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A FLYING TRIP TO JAMAICA 



it convenient for me to stop and have a look for myself. We left New 

 York late in November on the Saniia, which was crowded; so much so 

 that one of our party, planning for my comfort, wrote a few days prior 

 to the start : 



''I have ordered the upper bunk in Stateroom Twenty-one made 

 up especially for you, with a delicate blue counterpane, with little blue 

 ribbon bows on the pillows which I think will match up with your beau- 

 tiful complexion very well." 



Newspapers, however, have special privileges, particularly when 

 the Editor knows the agent of the line, so I was able to secure a roomy 

 cabin by myself, but alas, without the delicate colored counterpane 

 and ribbon. 



COUNTRY NEGROES. 



We got off in a snow squall, stopped for an hour in Gedney Chan- 

 nel to ease up on a hot bearing, and then we put out to sea. It was not 

 too rough to have the port holes open, although an occasional big wave 

 slopped in. Our fellow passengers were a circus troupe on a two years' 

 circuit around the world, via South American ports; some mining and 

 lumbermen bound for Colombia, and a miscellaneous lot of tourists. 

 One of the lumbermen confessed to owning a small plantation of Cas- 

 tilloa in Honduras, but was far from enthusiastic about it, as he could 

 not keep the natives from stealing the rubber, poor though the yield 

 was. 



