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A FLYING TRIP TO THE TROPICS. 



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ISLAND OF CI B»C VI) 

 SANTA ANA HARBl.iR 



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us in a whale-boat pulled by four very black negroes, then Avheelecl 

 sharply around to our right, and continued on the circle until it 

 broua;ht us in between the two forts ouardino^ the entrance. 



This is a very strange harbor ; its entrance nearly perpendicular 

 to the coast-line, hardly one hundred yards wide, and continuing 

 inland, more like a canal than anything else, for nearly a mile, when 

 it opens out into a large and very irregular bay called the Schotte- 

 gat, or more generally the Lagoon. This canal is about one hun- 

 dred and seventy-five yards wide at its widest part, yet runs from 

 forty-five to ninety feet in depth, with its shores so steep that the 

 largest steamers can safely make fast within a few feet of the pave- 

 ments, and at some points actually tie up alongside. There are no 

 streams on the island, no running water, and no current or tide 



