EXPERIENCES IN COLOMBIA. 
A Race for Port — The Journey to Barranquilla — Hotel Experiences in 
That City — A Large Sum Expended for Doubtful Pleasures — The Stay in 
Cartagena — Little Information to be Gained About Rubber— The Meeting 
With Mr. Granger, United States Consular Agent at Quibdo, Colombia— 
His Interesting Summary of the State of the Industry and His Prophecy 
for the Future. 
I T had been my fortune a number of times to observe the pictur- 
esque coast of Colombia from the sea, on both the Atlantic and 
Pacific sides, but up to the time that the good ship Sarnia landed 
me at Savanilla I had never set foot on its sacred soil. It was, there- 
fore, with much interest that I stood on deck and watched the approach 
VIEW of barranquilla. 
of the vessel to the three hundred-foot iron pier that is about all there 
is of the “Port of Colombia.” There was, to be sure, a cluster of huts 
about the litle railway station ; huts that seemed to grow up out of the 
desolate shore much as the cactus and mesquite did, without any human 
intervention, hut the result rather, of a dry, creative impulse of some 
arid desert god. 
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