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banks of the Manzanares. Our eyes remained 

 long fixed on that whitish coast, where once 

 only we had to complain of our fellow men. 

 The breeze was strong, and in less than six 

 hours we anchored near the Morro of Nueva 

 Barcelona, where the vessel which was to take 

 us to the Havannah was ready to set sail. 



