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sorts of trees and flowers. Enjoy these to-day, 
and some other day we will all go over the 
Morro Hill with you and gather shells. All 
kinds of shells are over there; but these yellow 
slopes that you see are covered only with 
weeds.” 
We jumped into the boat and a couple of 
sailors pulled us to the thronged, noisy wharf. 
It was Sunday afternoon,' the noisiest day of 
a Havana week. Cathedral bells and prayers 
in the forenoon, theaters and bull-fight bells 
and bellowings in the afternoon! Lowly whis- 
pered prayers to the saints and the Virgin, fol- 
lowed by shouts of praise or reproach to bulls 
and matadors! I made free with fine oranges 
and bananas and many other fruits. Pineapple 
I had never seen before. Wandered about the 
narrow streets, stunned with the babel of 
strange sounds and sights; went gazing, also, 
among the gorgeously flowered garden squates, 
and then waited among some boxed mer- 
chandise until our captain, detained by busi- 
1 Doubtless January 12, 1868. 
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