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dwelling or bohio of the Cuban peasant. While 

 taking an al fresco lunch upon its dilapidated 

 veranda we speculated upon its history; could it 

 once have served some modern buccaneers? It 

 is strange that these Colorados Reefs, so well suited 

 for piratical enterprise, bear no traditions of the 

 sort. They were slighted indeed when we con- 

 sider how thickly planted with Captain Kidd's 

 treasure chests is our own Atlantic coast from 

 Nova Scotia to Florida and how every cove and 

 beach of the West Indies was once a rendezvous. 

 We were afterwards informed that this deserted 

 house had been a filibustering station for the 

 reception of arms and contraband of war. 



While resuming work about the rocks, there 

 appeared, coming from nowhere in particular, a 

 young man in the very minimum of tattered 

 clothes. He poled along silently a very small 

 boat. We fell upon him for information, he being 

 the first human we had seen, and we accepted his 

 invitation to visit his grandparents' house farther 

 along towards Cape Cajon. 



The approach to a dilapidated little landing 

 stage in front of their place is through a tangled 

 mass of turtle pens made by driving stakes close 



