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we must confess, it did not quite 

 meet our expectations. But we may 

 have seen it at a disadvantage, as it 

 was very near the horizon. 



Sunday morning the mountains of 

 Cuba appeared like clouds over the sea, 

 but soon we were sailing close by the 

 eastern shore, and could distinguish the 

 scanty vegetation upon the sides of the 

 mountains, most curiously terraced and 

 grooved by deep ravines. 



Monday morning we awoke to find 

 ourselves gliding into one of the most 

 beautiful small harbors in the world, 

 and our eyes were feasting upon trop- 

 ical scenery. And the half of its 

 marvellous beauty and fascinating 

 interest had never been told. 



Our second voyage was in 1894, at 

 about the same season of the year. 

 But, though now the Fruit Company's 

 steamers were much larger and swifter, 



