THE CUBA REVIEW 



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There are many American settle- 

 ments along this road, though there is 

 no indication of their presence. Back 

 from the tracks across the meadow- 

 land, a quarter of a mile, is a fringe of 

 trees and back of these you will find 

 many American settlements and plenty 

 of Americans living in cozy little houses 

 and raising fine potatoes and four-pound 

 lemons and grape-fruit, oranges and 

 pineapples in great abundance and de- 

 licious flavor. The land may not look 

 well just here, but get away into the 

 interior and there is none better. We 

 reach Camagiiey about i P. M. and 

 may possibly get to the 

 Hotel Cam- 



SANTIAGO'S PICTURESQUE STREETS. 



CATHEDRAL 

 ' SANTIAGO. 



agiiey for 

 breakfast or 

 lunch as we 

 would call 

 I it. We will 



not remain in 

 Camagiiey, leav- 

 ing descriptions ol 

 this most ancient and pictur- 

 esque city (it dates back to 15 19) for another 

 chapter, for the train leaves Camagiiey at 3 :oo for 

 Havana, and we hasten to secure our tickets 

 and enter the car marked "Primera clase" 

 (first-class) and are soon going through scenes that bewilder one with their novelty and 

 beauty. All these places, Camagiiey, the wonderful Santa Clara valley by moonlight, 

 a bright American lady's side trip to a sugar plantation and many other interesting 

 matters are all separately described and pictured on other pages. But now Havana 

 is our objective point and we ride and ride on through the forests that come down al- 

 most to the car windows on each side. We pass villages and the inhabitants come 

 out from the huts and greet their many friends who are in the forward cars, those 

 of the "tercera clase" (third-class) with that peculiar wriggle of the fingers of the 

 outstretched hand which is a universal form. When Queen Victoria the new "reina" 

 of Spain went into her box to witness the first bull fight, she with a graciousness that 

 won all hearts stretched out her hand and gave to the assembled multitude the identi- 

 cal "adios' the Cubans, mulattos and negroes give their friends all the way to Havana. 



Matanzas is well worth a lengthy visit. The city itself is quaint enough and the 

 buildings are old and picturesque. Then there is the grand harbor, a sail over to the 

 beach with very often a lucky find of most beautiful shells, the Yumuri Valley, about 

 which the tourist has already heard enough, but which all the same he must not fail to 

 visit, and while in the neighborhood enter the little hermitage, which seems to guard the 

 valley, and climb to the belfry tower, for the view of the city, harbor and ocean is en- 

 trancing. You may even be able to hire a volante and take a ride in that ungainly but 



