A WOMAN'S EXPERIENCES IN VENEZUELA. IO? 



of the country. The one industry had been the digging of 

 pitch, the company's boat plying between Guanoco and Trini- 

 dad having brought all necessary supplies. Now with all 

 communication cut off the people were in a piteous condition. 

 In the revolution of the Wheel of Fate which whirls so 

 rapidly in Venezuela, the Lugo family had been deposed 

 and a new Venezuelan administrator appointed in their 



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place. Having known the Lugos, I like to think that they 

 would have been less heartless than their successor, who, so 

 the report goes, sold what supplies there were to the starving 

 people at cruelly exorbitant prices. 



No matter how much one may love Nature, one cannot 

 help feeling how unmoved she is in the face of suffering. 

 Human beings might starve and sicken and die at Guanoco, 

 but the sunshine would be just as warm and glowing and the 

 wind in the palm trees just as musical as ever. 



