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hiring horses in that part of Cuba is that you pay the same price whetlier you want 

 the beast for an hour or the whole day. The few American women down there ride 

 cross saddle as none but the most antiquated side saddles are obtainable, and these are 

 so aged and badly built as to be both unsafe and uncomfortable. For a bridle a rope 

 suffices. A pleasant road for driving leads out past the fascinating and exquisitely 

 colored old church of the Caridad, from where it stretches for miles a straight, level 

 length. Sunset is the time to take this drive and on it you will encounter barefooted 

 Carmelite monks ; merry peddlers of fruit, shoes, milk or notions, shrieking their wares 

 in piercing tones from house to house, a large number of which were erected over 200 

 years ago; trim, splendidly-mounted officers of the Guardias Rurales, the well-organized 

 mounted police of which Cuba is so justly proud, and some of whom are drawn from the 

 proudest families on the island; strings of patient mules laden with the products of the 

 fields; an ox cart drawn by four magnificent cattle; a cabellcro on horseback, who has 

 covered perhaps forty miles since sunrise, and the private carriages of the elite of 

 Camagiiey filled with gayly-gowned women. All the carriages are provided with bells 

 which their drivers clang sharply to warn 



foot passengers of their approach. There is 

 but little high speed at Camagiiey, how- 

 ever, the cab horses being of inferior 

 grade. 



A restful immunity from mosquitoes 

 was another delightful surprise in Cam- 

 agiiey, and during our stay there we 

 never once had use for the protecting 

 netting with which our comfortable 

 modern beds were provided. 



Camagiiey like all the large towns 

 has two clubs, a Si)anish and a Cuban, 

 earnest in rivalry, and it is at the Sunday 



STREET IN CAMAGUEY WITH 



ITS CURIOUS OLD 



WINDOWS. 



CAVE NEAR 

 CAMAGUEY, 

 ONE OF THE 

 SIGHTS FOR 

 TOURISTS. 



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