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San Ramon) and given the rest away. To Susana I deeded a plantation 

 of coconut trees and a small piece of land on the edge of the Cienaga, 

 where I have been planting some fruit trees ; to Vicente, the son of 

 Don Lorenzo Franquez, who has been working at my house without 

 wages, for the sake of learning English, I gave a small tract of land ; and 

 to Jose de Torres, who adopted the little orphan, I gave a tract of land 

 along the edge of the mesa, from which there is a fine view of the island 

 and the ocean. I went to the hilltop this morning to enjoy the beautiful 

 prospect for the last time. Then I walked along the river — it never 

 looked lovelier with the overhanging coconut palms along the banks and 

 the screwpines and tamarind trees. 



When I reached home I found several of the leading citizens of Agana 

 waiting. One of them made an address in which he said that they 

 wished me to feel that my work on behalf of the natives of this island 

 had been appreciated, and that they felt thankful above all things for 

 the titles to their land which I had secured to them and their children. 

 He then presented me with a simple but massive silver cup, evidently 

 made by the village silversmith, bearing the inscription, '' Al probo y 

 bienqnista Mr. W. E. Safford, ' ' followed by the names of the donors and 

 " Guam, 31 de Jtilio de 1900.'" 



My kitchen is filled with good things which my neighbors have 

 brought me for my journey. It is a custom on this island for friends to 

 contribute food to any one leaving the island. Among the provi- 

 sions are a dozen water-melons, which I send to the Yosemite to be put 

 into cold storage. They will be an agreeable addition to the mess sup- 

 plies on our passage to Manila. Carts have come to the door to take my 

 effects to the port. Susana calls my boy Francisco to help load them, 

 but he is not to be found. Then she scolds and says he is a worthless 

 rascal to abandon the house just when the senor needs him most. In the 

 midst of her tirade in comes Francisco out of breath. He has been 

 across the hills to his home near Sinahaiia to fetch me a parting gift. 

 He wants them all to see that he too has something to give the senor, and 

 he gravely presents me with two white hens. 



Wednesday, Augzist 1. — Just as I was leaving I was handed two enve- 

 lopes and several packages, neatly wrapped up, to be opened when I 

 reached the ship. Mr. Stimpson, the representative of the American 

 Commercial Company on this island, brought me down to the landing 

 behind his fine team of horses, and Henry Millechamp, the pilot, sent 

 a cart for the rest of my baggage. I am now on board the Yosetnite. On 

 opening the envelopes I find them to contain farewell greetings from the 

 citizens of Agana and of the village of Agat, and in one of the largest 

 bundles I find a handsome, fine mat, evidently of Philippine origin, 

 of pandanus with an ornamental design of gold interwoven in the border. 



