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roar of the surf on one side and the roar of the huge 

 furnaces at white heat on the other, and the figures 

 of the workmen moving about between in the in- 

 tense Rembrandt lights and shadows. This is the 

 only picture I brought away from Lota, for we left 

 early the next day, and I did not therefore go on shore 

 by broad sunlight to dispel my fantastic vision of the 

 night. 



TO MRS. QUINCY A. SHAW 



Talcahuana, April 15 



WE are really having such a delightful let-up from 

 sea life here. I wish you could see this place and some 

 of the wonderful flowers. There is a vine here grow- 

 ing wild in the woods; no description can give you an 

 idea of its beauty a deep crimson bell two or three 

 inches in length, of a perfect shape and clustering all 

 along a graceful vine. I have never in all my life seen 

 a more beautiful flower. It is shy of cultivation and 

 even here in its native climate does not grow well in 

 gardens. 



We have a plan (I think if we carry it out, it will be 

 a pleasant one) of taking a carriage and driving from 

 here to Santiago a four days' journey and then 

 from there to Valparaiso by the cars, where we shall 

 meet the Hassler, which meanwhile goes on a deep 

 sea sounding and dredging expedition to Juan Fer- 

 nandez and from there to Valparaiso. I am of course 

 glad of the exchange from sea to land for a little 

 while. 



