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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. 
