894 revolutionary officers told me that he sent these six people to the open plains, where enemy rifles were drawn, on a on e-day mission. Then, when one boy is killed while passing through the sage's brush, the other boys begging the Colonel to let the Colonel to go, like an elementary school student who wants to pay attention to the teacher. He jumped around the Colonel and rang his finger. [Of course, even if the government that is created by force and maintained by the same power is honest, it is impossible to be very fair or very liberal. 。 Bonnella was definitely elected president. Boniga has definitely been selected as the President of Honduras, but he became the president after led Honduras in the war, led the hostile army of the Nicaragua Republic, and involved his country in the war.

In each group of Honduras soldiers, there are two or three young boys in military uniforms, they work as messengers and messengers, and for their light physicality, they infiltrate and shoot people. You can. One of the 1894 revolutionary officers told me that he sent these six people to the open plains, where enemy rifles were drawn, on a on e-day mission. Then, when one boy is killed while passing through the sage's brush, the other boys begging the Colonel to let the Colonel to go, like an elementary school student who wants to pay attention to the teacher. He jumped around the Colonel and rang his finger. [Of course, the government, which is created by force and is maintained by the same power, is very fair or very liberal, even if the members are honest. Bonnella was definitely elected president. Boniga has definitely been selected as the President of Honduras, but he became the president after led Honduras in the war, led the hostile army of the Nicaragua Republic, and involved his country in the war.

THE PARIS OF SOUTH AMERICA

In the same revolution, a young man who has just returned from the United States with two degrees from the University of Colombia, who has achieved many achievements in the future, and should be responsible for their education in their own country. On the third day, the rifle was killed. In the city, he probably had to follow any law execution, and even if he was arrested just for golf on Sunday or riding a bicycle at night without lamps, that would be a matter of course. I thought. However, after graduating from the University of Colombia, he sniffed the smell of dust drifting in the air of his hometown, putting bullets in the rifle, sitting on a porch at home all day, and unusual at the rebels on the hill. I continued. And his brilliant career ended forever. It's a pity that so many good energy will be wasted to get such bad results. There is only one new form of dictatorship. It is a dictatorship and dictatorship if the degree of revenge and the degree of punishment given to the leading enemy [145] are different, and if you want to maintain power.

Morazan, Honduras Liberation

The Central American Republic is a named democracy, and the movement of foreigners in the Honduras country is carefully monitored as a newspaper correspondent in Siberia. We often had to sign the name of the party twice a day for police and customs officials, entered the hotel, rode a steamship, and descended from a steamship. But it was not carefully checked, and we had never received it as if it were a product box or registered mail. Alkarde, Governor, State Governor, and President, the letter of a letter that proves that we are a respectable citizen are large enough to draw the side of the wall on a map. The only thing in Central America, our privacy was not disturbed at all, and we were able to walk abroad freely as if we were on the street corner of New York, only when we were under the protection of the hated monarchy in the UK in Belize. , I was never at a disordered military camp called a liberal democracy. In the same revolution, there are young people who have just returned from the United States with two degrees from the University of Colombia, who have achieved many future and many achievements. After arriving from New York, the rifle was killed on the third day. In the city, he probably had to follow any law execution, and even if he was arrested just for golf on Sunday or riding a bicycle at night without lamps, that would be a matter of course. I thought. However, after graduating from the University of Colombia, he sniffed the smell of dust drifting in the air of his hometown, putting bullets in the rifle, sitting on a porch at home all day, and unusual at the rebels on the hill. I continued. And his brilliant career ended forever. It's a pity that so many good energy will be wasted to get such bad results. There is only one new form of dictatorship. It is a dictatorship and dictatorship if the degree of revenge and the degree of punishment given to the leading enemy [145] are different, and if you want to maintain power.

Morazan, Honduras Liberation

The Central American Republic is a named democracy, and the movement of foreigners in the Honduras country is carefully monitored as a newspaper correspondent in Siberia. We often had to sign the name of the party twice a day for police and customs officials, entered the hotel, rode a steamship, and descended from a steamship. But it was not carefully checked, and we had never received it as if it were a product box or registered mail. Alkarde, Governor, State Governor, and President, the letter of a letter that proves that we are a respectable citizen are large enough to draw the side of the wall on a map. The only thing in Central America, our privacy was not disturbed at all, and we were able to walk abroad freely as if we were on the street corner of New York, only when we were under the protection of the hated monarchy in the UK in Belize. , I was never at a disordered military camp called a liberal democracy. In the same revolution, a young man who has just returned from the United States with two degrees from the University of Colombia, who has achieved many achievements in the future, and should be responsible for their education in their own country. On the third day, the rifle was killed. In the city, he probably had to follow any law execution, and even if he was arrested just for golf on Sunday or riding a bicycle at night without lamps, that would be a matter of course. I thought. However, after graduating from the University of Colombia, he sniffed the smell of dust drifting in the air of his hometown, putting bullets in the rifle, sitting on a porch at home all day, and unusual at the rebels on the hill. I continued. And his brilliant career ended forever. It's a pity that so many good energy will be wasted to get such bad results. There is only one new form of dictatorship. It is a dictatorship and dictatorship if the degree of revenge and the degree of punishment given to the leading enemy [145] are different, and if you want to maintain power.

Morazan, Honduras Liberation

The citizen of Central America is no more suited to a democratic form of government than he is to operations in the Arctic. What he needs is for a protectorate to be established over him, by the United States or some other country. In the capital of Costa Rica there is a statue of the Republic in the form of a young woman standing with her foot on the neck of General Walker, an American philistine. We had planned to go to the capital one night with the specific purpose of demolishing or blowing up this [147] statue. But it would have been a very good thing for Costa Rica if Walker or some other authority had put his foot on the throat of all the Central American republics and made them responsible in some way.

Far from the fever-ridden coasts, Central America is a great country, rich and beautiful, loaded with much, but its people are a nuisance and an insult to other nations, and all the small independent states with all their pomp and dignity are and will always be a danger to the peace that should exist between the two great powers.

Either they remain with their former owners, who cannot appreciate their value, or they go to a great power, who will fulfill their responsibilities. The Central American is like a band of semi-savages in a beautifully appointed house, unable to understand the possibilities and uses of comfort. They are dogs in a manger among nations. Nature has given their country great pastures, magnificent forests with rare woods and fruits, treasures of silver, gold and iron, and soil so rich that it could supply the world with coffee. The lake of Nicaragua is ready to provide a route that would save two months in the circumnavigation of the Horn, and only 48 miles of swampland in Panama separate the two largest bodies of water on the earth's surface. Nature has done much, and there is little left for man to do. The citizen of Central America is no more suited to a democratic form of government than he is to operations in the Arctic. All he needs is for a protectorate to be established over him, by the United States or some other power. In the capital of Costa Rica there is a statue of the Republic in the form of a young woman standing with her foot on the neck of General Walker, an American philistine. We had planned to go to the capital one evening with the specific purpose of tearing down or blowing up this [147] statue. But it would have been a very good thing for Costa Rica if Walker or some other authority had put his foot on the throat of all the Central American republics and made them responsible in some way.

Central America, far from its fever-ridden coasts, is a great country, rich and beautiful and loaded with much, but its people are a nuisance and an insult to others, and all the small independent states with all their splendor and dignity have always been and will remain a danger to the peace that should exist between the two great powers.

They can either remain with their former owners who cannot appreciate their value, or go to a great power who will fulfill their responsibilities. The Central Americans are like a band of semi-savages living in beautifully appointed houses, unable to understand the possibilities and uses of comfort. They are dogs in a manger among nations. Nature has given their country great pastures, magnificent forests with rare woods and fruits, treasures of silver, gold and iron, and soil so rich that it could supply the world with coffee. The lake of Nicaragua is ready to provide a route which would save two months in the circumnavigation of the Horn, and only 48 miles of swampland in Panama separate the two largest bodies of water on the earth's surface. Nature has done much, and there is little left for man to do. The citizen of Central America is no more suited to a democratic form of government than he is to operations in the Arctic. All he needs is to have a protectorate established over him, by the United States or some other nation. In the capital of Costa Rica there is a Statue of the Republic, in the form of a young woman standing with her foot on the neck of General Walker, an American philistine. We had planned to go to the capital one evening with the specific purpose of demolishing or blowing up this [147] statue. But it would have been very good for Costa Rica if Walker or some other powerful man had put his foot on the throat of all the Central American republics and made them take some responsibility.

Far from the fever-ridden coasts, Central America is a great country, rich, beautiful, and loaded with much, but its people are a nuisance and an insult to others, and all the small independent states with all their splendor and dignity have always been and will remain a danger to the peace that should exist between the two great powers.

They can either remain with their former owners who cannot appreciate their value, or go to a great power who will take care of their responsibilities. The Central Americans are like a band of semi-savages living in beautifully appointed houses, unable to understand the possibilities and uses of comfort. They are dogs in a manger among nations. Nature has given them great pastures, magnificent forests with rare woods and fruits, treasure-troves of silver, gold and iron, and soil so rich that it can supply the world with coffee.[148] The lake of Nicaragua is ready to provide a route which will save two months in the circumnavigation of the Horn, and only 48 miles of swampland in Panama separate the two largest bodies of water on the earth's surface. Nature has done much, and there is little left for man to do.

We personally have an audience with President Boniya, but he was a very polite and interesting young man. He is only 36 years old and probably the youngest president in the world. He puts a bullet cut off from his arm in the previous revolution on his wristwatch chain. He overlooked the palace, pointed where he had made a hole, and hired us very kindly. The other ministers were so kind, gave us a lot of gifts, encouraged Greacom to be promoted overseas, and suggested to me as a summer set, but we will be the ambassador. I said. So they proposed to make us a general in the next revolution, and accepted their responsibilities with the chains.

[149] Before departure, the president has sent a very dubious compliment to ride us. We thought he had invited me in good faith, but there was a secret anxiety that it was a conspiracy to try to get rid of us and the Vice President at the same time. When the secretary came to tell you that Dr. Boni La would be pleased to horse riding with us at 5:00 pm, I saw all the horses I saw in Honduras than ordinary donkeys, so I am nervous. I remembered that there was no. So I was connected to the chain and undertaken. The other two were cros s-country riders and had the right to make the gold buttons of various hunter clubs in their best, but of course they undertaken. However, when I arrived at the palace, there were seven or eight horses in the courtyard. The horse height was less than 16, each caught a few grooms for the court, and the sailor easily shaked the horses over the brick tiles like shaking lead. The Governor explained to us that they were many of the six stallions just introduced from Chile, three of which had never been saddle until this morning. We personally have an audience with President Boniya, but he was a very polite and interesting young man. He is only 36 years old and probably the youngest president in the world. He puts a bullet cut off from his arm in the previous revolution on his wristwatch chain. He overlooked the palace, pointed where he had made a hole, and hired us very kindly. The other ministers were so kind, gave us a lot of gifts, encouraged Greacom to be promoted overseas, and suggested to me as a summer set, but we will be the ambassador. I said. So they proposed to make us a general in the next revolution, and we accepted their responsibilities with chains.

[149] Before departure, the president has sent a very dubious compliment to ride us. We thought he had invited me in good faith, but there was a secret anxiety that it was a conspiracy to try to get rid of us and the Vice President at the same time. When the secretary came to tell you that Dr. Boni La would be pleased to horse riding with us at 5:00 pm, I saw all the horses I saw in Honduras than ordinary donkeys, so I am nervous. I remembered that there was no. So I was connected to the chain and undertaken. The other two were cros s-country riders and had the right to make the gold buttons of various hunter clubs in their best, but of course they undertaken. However, when I arrived at the palace, there were seven or eight horses in the courtyard. The horse height was less than 16, each caught a few grooms for the court, and the sailor easily shaked the horses over the brick tiles like shaking lead. The Governor explained to us that they were many of the six stallions just introduced from Chile, three of which had never been saddle until this morning. We personally have an audience with President Boniya, but he was a very polite and interesting young man. He is only 36 years old and probably the youngest president in the world. He puts a bullet cut off from his arm in the previous revolution on his wristwatch chain. He overlooked the palace, pointed where he had made a hole, and hired us very kindly. The other ministers were so kind, gave us a lot of gifts, encouraged Greacom to be promoted overseas, and suggested to me as a summer set, but we will be the ambassador. I said. So they proposed to make us a general in the next revolution, and accepted their responsibilities with the chains.

One of them was given to Greacom and the other president was given to the Vice President. Greasecom horses had the idea that it would be better to retreat than to move forward, so they retreated around the garden [150], but the horses of Samaset rubbed the summer set on the wall. It seemed better to enjoy growth with his hind legs. Vice President's horse did whatever the horse could do. I put my horse's nose in the corner of the wall, made it invisible to see the circus show in the back, and saw the wild president turned around. No matter how many bones are broken, the natives should not be able to ride better than Americans and British. Vice President's horse finally thrown him to the door and rolled it over. Five of the Vice President's officer pulled the horse and raised it. It is no wonder he won if he had won his subordinates on the battlefield as if he was dealing with this horse at one time, without leaving the saddle. One of them was given to Greasecom and another president. Greasecom horses had the idea that it would be better to retreat than to move forward, so they retreated around the garden [150], but the horses of Samaset rubbed the summer set on the wall. It seemed better to enjoy growth with his hind legs. Vice President's horse did whatever the horse could do. I put my horse's nose in the corner of the wall, made it invisible to see the circus show in the back, and saw the wild president turned around. No matter how many bones are broken, the natives should not be able to ride better than Americans and British. Vice President's horse finally thrown him to the door and rolled it over. Five of the Vice President's officer pulled the horse and raised it. It is no wonder he won if he had won his subordinates on the battlefield as if he was dealing with this horse at one time, without leaving the saddle. One of them was given to Greacom and the other president was given to the Vice President. Greasecom horses had the idea that it would be better to retreat than to move forward, so they retreated around the garden [150], but the horses of Samaset rubbed the summer set on the wall. It seemed better to enjoy growth with his hind legs. Vice President's horse did whatever the horse could do. I put my horse's nose in the corner of the wall, made it invisible to see the circus show in the back, and saw the wild president turned around. No matter how many bones are broken, the natives should not be able to ride better than Americans and British. Vice President's horse finally thrown him to the door and rolled it over. Five of the Vice President's officer pulled the horse and raised it. It is no wonder he won if the Vice President had not left the saddle and handled his subordinates on the battlefield as if he was dealing with this horse.

We don't want to kill everyone, and we realized that it would be useless to kill the Vice President in this way, so Dr. Bonnieja spoke to the orchestra to omit the usual salute. The row and hundreds of people who had never seen a lif e-sized horse were silent. While pointing to the various points where the president attacked the capital, we passed at a slow pace for vic e-president's bruise. Vice President told me that she was the first president who came abroad without an escort. He seemed to trust the good intentions of Pueblo people. Pueblo people bowed much more frequently than wealthy classes. It was fun to see Pueblo's celebrities raising their hats toward the president and waving their hands with young daughters in the suburbs without being shy and casual. Before he started marching, he put a gold revolver in his pocket. He suggested that there are other presidents, besides the president wearing the crown.

Greasecom horses promoted the excitement of supporting him on the cliffs, and thanks to the other people dragging the horses of the horse [152], they did not have 1, 000 yards to the town roof. One hour later, when we saw the palace again, we smiled secretly.

A few days later, we left Tegshigalpa with all consul, the Assistant Foreign Minister Jose Gitellis, and almost all foreign residents. While running on the street, he created a tremendous showcase as he proposed a riot and shouted, "Gitellis!" I shouted. We shouted with the most faithful enthusiasm, but how Gitelis did, how he explains to Bonilla and that this show has only expressed our humor. Was the best, and I was full of my head. At 12 miles, we all stopped and supported the mackerel side by side. And everyone shaped hands with everyone else, promised to write and advertise everything, promised eternal memory and friendship, and Gitelis's rebels rushed back while shooting a goodbye with a revolver. I went. [B]

[153] We had never expected comfort or convenience on your travels. So I wasn't disappointed, and as a result I was much more happy and satisfied than I was in the capital. We realized that we were not looking for luxury of life, but seeking simple comfort. For example, a chair with a backrest was one of what we wanted most. Until I went to Honduras, I never imagined that a chair without a backrest would grow. However, he ran a car for 10 hours, was exhausted, and everyone was tilting forward with his hand on the saddle knob, relaxing the tension of the spine. A few days later, we left Tegsigarpa with all the consul, the Assistant Minister of Foreign Affairs Jose Gitellis, and almost all foreign residents. While running on the street, he created a tremendous showcase as he proposed a riot and shouted, "Gitellis!" I shouted. We shouted with the most faithful enthusiasm, but how Gitelis did, how he explains to Bonilla and that this show has only expressed our humor. Was the best, and I was full of my head. At 12 miles, we all stopped and supported the mackerel side by side. And everyone shaped hands with everyone else, promised to write and advertise everything, promised eternal memory and friendship, and Gitelis's rebels rushed back while shooting a goodbye with a revolver. I went. [B]

[153] We had never expected comfort or convenience on your travels. So I wasn't disappointed, and as a result I was much more happy and satisfied than I was in the capital. We realized that we were not looking for luxury of life, but seeking simple comfort. For example, a chair with a backrest was one of what we wanted most. Until I went to Honduras, I never imagined that a chair without a backrest would grow. However, he ran a car for 10 hours, was exhausted, and everyone was tilting forward with his hand on the saddle knob, relaxing the tension of the spine. A few days later, we left Tegshigalpa with all consul, the Assistant Foreign Minister Jose Gitellis, and almost all foreign residents. While running on the street, he created a tremendous showcase as he proposed a riot and shouted, "Gitellis!" I shouted. We shouted with the most faithful enthusiasm, but how Gitelis did, how he explains to Bonilla and that this show has only expressed our humor. Was the best, and I was full of my head. At 12 miles, we all stopped and supported the mackerel side by side. And everyone shaped hands with everyone else, promised to write and advertise everything, promised eternal memory and friendship, and Gitelis's rebels rushed back while shooting a goodbye with a revolver. I went. [B]

The road to the Pacific coast was the same as the way to the capital. However, because of the full moon, he slept in the daytime and drove late at night. On this night's journey, we met many pilgrims to the festival. They were all riding, seemingly fun and sad. Sometimes there are 50 people in one party, picnics in the shade, running on the river [154] while raising white sand smoke and white foam under the moonlight, and their flips are thrown into the stream. I met to do it. At night, it was very beautiful and cool, and the silence under the clear blue sky and white stars looked like the plain of the plains. The moon dyed the path in a pale white, turned the trees on both sides into a lively shadow, as if they were playing with us. When the logs and rocks moved, manipulated life, and turned into trees and stones again, we were also pulled together.

Road to Corinth

[Jeffs pointed to a silver lake lying between the two large hills. We learned that we had crossed the continent and put on a hat and salute the Pacific Ocean. After the day, we ran endlessly in a flat place with a wide road width that the four could run with consciousness, and then arrived at the small huts on the seaside called San Lorenzo. Just when the silver salt train arrived from the Sun Rosario mine, the village was still awake. The shine of a pine tree rubber illuminated the wall of the hut using plenty of bamboo, raising a yellow splash on a soft white moonlight. We finally passed in front of the saddle and gave small labs with goodbye and many [157] thanks. The road to the Pacific coast was the same as the way to the capital. However, because of the full moon, he slept in the daytime and drove late at night. On this night's journey, we met many pilgrims to the festival. They were all riding, seemingly fun and sad. Sometimes there are 50 people in one party, picnics in the shade, running on the river [154] while raising white sand smoke and white foam under the moonlight, and their flips are thrown into the stream. I met to do it. At night, it was very beautiful and cool, and the silence under the clear blue sky and white stars looked like the plain of the plains. The moon dyed the path in a pale white, turned the trees on both sides into a lively shadow, as if they were playing with us. When the logs and rocks moved, manipulated life, and turned into trees and stones again, we were also pulled together.

Road to Corinth

[Jeffs pointed to a silver lake lying between the two large hills. We learned that we had crossed the continent and put on a hat and salute the Pacific Ocean. After the day, we ran endlessly in a flat place with a wide road width that the four could run with consciousness, and then arrived at the small huts on the seaside called San Lorenzo. Just when the silver salt train arrived from the Sun Rosario mine, the village was still awake. The shine of a pine tree rubber illuminated the wall of the hut using plenty of bamboo, raising a yellow splash on a soft white moonlight. We finally passed in front of the saddle and gave small labs with goodbye and many [157] thanks. The road to the Pacific coast was the same as the way to the capital. However, because of the full moon, he slept in the daytime and drove late at night. On this night's journey, we met many pilgrims to the festival. They were all riding, seemingly fun and sad. Sometimes there are 50 people in one party, picnics in the shade, running on the river [154] while raising white sand smoke and white foam under the moonlight, and their flips are thrown into the stream. I met to do it. At night, it was very beautiful and cool, and the silence under the clear blue sky and white stars looked like the plain of the plains. The moon dyed the path in a pale white, turned the trees on both sides into a lively shadow, as if they were playing with us. When the logs and rocks moved, manipulated life, and turned into trees and stones again, we were also pulled together.

Road to Corinth

Five hours later we left the mainland and headed for Amapala Island, the main port on the Pacific side of Honduras. We left San Lorenzo at two in the morning, but it was not until four in the afternoon the next day that we reached Amapala, though only fifteen miles out to sea. We were passengers in a long open boat, and slept on blankets in the bottom while four natives pulled a big broom. There were eight cross seats, on which we sat, one by one. The paddler walked across them, trying to rise on the seat to which he was tied, but always changing his mind, put his left foot on the seat, his right on the log, and sank backwards, dragging his paddle in the water. I lay on the boatside beneath them, and watched them all night. As they sank backwards, their heads bobbing up and down a little, their brown, naked bodies silhouetted against the sky. They were so silent, and their movements so regular, that they looked like statues carved out of bronze. About ten o'clock the next morning they came to life, and, tired and hungry, asked if they could rest on a little island [158] lying half a mile off the bow. We were so

The galley slaves were scattered on the rocks with driftwood sticks, working the seaweed back by hand or pounding the rocks with makeshift hammers. We learned that they were digging for oysters. With only a box of sardines and two biscuits between the five of us and nothing to eat for 24 hours, we followed their example and tried to cut oysters with the sticks of our revolvers. We pretended to be Robinson Crusoe, took off our boots, paddled, and rowed through the sea past clams and crabs, chased ashore by a giant shark, and slept on the sand until late afternoon. When the wind blew up, the boatman lifted us onto his shoulders and sailed under full sail to Amapala Island, where we said goodbye to Colonel Jeff and the Republic of Honduras.

[159]We had crossed the continent at a point slightly longer than the five-hour train ride from Boston to New York. Again and again, by our own will or by the force of circumstances, we retreat from the world to the solitude of a hospital room or the solitude of a steamer deck.

Like a man who falls out of the regimented ranks to tie his shoelaces or fill his water bottle. We hear the hurried steps of his comrades over his shoulder.

I always think of a lot of days without a presence in the Corinthe on the Pacific Ocean of Nicaragua while waiting for a steamship to Panama. [161] Like the prisoners in Siberia's salt fields and the inhabitants of the bright housing scattered in the sunshine, it is not of the world, but a simple exercise of living is a lot of time. It was done. Therefore, three British warships were anchored in a newspaper last fall in the newspaper, and the muzzle of the cannon was loaded on the muzzle, and no one knew anything else. When I read that I was going to force the deceased's habits, it was as shocked by Sleepy Hollow, when this special place was desirable as a venue for the World Exposition.

This is because no ships, no warships came to the Corinthians while we were monopolizing Corinthous's only hotel balcony. In fact, we were there for that, and if we came, we would have gone together, whether in the world, which is the port of the port.

We came to Corinin from a small island called Amapara. Amapara is about 75 miles away from the coast and protects the only port that can enter Honduras on the Pacific coast. This island is thought to be owned by Honduras, but in fact it is owned by the Rosner brothers who sell anything from German pillows to German music boxes, and if you are worried, you will buy the whole Honduras in the morning. It is also possible to give it to Kaiser in the afternoon. Simply change the name of the Rosner brothers to San Rosario Mine, Pacific Post Agency, Elman Brothers, Panama Railway Company, and you will find one or more true leaders in the Central American Republic.

I always think of Corinth's main hotel and the main house Nicaragua's Pacific side, spending 10 days waiting for a steamship south to Panama, as a lot of days without presence. [161] Like the prisoners in Siberia's salt fields and the inhabitants of the bright housing scattered in the sunshine, it is not of the world, but a simple exercise of living is a lot of time. It was done. Therefore, three British warships were anchored in a newspaper last fall in the newspaper, and the muzzle of the cannon was loaded on the muzzle, and no one knew anything else. When I read that I was going to force the deceased's habits, it was as shocked by Sleepy Hollow, when this special place was desirable as a venue for the World Exposition.

I always think of many days without a presence in the Corinthian's main hotel and the Corinthe on the Pacific Ocean side of the main house Nikaragua, spending 10 days waiting for a steamship south to Panama. [161] Like the prisoners in Siberia's salt fields and the inhabitants of the bright housing scattered in the sunshine, it is not of the world, but a simple exercise of living is a lot of time. It was done. Therefore, three British warships were anchored in a newspaper last fall in the newspaper, and the muzzle of the cannon was loaded on the muzzle, and no one knew anything else. When I read that I was going to force the deceased's habits, it was as shocked by Sleepy Hollow, when this special place was desirable as a venue for the World Exposition.

We came to Corinin from a small island called Amapara. Amapara is about 75 miles away from the coast and protects the only port that can enter Honduras on the Pacific coast. This island is thought to be owned by Honduras, but in fact it is owned by the Rosner brothers who sell anything from German pillows to German music boxes, and if you care about it, you will buy the whole Honduras in the morning. It is also possible to give it to Kaiser in the afternoon. Simply change the name of the Rosner brothers to the San Rosario mine company, the Pacific Post Agent, the Elman Brothers, and the Panama Railway Company, and you will find one or more true leaders in the Central American Republic.

Corinthian main hotel and main house

It is very good to write a letter on New York [163] Herald paper and tell the American people what means this month, whatever his name this month, whatever his name this month. That's it. There is no harm to him. No one reads in the United States, except for the foreign editor who translates the letter, and no one is seen in its own country. Reality is not. Regardless of his name, he is governed by a coffee trading company in New York, a German railway company, a steam ship ferry company, or a large trading company headquartered in Berlin, London or Bordeaux. If you want money, the president will borrow from a trading company. If the president wants a weapon, or if a soldier wants a blanket, the trading company will supply it. When Henry Maigs was alive, no one remembered who was the President of Peru, and today, the letter of introduction to Chile and Peru is the name of William L. Grace rather than the Secretary of State. Is often used. President Seraya, President Barrios, Basketz, or what his name this month, writing a letter on New York [163] Herald paper and telling the Americans what their revolution means. It's very good. There is no harm to him. No one reads in the United States, except for the foreign editor who translates the letter, and no one is seen in its own country. Reality is not. Regardless of his name, he is governed by a coffee trading company in New York, a German railway company, a steam ship ferry company, or a large trading company headquartered in Berlin, London or Bordeaux. If you want money, the president will borrow from a trading company. If the president wants a weapon, or if a soldier wants a blanket, the trading company will supply it. When Henry Maigs was alive, no one remembered who was the President of Peru, and today, the letter of introduction to Chile and Peru is the name of William L. Grace rather than the Secretary of State. Is often used. It is very good to write a letter on New York [163] Herald paper and tell the American people what means this month, whatever his name this month, whatever his name this month. That's it. There is no harm to him. No one reads in the United States, except for the foreign editor who translates the letter, and no one is seen in its own country. Reality is not. Regardless of his name, he is governed by a coffee trading company in New York, a German railway company, a steam ship ferry company, or a large trading company headquartered in Berlin, London or Bordeaux. If you want money, the president will borrow from a trading company. If the president wants a weapon, or if a soldier wants a blanket, the trading company will supply it. When Henry Maigs was alive, no one remembered who was the President of Peru, and today, the letter of introduction to Chile and Peru is the name of William L. Grace rather than the Secretary of State. Is often used.

When we were in Nicaragua, a small British bank was fighting with the whole government, including the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Foreign Ministers, and the President. Banks issued by banks were received at face value, but the government banknotes could only be received under police officers and soldiers to receive it. This situation is found throughout Central America, and it does not take that long in the Republic until you know which merchants, which banks, and which railway companies dominate the Republic. Immediately, the donkey loaded with a ball bearing box is more respectful than a soldier with a hemp ribbon of the government. In a word, the soldier will cut off the ribbon from the Sombrello straw and replace it with another ribbon printed as "Someone's teacher". The brand will continue as long as the United Kingdom, Germany, and the United States are represented by consul and consular agent and become partners of major ports that have the jurisdiction of the consular. When we were in Nicaragua in the Central American Republic, a small bank in the UK was fighting with the Minister of Foreign Ministers, Foreign Ministers, and the President. Banks issued by banks were received at face value, but the government banknotes could only be received under police officers and soldiers to receive it. This situation is found throughout Central America, and it does not take that long in the Republic until you know which merchants, which banks, and which railway companies dominate the Republic. Immediately, the donkey loaded with a ball bearing box is more respectful than a soldier with a hemp ribbon of the government. In a word, the soldier will cut off the ribbon from the Sombrello straw and replace it with another ribbon printed as "Someone's teacher". The brand will continue as long as the United Kingdom, Germany, and the United States are represented by consul and consular agent and become partners of major ports that have the jurisdiction of the consular. Central America: When we were in Nicaragua, small banks in the United States were competing with the Minister of Foreign Ministers, Foreign Ministers, and the President. Banks issued by banks were received at face value, but the government banknotes could only be received under police officers and soldiers to receive it. This situation is found throughout Central America, and it does not take that long in the Republic until you know which merchants, which banks, and which railway companies dominate the Republic. Immediately, the donkey loaded with a ball bearing box is more respectful than a soldier with a hemp ribbon of the government. In a word, the soldier will cut off the ribbon from the Sombrello straw and replace it with another ribbon printed as "Someone's teacher". The brand will continue as long as the United Kingdom, Germany, and the United States are represented by consul and consular agent and become partners of major ports that have the jurisdiction of the consular. Central America some Republic

There is a merchant [165] Santos Soto in Tegu Shigalpa, and I think he still survives, but about a year ago, President basketquez needs $ 10, 000 to the battle with Bonija. I said. Soto suggested that he earned $ 60, 000 a year in Japan, so he wanted to lend a better amount. Soto refused it and was confined by the cartel. He explained that giving money would increase the amount of $ 1, 000 every day. When he refused, he was connected to the iron ball with a chain and was cleaned in front of his store, straddling both sides of the main street in the capital. He is an old man, and the spectacle of a major merchant in Tegusigarpa swings the dust in front of his store's block has a more pleasing effect on other merchants, and they quickly lend the amount required by them. I received a discount on tariffs as a return-except for one exception. The merchant runs a jewelry store and at the same time serving as a British consulate. He did not clean the street or not contributed to forced lending. Therefore, he secured his own mark for about $ 10, 000, which was worth the art.

If the Central American consul, if you write, there will be many things that are significantly different from the report [166], which will be written by them and published by the Ministry of State. The most interesting thing I think is the fact that they don't seem to represent their countries they have seen, and are the people of other countries they want to return. Germans are the best American consular agent after Americans, and British is the German consular agent. Like Corinthian consulates, people from Italy may also act as both Britain and the United States. A single comedy will be written about the difficulty that the consul of Nicaragua will also serve as a consular consul in the UK and the United States. At the port, three British people are cracking down on their own tariffs, and American mothers rush from Panama to make sure that British cousins are incorrect and are not concentrated on some islands. There is a merchant named [165] Santos Soto, and I think he has still survived, but about a year ago, President baskesquez was $ 10, 000 to fight Bonija. Was needed. Soto suggested that he earned $ 60, 000 a year in Japan, so he wanted to lend a better amount. Soto refused it and was confined by the cartel. He explained that giving money would increase the amount of $ 1, 000 every day. When he refused, he was connected to the iron ball with a chain and was cleaned in front of his store, straddling both sides of the main street in the capital. He is an old man, and the spectacle of a major merchant in Tegusigarpa swings the dust in front of his store's block has a more pleasing effect on other merchants, and they quickly lend the amount required by them. I received a discount on tariffs as a return-except for one exception. The merchant runs a jewelry store and at the same time serving as a British consulate. He did not clean the street or not contributed to forced lending. Therefore, he secured his own mark for about $ 10, 000, which was worth the art.

If the Central American consul, if you write, there will be many things that are significantly different from the report [166], which will be written by them and published by the Ministry of State. The most interesting thing I think is the fact that they don't seem to represent their countries they have seen, and are the people of other countries they want to return. Germans are the best American consular agent after Americans, and British is the German consular agent. Like Corinthian consulates, people from Italy may also act as both Britain and the United States. A single comedy will be written about the difficulty that the consul of Nicaragua will also serve as a consular consul in the UK and the United States. At the port, three British people are cracking down on their own tariffs, and American mothers rush from Panama to make sure that British cousins are incorrect and are not concentrated on some islands. There is a merchant [165] Santos Soto in Tegu Shigalpa, and I think he still survives, but about a year ago, President basketquez needs $ 10, 000 to the battle with Bonija. I said. Soto suggested that he earned $ 60, 000 a year in Japan, so he wanted to lend a better amount. Soto refused it and was confined by the cartel. He explained that giving money would increase the amount of $ 1, 000 every day. When he refused, he was connected to the iron ball with a chain and was cleaned in front of his store, straddling both sides of the main street in the capital. He is an old man, and the spectacle of a major merchant in Tegusigarpa swings the dust in front of his store's block has a more pleasing effect on other merchants, and they quickly lend the amount required by them. I received a discount on tariffs as a return-except for one exception. The merchant runs a jewelry store and at the same time serving as a British consulate. He did not clean the street or not contributed to forced lending. Therefore, he secured his own mark for about $ 10, 000, which was worth the art.

If he called on a British admiral and received a seven-gun salute, it would be against international etiquette if he were to be carried to an American admiral and receive a seven-gun salute from him. And as a Nicaraguan, how could I see the main source of revenue for my government, the customs duties, going into the pockets of the country I serve with pride [167] without complaint from the other country, which I serve with equal satisfaction? I am glad to be an American whenever I meet a real American consul who was born in America and serves America with ability, dignity and self-respect. From this class we have General Allen Thomas at La Guaira, Mr. Alger, who later rose to become the American minister at Caracas, Mr. Little at Tegucigalpa, and Colonel Bird at Caracas.

We learned that the firm of Rosner Brothers employed American and British consular agents, who were helping us to escape the island in an open boat, and were inviting us to join them. But we were not informed that the Gulf of Fonseca was one of the most dangerous stretches of water on the admiral's charts. But perhaps that is because they were merchants, not sailors.

Amapala was the hottest place I ever visited. It did not get hotter as the day went on, but at sunrise it began to heat up, the mercury became hot, and boiled and baked until ten o'clock at night. By the next morning the roof over his head and the bed under him were cool enough to sleep, and then it was as it had been at night until five o'clock.

There was only one good place in Amapara. [168] It was a place where the residents were chosen as a dump in the city, and only pigs and caracar visited. The land faces the bay and was once tried to make it a public park, but now there is nothing left except the image of Honduras liberator Morazan. The statue stood on a wide 4-step stair pedestal surrounded by iron railing. In every corner of the railing, there was a beautiful red, green and yellow beautiful McCos, and we tried to remove it one night, but it was also made of iron. I wanted to make a Morazan statue as a souvenir, but I had a question about its identity. Morazan was a smooth man with a ful l-fledged face, but the statue was a long horizontal beard and bald head, wearing a British Admiral uniform. This is a wonderful response to his purpose because few people remember Morazan today. We longed for Morazan and burned incense with several cigars.

[169] At night, the billiard field is so hot, the mark slips in his hand, and the fascinating sight of an American ice cooler who has never put ice after leaving San Francisco, will go to the night. We gathered at the base of the bronze statue in Morazan, threw stones into Help and pigs, and returned the body temperature to normal, passing over Amapala. We should have originally planned a revolution. Because this stage was designed for such a purpose, we climbed the broken iron handrails every night and stayed on the stairs of the podium until 2:00 the next morning. Because it was not explained in the way. There was only one good place in Amapara. [168] It was a place where the residents were chosen as a dump in the city, and only pigs and caracar visited. The land faces the bay and was once tried to make it a public park, but now there is nothing left except the image of Honduras liberator Morazan. The statue stood on a wide 4-step stair pedestal surrounded by iron railing. In every corner of the railing, there was a beautiful red, green and yellow beautiful McCos, and we tried to remove it one night, but it was also made of iron. I wanted to make a Morazan statue as a souvenir, but I had a question about its identity. Morazan was a smooth man with a ful l-fledged face, but the statue was a long horizontal beard and bald head, wearing a British Admiral uniform. This is a wonderful response to his purpose because few people remember Morazan today. We longed for Morazan and burned incense with several cigars.

[169] At night, the billiard field is so hot, the mark slips down in his hand, and the fascinating sight of an American ice cooler who has never put ice after leaving San Francisco has been the night. We gathered at the base of the bronze statue in Morazan, threw stones into Help and pigs, and returned the body temperature to normal, passing over Amapala. We should have originally planned a revolution. Because this stage was designed for such a purpose, we climbed the broken iron handrails every night and stayed on the stairs of the podium until 2:00 the next morning. Because it was not explained in the way. There was only one good place in Amapara. [168] It was a place where the residents were chosen as a dump in the city, and only pigs and caracar visited. The land faces the bay and was once tried to make it a public park, but now there is nothing left except the image of Honduras liberator Morazan. The statue stood on a wide 4-step stair pedestal surrounded by iron railing. In every corner of the railing, there was a beautiful red, green and yellow beautiful McCos, and we tried to remove it one night, but it was also made of iron. I wanted to make a Morazan statue as a souvenir, but I had a question about its identity. Morazan was a smooth man with a ful l-fledged face, but the statue was a long horizontal beard and bald head, wearing a British Admiral uniform. This is a wonderful response to his purpose because few people remember Morazan today. We longed for Morazan and burned incense with several cigars.

Amapala probably used it to keep warm. We could sleep with the thermometer at 90 degrees, and neither pigs nor shoebills bothered us, but the English Morazán, like a floor-turning army-navy storehouse, puts his hand over his heart, and smiles at us as he watches the warblers rise from time to time like Poe's The Raven on his marble brow. The moonlight turns him into a snowy figure, the great palm trees bend and ripple, and the sea beats on the rocks at our feet.

It was an interesting part of the rendezvous, but [170] we grew tired of the city, which only cools at midnight and whose heat subsides by day. So we chartered a small boat, procured provisions and recruited a crew of pirates, and set sail one morning for Corinth, seventy-five miles further south. We did not expect to see a steamer at Corinth earlier than Amapala, but the nature of things meant that we had to touch it some day. There was a legend about an ice engine in Corinth, which we had heard with skepticism and eagerly awaited its outcome. We later found out that the ice engine always broke down on the day of arrival in port, but we preferred the chance to find the peaceful Gulf of Fonseca to catching yellow fever in Amapala. It was an exciting trip. Now I would be wise and choose yellow fever, but back then we didn't know anything. The boat had no deck, was not wide enough to pull from side to side, and was so crowded that we couldn't stretch out. So we rolled over each other, bumping into people's ribs and sitting on their heads, and were so miserable that we couldn't apologize or swear.

The ship bounced, sinked, flashed, was thrown on the side, and hit a rolled log, classified bag, cracked apolinaris [171] bottle boxes and boxes. In comparison, the ston e-shaped stone switch would have heal us. And when the sun came out completely at 4 o'clock in the morning, the wind disappeared at all, and we repeated and sinked all day in the big swell of the Pacific Ocean. The ship was painted bright red on both inside and outside, and the sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven. The sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven, touching our white flannel like a horse shirt. As far as the left and right looked at the left and right, the sea lied like a sea of the sea, and the sky canopy was shining with heat. The red paint on the side was foamed, cracked, and the indigenous boat was folded with his elbows with his elbows, and his face was buried in his knees. Even if I knew how to use all, I didn't have the courage to teach them. At noon, the pirate crawled around the other body and sailed to remove the shadow on my body. I lay down under the day, and the man read Balinese Mrs. Nicotine, dancing the wavy line up and down like the letters in the typewriter. It was probably necessary that this book tried to connect my life until I could suck the Arcadia blend that had fallen into the sea and was incinerated in the lower sea. I guess.

Finally, the light of the Corinthe was visible, and the white customs, the palm trees in the port [172] and the blue houses were greeted with a faint cheerfulness.

When we took out the ship in front of the custom, people came down to the shore and flocked on the bow. We explained that we are not the survivors of the broken ship, but the survivor of the fire and want ice. The ship bounced, sinked, flashed, thrown on the side, hitting a rolled log, classified bag, cracked apolinaris [171] bottle boxes and boxes. In comparison, the ston e-shaped stone switch would have heal us. And when the sun came out completely at 4 o'clock in the morning, the wind disappeared at all, and we repeated and sinked all day in the big swell of the Pacific Ocean. The ship was painted bright red on both inside and outside, and the sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven. The sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven, touching our white flannel like a horse shirt. As far as the left and right looked at the left and right, the sea lied like a sea of the sea, and the sky canopy was shining with heat. The red paint on the side was foamed, cracked, and the indigenous boat was folded with his elbows with his elbows, and his face was buried in his knees. Even if I knew how to use all, I didn't have the courage to teach them. At noon, the pirate crawled around the other body and sailed to remove the shadow on my body. I lay down under the day, and the man read Balinese Mrs. Nicotine, dancing the wavy line up and down like the letters in the typewriter. It was probably necessary that this book tried to connect my life until I could suck the Arcadia blend that had fallen into the sea and was incinerated in the lower sea. I guess.

Finally, the light of the Corinthe was visible, and the white customs, the palm trees in the port [172] and the blue houses were greeted with a faint cheerfulness.

When we took out the ship in front of the custom, people came down to the shore and flocked on the bow. We explained that we are not the survivors of the broken ship, but the survivor of the fire and want ice. The ship bounced, sinked, flashed, was thrown on the side, and hit a rolled log, classified bag, cracked apolinaris [171] bottle boxes and boxes. In comparison, the ston e-shaped stone switch would have heal us. And when the sun came out completely at 4 o'clock in the morning, the wind disappeared at all, and we repeated and sinked all day in the big swell of the Pacific Ocean. The ship was painted bright red on both inside and outside, and the sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven. The sun turned the red bowl into a heat oven, touching our white flannel like a horse shirt. As far as the left and right looked at the left and right, the sea lied like a sea of the sea, and the sky canopy was shining with heat. The red paint on the side was foamed, cracked, and the indigenous boat was folded with his elbows with his elbows, and his face was buried in his knees. Even if I knew how to use all, I didn't have the courage to teach them. At noon, the pirate crawled around the other body and sailed to remove the shadow on my body. I lay down under the day, and the man read Balinese Mrs. Nicotine, dancing the wavy line up and down like the letters in the typewriter. It was probably necessary that this book tried to connect my life until I could suck the Arcadia blend that had fallen into the sea and was incinerated in the lower sea. I guess.

Finally, the light of the Corinthe was visible, and the white customs, the palm trees in the port [172] and the blue houses were greeted with a faint cheerfulness.

And when we were hurt, drowsy, thirst, we were dancing in front of you, and we refused to give ice until we cooled down. In the meantime, we sent us to Komandanchia in search of a person who could confirm that we were the rebels. They picked up their skills from us for their caution, but we care that they might have had half of our kingdom, in the hot sunlight It was the last time I ran for many days and was treated with contempt and understanding, hitting a tagboat bow on the North River and stuck in the fifth town. [173] After that, no one of us touched the ice without handling ice with the same respect and gratitude as shown in the jewelry.

From our arrival, the busy Corinthians, who decided that we had to leave Honduras for the country, recognized that I was finally an unfaithful person I encountered during the last Leon Revolution. I found an indigenous person. Greasecom chased the Italian paraccio, who serves as a consul in the United Kingdom and the United States. We are going to present a collection of valuable sel f-drawing scores of secretaries, ambassadors, and first consulate, and to prepare four state rooms on the row of the route he is representing at this port. I told you. He was convinced that we needed to leave us out of prison until the ship arrived, and convinced local authorities that our dignity and trunks have better clothes. And when we are hurt, drowsy, thirst, we are sideways in front of you, and we give ice until we cool down. In the meantime, we sent us to Komandanchia to find a person who could confirm that we were the rebels. They picked up their skills from us for their caution, but we care that they might have had half of our kingdom, in the hot sunlight It was the last time I ran for many days and was treated with contempt and understanding, hitting a tagboat bow on the North River and stuck in the fifth town. [173] After that, no one of us touched the ice without handling ice with the same respect and gratitude as shown in the jewelry.

From our arrival, the busy Corinthians, who decided that we had to leave Honduras for the country, recognized that I was finally an unfaithful person I encountered during the last Leon Revolution. I found an indigenous person. Greasecom chased the Italian paraccio, who serves as a consul in the United Kingdom and the United States. We are going to present a collection of valuable sel f-drawing scores of secretaries, ambassadors, and first consulate, and to prepare four state rooms on the row of the route he is representing at this port. I told you. He was convinced that we needed to leave us out of prison until the ship arrived, and convinced local authorities that our dignity and trunks have better clothes. And when we were hurt, drowsy, thirst, we were dancing in front of you, and we refused to give ice until we cooled down. In the meantime, we sent us to Komandanchia in search of a person who could confirm that we were the rebels. They picked up their skills from us for their caution, but we care that they might have had half of our kingdom, in the hot sunlight It was the last time I ran for many days and was treated with contempt and understanding, hitting a tagboat bow on the North River and stuck in the fifth town. [173] After that, no one of us touched the ice without handling ice with the same respect and gratitude as shown in the jewelry.

Corinto is the best port on the Pacific coast of Nicaragua, but the town is not as large as its importance would suggest. Facing the harbor, fifty feet above the water's edge, are three blocks of two-story houses, with sandy roads between each block. The inhabitants are about a thousand, the foreign population varying from five to a dozen transient tourists and racing men in steamboat days. The natives are mainly engaged in exporting coffee and receiving imports for the interior, and the chief entertainments of the foreign colony are swimming and billiards. There is a whist club, with four members. The fifth foreign resident takes the place of the four players if any of them have other business, but as no one is available, the substitute is seldom called upon. He told me that for the past month he has been smoking a cigarette in the seat next to him, watching the others whistle, and hoping that one of them will see the sun go down. PORT CORINTO [176] Next morning we left Corinto, and took the train for Lake Managua. We rode for a while along the coast, the sea running in great billows over the beach, and showering the rocks with foam. Then we crossed lagoons and marshes, passed beautiful villages, and saw many beautiful women and girls selling sweets and canes at the train station. They were dressed in underwear, with bare necks and shoulders, and wrapped around themselves with plain silk shawls, which they loosened, arranged, threw the ends joyously from shoulder to shoulder, [177] held close to their bodies, or draped over their heads. These silk shawls are the most characteristic part of the costume of the native women of Central America; they are as inescapable as the mantillas of their wealthy sisters, and are generally the only ornament they possess. When they march in processions on festivals and Sundays, wrapped in green, purple, blue, and yellow shawls, they make a very striking picture.

The women of the pueblos of Honduras and Nicaragua were more excellent than the women of the lower classes of any country I have visited; they were individually more beautiful, and the proportion of them beautiful. The women are in the habit of carrying heavy weights on their heads from infancy, which gives them an upright posture, and a fearless freshness of mind when they walk or stand. Unaware of restrictive dresses and narrow shoes, they move with the ease and grace of an antelope. Their hair is very luxuriant and heavy, and from morning till night they are combed and braided, parted in the middle, and tucked behind their ears, with the heavy braids piled on their heads. Their complexions are pale brown, and their eyes have the sad expression of a deer or a dog, though this is not so much a symptom of the sadness of want of intelligence. [178] The upper class women, like most Spanish-American women, are ugly, overdressed in dresses modelled on forgotten Parisian services, their faces are dusty, and their hair is freckled and curled in ridiculous quantities. They stand in the doorways of their mud huts or walk along the streets, and they are a sad contrast to the women of the people.

Presidential Palace, Managua

[180] Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, is a most depressing city, built on a sun-dried plain, with houses adobe-dried by the sun, with squares and parks and streets in the wrong places, and with a cloak of dust that covers everything. Even the shops, painted with many colors and with hanging balconies, exude a melancholy, dirty, and depressing air. The trees in the squares are lifeless, their leaves shedding dust instead of dew. The people seem to be in the same tune with their surroundings, and more dusty than they need to be. I stayed there for only two days, but when I left I felt like I had been camping on a baseball diamond, and I was convinced that if I had stayed longer I would have been a living statue of clay in the sun and mud in the rain.

[181] There was no American minister or consul in Managua during our visit, but the British consul looked after us well and acted as our interpreter during our meeting with the President. Relations between the consul and President Zelaya were somewhat tense at the time, and we, knowing this, told the consul to tell the President how much he was admired by the American people for his stand against the British on the Mosquito Coast issue, and that we hoped the British would not camp near our canal. The British consul hesitated, smiled sulky, and hastily sidetracked. So we continued to make other pleasant speeches about England and her influence in Nicaragua, until Somerset and the consul protested vigorously.

Zelaya, among other things, stated that if the only argument in favor of a Nicaragua canal was that it would enable the United States to move its warships from ocean to ocean more quickly, instead of being forced to make the long voyage around Cape Horn, as is the case at present, it would be of incalculable benefit. He also stated that the only people in the United States who opposed the construction of the canal were those in the transcontinental railroad, who believed that its completion would destroy freight traffic.

He was a very capable man, more cosmopolitan than President Bonilla of Honduras, and in many ways much older. He was something of a philosopher, and believed, or so he said, in the application of survival of the fittest to the occupation of one's own country. He welcomed foreigners, and said that if they could govern Nicaragua better than the nation's own people, he would accept this fact as a necessity and go before them.

President Zelaya of Nicaragua

[184] Having returned to Corinto, feeling as happy as at home after being blown away by the dust of Managua, we were eager to get to the sea again, and left Granada for Leon, a city much more charming than the capital, and much nearer to us than our route.

Corinth was bright, green, and sunny, and the sea of the great harbor stretched out before us, dancing and sparkling by day, and blazing with fire by night. It was obviously the sort of place for writing the back pages of a diary, but it was at least interesting to see the life of an exile in this hot, remote port, among strangers.

The hotel happened to be [185] very good, but the owner was very bad, and I believe he will one day meet an untimely death at the hands of his own game of billiards. The hotel was built around a palm-tree-filled courtyard, and the bar was piled high with dusty empty bottles. The bedrooms were on the second floor, overlooking the patio on one side and a large covered terrace overlooking the harbor on the other. Five expats from Corinth stayed at this hotel, and spent the whole day swinging in hammocks on this veranda, swapping magazines and tattered novels six months old. Reading magazines became more important than it had ever been in Korind, and we read every serialized novel, never more than the fourth or sixth time, every scientific article on the fall of the Indian rupee or the latest developments in electricity, and rejoiced in the advertisements for seeds, bicycles, and breadcrumbs.

Our veranda was shaded above by a row of sycamore trees growing in the sand on the beach below, in whose shade the port's revelers congregated: thieving shipowners turned away by passing ships, and inlanders who had "scouted the beach" looking for work but were not keen enough to see the coffee plantations on their way to the shore, begging for money to take them to "God's own country" or the fever hospitals of Panama. With them were the natives, the crew of the rolling tugs they called warships, the barefoot soldiers of the cartel, and the macrobots with their developed chests and muscles, who worked hard on the steamboat days and ate and slept there for ten days in return.

Around the women who sell sweet drinks, pink and yellow candies, they were all lazy gathering in the shade. They were popular people in the place and the center of the town gossip. They were wearing a freshly pressed overall and vivid turban and led the table dignifiedly. They were very handsome and clean, their arms and shoulders were naked, their hair was always shining with coconut oil, beautifully braided, and one of their ears was pierced. The men were sitting around the coffee bags and the boxes of the barbed wire waiting for them to be brought back. Then, sometimes, when a small boy buys one candy or orders a drink, the aunt washs and rubs the carved pumpkin, and mixes strange liquor with a wooden stick that swirles between the palms. I made a fuss. We [187] all looked at the work with the indigenous people in the coffee bag and us in the balcony, and envied the boy who was drinking.

The floorboards on the veranda were loose, had a hole, and used when the chairs of the chairs suddenly sank, and when they wanted to throw a knife, pencil or water on the head of the person who passed down. Our friends were a trading company German recruitment, a young British who came out of the mine to shake off fever, and two Americans who brought a phonograph to Central America. They named Edward Morse and Charles Bracket, as the only American we met, earned money in Central America and brought to Central America to lose it. , I will never forget it.

Every day, we all walked one or two miles on the beach under the scorching sun. It was especially interesting because it was fun to enjoy surfing, and I had to share the wavy with a shark. When the shark arrives, it will always come 10 minutes after we arrive, but we usually gave it to sharks. The women who sell sweet drinks, pink and yellow candy were all lazy gathering in the shade. They were popular people in the place and the center of the town gossip. They were wearing a freshly pressed overall and vivid turban and led the table dignifiedly. They were very handsome and clean, their arms and shoulders were naked, their hair was always shining with coconut oil, beautifully braided, and one of their ears was pierced. The men were sitting around the coffee bags and the boxes of the barbed wire waiting for them to be brought back. Then, sometimes, when a small boy buys one candy or orders a drink, the aunt washs and rubs the carved pumpkin, and mixes strange liquor with a wooden stick that swirles between the palms. I made a fuss. We [187] all looked at the work with the indigenous people in the coffee bag and us in the balcony, and envied the boy who was drinking.

Every day, we all walked one or two miles on the beach under the scorching sun. It was especially interesting because it was fun to enjoy surfing, and I had to share the wavy with a shark. When the shark arrives, it will always come 10 minutes after we arrive, but we usually gave it to sharks. Around the women who sell sweet drinks, pink and yellow candies, they were all lazy gathering in the shade. They were popular people in the place and the center of the town gossip. They were wearing a freshly pressed overall and vivid turban and led the table dignifiedly. They were very handsome and clean, their arms and shoulders were naked, their hair was always shining with coconut oil, beautifully braided, and one of their ears was pierced. The men were sitting around the coffee bags and the boxes of the barbed wire waiting for them to be brought back. Then, sometimes, when a small boy buys one candy or orders a drink, the aunt washs and rubs the carved pumpkin, and mixes strange liquor with a wooden stick that swirles between the palms. I made a fuss. We [187] all looked at the work with the indigenous people in the coffee bag and us in the balcony, and envied the boy who was drinking.

Neither the male gathering male to believe the sharks. So, we came out a little away, where British and Germans had no water up to the ankle like a dunes, and were worried about us and us. If the shark tried to attack us from the land, the shark would have been a good defense. When everyone screamed immediately and fled from the beach into the bushes, they thought they had enough time, and they found that they were as noisy as possible. However, one was always left behind. He was a man who went farther than others, and was unable to hear the screams of our fears because of the roaring waves. It was thrilling that he jumped alone from the beach and pushed him alone, pushed, and saw the water swaying from his ears and hair. I am grateful that it is a wasted water for me, and do not be aware of the sharp and black fins that are fired like torpedoes from waves to ripples. When he jumped to his right side while splashing, he overlooked and tried to talk to the man who turned to the other side, he looked back, we all danced along the beach and danced the A line up and down. I invited, shouted, and saw my arms. We did not believe the sharks of the phonographs and us. So, we came out a little away, where British and Germans had no water up to the ankle like a dunes, and were worried about us and us. If the shark tried to attack us from the land, the shark would have been a good defense. When everyone screamed immediately and fled from the beach into the bushes, they thought they had enough time, and they found that they were as noisy as possible. However, one was always left behind. He was a man who went farther than others, and was unable to hear the screams of our fears because of the roaring waves. It was thrilling that he jumped alone from the beach and pushed him alone, pushed, and saw the water swaying from his ears and hair. I am grateful that it is a wasted water for me, and do not be aware of the sharp and black fins that are fired like torpedoes from waves to ripples. When he jumped to his right side while splashing, he overlooked and tried to talk to the man who turned to the other side, he looked back, we all danced along the beach and danced the A line up and down. I invited, shouted, and saw my arms. We did not believe the sharks of the gathering male and us. So, we came out a little away, where British and Germans had no water up to the ankle like a dunes, and were worried about us and us. If the shark tried to attack us from the land, the shark would have been a good defense. When everyone screamed immediately and fled from the beach into the bushes, they thought they had enough time, and they found that they were as noisy as possible. However, one was always left behind. He was a man who went farther than others, and was unable to hear the screams of our fears because of the roaring waves. It was thrilling that he jumped alone from the beach and pushed him alone, pushed, and saw the water swaying from his ears and hair. I am grateful that it is a wasted water for me, and do not be aware of the sharp and black fins that are fired like torpedoes from waves to ripples. When he jumped to his right side while splashing, he overlooked and tried to talk to the man who turned to the other side, he looked back, we all danced along the beach and danced the A line up and down. I invited, shouted, and saw my arms. we

When the night comes to Corin, we sit in the pier in front of the hotel, run in the glowing water, look at the trace of the fire, and throw the logs into it. It was a view of the sparks splattering as if thrown into the fire. One night, one of the men was forced to get into it for us and swim in the water while drawing a large circle with hands and feet. Its appearance was clearly emerged on the stunning water bottom, as if in a sponge suit. Occasionally, sharks and other large fish led a herd of small fish to the shore, turned the entire water surface into a semicircular light and jumped into a safe place. At the same time, we returned to the veranda and listened to the performances of the Kanjin and the duet with the banjo and the guitar. Thanks to the indigenous songs they collected on a wandering journey, we sang and heard a popular measure that they were born after the civilization.

Finally, the steamship arrived, the passengers landed to extend their legs and buy souvenirs, the ship's staff searched for fresh vegetables, and the lighter was heavy in the meantime, and the shore and the ship were fragrant coffee. This was our life in Corinthe for 10 days before the bag was piled up high. Morse and the bracket passed through Costa Rica with the phonographs and headed for Panama. Leave it without interrupting the pleasure of whistling to five foreigners living in Corini. And when they escaped from the side of the steamship to a quiet hideout, the song of "Tommy Atkins" that called us rebelliously.

When the night comes to the world map Corini, which shows the change in the trade route after the completion of the Nikaragua Strait, we sit in the pier in front of the hotel, run in the water where the fish shines, and a trace of fire. It was a view of passing by, throwing a log into it and throwing it into a smoldering fire, and watching the sparks splattering. One night, one of the men was forced to get into it for us and swim in the water while drawing a large circle with hands and feet. Its appearance was clearly emerged on the stunning water bottom, as if in a sponge suit. Occasionally, sharks and other large fish led a herd of small fish to the shore, turned the entire water surface into a semicircular light and jumped into a safe place. At the same time, we returned to the veranda and listened to the performances of the Kanjin and the duet with the banjo and the guitar. Thanks to the indigenous songs they collected on a wandering journey, we sang and heard a popular measure that they were born after the civilization.

Finally, the steamship arrived, the passengers landed to extend their legs and buy souvenirs, the ship's staff searched for fresh vegetables, and the lighter was heavy in the meantime, and the shore and the ship were fragrant coffee. This was our life in Corinthe for 10 days before the bag was piled up high. Morse and the bracket passed through Costa Rica with the phonographs and headed for Panama. Leave it without interrupting the pleasure of whistling to five foreigners living in Corini. And the song of "Tommy Atkins", which they rebelled against us when they escaped from the side of the steamship into a quiet retreat.

When the night comes to the world map Corinch, which indicates the change in the trade route after the completion of the Nikaragua Strait, we sit in the pier in front of the hotel, run in the glowing water, and pass through the fire. It was a view, throwing logs into it, and watching the sparks splattering as if thrown into the smoldering fire. One night, one of the men was forced to get into it for us and swim in the water while drawing a large circle with hands and feet. Its appearance was clearly emerged on the stunning water bottom, as if in a sponge suit. Occasionally, sharks and other large fish led a herd of small fish to the shore, turned the entire water surface into a semicircular light and jumped into a safe place. When the night grew, we returned to the veranda and listened to the performances of the Kanjin and the duet with the banjo and the guitar. Thanks to the indigenous songs they collected on a wandering journey, we sang and heard a popular measure that they were born after the civilization.

Finally, the steamship arrived, the passengers landed to extend their legs and buy souvenirs, the ship's staff searched for fresh vegetables, and the lighter was heavy in the meantime, and the shore and the ship were fragrant coffee. This was our life in Corinthe for 10 days before the bag was piled up high. Morse and the bracket passed through Costa Rica with the phonographs and headed for Panama. Leave it without interrupting the pleasure of whistling to five foreigners living in Corini. And the song of "Tommy Atkins", which they rebelled against us when they escaped from the side of the steamship into a quiet retreat.

World map showing changes in trade routes after the completion of the Nikaragua Strait

I once tried to cross the Isthmus of Panama, but his account of his adventure would not have been filled with engineering reports and health statistics, and he would not have lived in fear of the injustices of the canal company. He would have tackled the isthmus in imaginative terms and told his story in the form of a fable. During one voyage, his ship came across a stretch of land that connected two great continents and divided two great oceans. The isthmus was guarded by an evil dragon that breathed poison with every breath, and was buried in swamps and jungles, waiting for sailors and travelers who disappeared and died as soon as they set foot on its shores. But he was warned by the sight of thousands of skeletal remains scattered on the beach, so he hoisted all sails and put to sea. [194] It is as easy to believe such a story as it is to believe the truth. For the past century, a narrow swamp has impeded the progress of the world. It has prevented the two oceans from meeting, it has halted the shipping of the world, and it has killed by fever half the people who came to fight it. The way this band of mud and water has resisted human progress makes it seem as if the evil genius of the land lurks in the marina.

Sinking in the channel

[196] It's like the Minotaur of old, or the tribute of Greek girls, "This is your failure" [197] The sacrifice of life on the battlefields of Waterloo and Gettysburg was less than that which I saw on the fifty miles of marshland between North and South America, and I never saw such a dismal defeat without flags and flying comrades, roaring sounds and cannon to inspire the fallen soldiers in an unequal battle. Those who died trying to save the Holy Land from the unspeakable Turks must have been consoled by the promise of a glorious immortality, and felt joy in being called crusaders, and wearing the red cross on their shoulders. And at any rate, no man is worthy of consideration who will not fight for religion or country without promise or pension. But these young passers-by and dredgers had neither promise nor sentiment to inspire them. They fought not for the boundaries of a country, but to redeem a little of man's land. They fought not for God, but only to dig a channel. And it must strike everyone that they who fell doing their duty in the faint yellow mists of Panama, or in the desolate valleys of the Chagres, deserve a better memorial [198] than a wooden plank in a cemetery. It is strange that not only nature, but also man, should have chosen the same little spot on the earth to show the world how unpleasant and disagreeable they can be there when they choose. It is as if Istius was a holy place, and a curse had been laid upon him. Someone should invent a legend to explain this, and tell the story of how one of the priests who came with Columbus, on account of the insult of his people to the voyagers, forbade the building of a church on this land, and cursed it forever. For those who did not die of the fever, the canal companies stole, the disasters visited on the French peasants were as intolerable as those of the fever, and the scandals which ruined almost the entire common man of Paris revealed far more advanced corruption and decay than was to be found in the green pools along the Rio Grande.

Bay of Panama

[200] Ruins are always interesting, but the ruins of Panama only fill one with melancholy and loathing. The remains of this gigantic fraud only make one feel contempt for oneself and one's fellow man, and blush at the evidence of the raw rage against oneself. And even the earnest efforts of the present directors to salvage what remains and to build up confidence in the canal again remind me of the town council of Johnstown, who met in a warehouse to decide what to do with the town and its inhabitants that had not been destroyed.

[A railroad stretches 48 miles along the isthmus from Panama City on the Pacific side to Colon (formerly Aspin Wall) on the Caribbean side. The canal begins at the mouth of the Rio Grande, just north of Panama City, and runs along either side of the railroad to the port of Colon. The Chagres River begins about midway along the isthmus and flows in an easterly direction along the channel until it empties into the Caribbean Sea just north of Colon.

Approaching it from the bay, the city of Panama reminds one of an Italian port, with its balconies sticking out of the water, the colorful facades of the houses, and the overhanging red roofs. Inside, it is like any other second-rate Spanish American town. There are always figures rolling along the pretty but narrow streets behind little galloping ponies; there are cool, dark shops in the streets, hundreds of black and Chinese shopkeepers, beautiful squares, and several very large town halls, five stories high. Panama town, considered in itself, and not in relation to the canal, reminded me of a western county seat after the blast. There was nothing, and there seemed to be nothing to do. The men sat in cafes by day, reminiscing about old times, and at night went to clubs. I saw none of the women, but, perhaps due to the cosmopolitan character of the Panamanians, they seemed to have more freedom than their sisters in other parts of Spanish America. Panama Canal on the Side of Peace

[204] But it is chiefly for the canal that we are interested in the city and its people. The ruins of the Spanish colony, and the tales of buccaneers, bloody battles, and buried treasure, cannot move you as much as the great and pretentious company buildings, and the visit of de Lesseps, and the ceremonies, feasts, and celebrations which marked the beginning of the greatest failure of modern times.

The manager of the new canal company had sent us orders to put the tugs at our disposal, and to enable us to see as much of the completed canal as possible on the Pacific side. But before submitting the orders, we drove out of town one afternoon and began to make a personal inspection of the engines.

[205] We had seen the pitiful sight of engines and machinery worth thousands of dollars lying and rusting in the swamps. But we saw no rusted machinery, nor any steam locomotives half buried in the mud. Every locomotive we saw was lifted off the ground with cable ties, protected in a wooden shed, and painted, oiled, and cared for just as it was in Baldwin's locomotive works. None of us knew how to run a sewing machine, but we could at least understand that if everything was in good working order, some wheels had to move other wheels, and we tried to turn the wheels with iron bars, perforated boards, and scraper iron bars, and to make holes in the iron plates, and to climb up to shelves twenty or thirty feet above the floor.

It would not have been so interesting if we had seen what other writers have visited on the isthmus. And it would have given me better opportunities for description if I had found the remains of a huge dredging rig buried in the molasses, or millions of dollars' worth of fine bubbling machinery and rust under the palm trees. But as a rule, it is good to describe things as you see them, and not as they are fashioned.

In fact, the company's appearance that cares about machinery such as dredging boats and steam locomotives is much more pathetic than when the same machine is left in the wind or mud. Ta. It was like a general whose troops were beaten, killed, lost everything, including honor, then fixing the belt and polishing the buttons.

"Canal of the canal worker

On the southern shore of the Rio Grande, there was a small village lined with white wall huts, where men who managed the fleet and mechanical factories lived. Before the crash occurs, the men raised their nights at night, and heard guitar and banjo music from the open door of the cafe and bar. From the estuary of the canal to the town, there were many miles of light and the devil, and the flames of delight and excitement burned. At that time, the men built wealth overnight, provided machines that could not even be assembled in a dark method like night, supplied granite stones with higher fare than silver rods, and abducted workers into swamps. However, we built wealth in a simple way of fake bills and credit. While some people aimed to get rich, some lived with the sudden death in front of him. To forget it, I drank lamb, throw my salary into roulette, eat and enjoy. The fear that you may die tomorrow.

American engineer Wells was in charge of the fleet and was waiting for us at the pier.

"I've seen our engine investigating. If you tell me what you've seen, we don't care." In fact, the company's appearance, which cares about machinery such as dredging boats and steam locomotives, is much more pathetic than when the same machine is left in the weather or mud. It was a thing. It was like a general whose troops were beaten, killed, lost everything, including honor, then fixing the belt and polishing the buttons.

"Canal of the canal worker

American engineer Wells was in charge of the fleet and was waiting for us at the pier.

"I've seen our engine investigating. If you tell me what you've seen, we don't care." In fact, the company's appearance that cares about machinery such as dredging boats and steam locomotives is much more pathetic than when the same machine is left in the wind or mud. Ta. It was like a general whose troops were beaten, killed, lost everything, including honor, then fixing the belt and polishing the buttons.

"Canal of the canal worker

On the southern shore of the Rio Grande, there was a small village lined with white wall huts, where men who managed the fleet and mechanical factories lived. Before the crash occurs, the men raised their nights at night, and heard guitar and banjo music from the open door of the cafe and bar. From the estuary of the canal to the town, there were many miles of light and the devil, and the flames of delight and excitement burned. At that time, the men built wealth overnight, provided machines that could not even be assembled in a dark manner, supplied granite stones with higher fare than silver rods, and abducted workers into swamps. However, we built wealth in a simple way of fake bills and credit. While some people aimed to get rich, some lived with the sudden death in front of him. To forget it, I drank lamb, throw my salary into roulette, eat and enjoy. The fear that you may die tomorrow.

American engineer Wells was in charge of the fleet and was waiting for us at the pier.

"I've seen our engine investigating. If you tell me what you've seen, we don't care."

We stood on the trailer's bow and wandered between large dredging machines, which seemed to be as heavy as Battleships, as high as the Ocean Liner bridge. Some of them broke the deck due to heat, and the shutter was removed from the cabin window, but the machine like a monster was intact, the woodwork was painted and cleaned cleanly. Remember the row of an old warship resting at some Navy. It is still worth 5 million francs. Low green bushes spread on both sides, and between them, the Rio Grande River flows. Beyond the bushes, the high hills and the Pacific Ocean spread, and the sun stays on it, and we became cold and depressed.

The top of a dredger

[210] Except for the sound of the water stirred under the bow, there was no sound that disturbed the silence that covered the green bushes from the narrow waterway and the water. I imagined the entrance of the Suez Canal in Portside and Ismeilia. O. Comparing steam ships and sailing boats with all the flags, and the scenes of life and movement with the sad rough land spreading in front of you, and the naked fishermen silently hit the waterway with the eyes facing the water. Only kayak logs are floating in places where they should be the highway of the world.

[211] When we were there, there were a total of about 800 people who worked over the canal over the full length of the canal. However, the strangers are surprised that the work of the remnants of 12, 000 successful remnants is so large and excellent. In his ignorant eyes, it seems that opening the transportation route only has a little more energy and sincerity. However, experts will say that this groove must spend $ 100 million and do a sincere job for 7 or 8 years before France can be able to hold Kill's unique celebration. 。 We stood on the trailer's bow, wandered like an ocean liner bridge, and walked between large dredging machines, which seemed to be as heavy as battleships. Some of them broke the deck due to heat, and the shutter was removed from the cabin window, but the machine like a monster was intact, the woodwork was painted and cleaned cleanly. Remember the row of an old warship resting at some Navy. It is still worth 5 million francs. Low green bushes spread on both sides, and between them, the Rio Grande River flows. Beyond the bushes, the high hills and the Pacific Ocean spread, and the sun stays on it, and we became cold and depressed.

The top of a dredger

[211] When we were there, there were a total of about 800 people who worked over the canal over the full length of the canal. However, the strangers are surprised that the work of the remnants of 12, 000 successful remnants is so large and excellent. In his ignorant eyes, it seems that opening the transportation route only has a little more energy and sincerity. However, experts will say that this groove must spend $ 100 million and do a sincere job for 7 or 8 years before France can be able to hold Kill's unique celebration. 。 We stood on the trailer's bow and wandered between large dredging machines, which seemed to be as heavy as Battleships, as high as the Ocean Liner bridge. Some of them broke the deck due to heat, and the shutter was removed from the cabin window, but the machine like a monster was intact, the woodwork was painted and cleaned cleanly. Remember the row of an old warship resting at some Navy. It is still worth 5 million francs. Low green bushes spread on both sides, and between them, the Rio Grande River flows. Beyond the bushes, the high hills and the Pacific Ocean spread, and the sun stays on it, and we became cold and depressed.

The top of a dredger

[212] However, before that happens, all US citizens should help open the Nicaragua waterway to the world under the protection of its own country and virtually ownership.

While we were staying in Panama, we had a great deal of interest in the freedom of a young lawyer and diplomat who was arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders. Ta.

Before that happens, the streets of Panama & amp; lt; 112], but before that happens, all Americans will help the world to open the Nicaragua Canal under the protection of their own country and de facto ownership.

While we were staying in Panama, we were very interested in the freedom of a young lawyer and diplomat who was arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders. The stay was somewhat shorter.

Panama's street corner [212] However, before it happens, all US citizens must help open the Nicaragua Canal to the world under the protection of their own country and virtually ownership.

While we were staying in Panama, we were very interested in the freedom of young lawyers and diplomat arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders, so our stay in Panama was slightly shorter.

Panama's cityscape [212] However, before that happens, all US citizens should help open the Nicaragua waterway to the world under the protection of their own country and de facto ownership. 。

While we were staying in Panama, we had a great deal of interest in the freedom of a young lawyer and diplomat who was arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders. Ta.

While we were staying in Panama, we were very interested in the freedom of a young lawyer and diplomat who was arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders. The stay was somewhat shorter.

Panama's street corner [212] However, before it happens, all US citizens must help open the Nicaragua Canal to the world under the protection of their own country and virtually ownership.

While we were staying in Panama, we were very interested in the freedom of young lawyers and diplomat arrested as one of the revolutionary leaders, so our stay in Panama was slightly shorter.

Panama's cityscape [212] However, before that happens, all US citizens should help open the Nicaragua waterway to the world under the protection of their own country and virtually ownership.

Elim Poon - Journalist, Creative Writer

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