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Our British hostess did not have any time to spend upon us, and 
as English was an unknown language in the town, we were doubly for- 
tunate in making the acquaintance of Julius Caesar Visbal, a coffee col- 
ored, barefooted urchin, brought up in Jamaica, who spoke English flu- 
ently and melodiously- His presence so cheered the sick one that he 
suddenly became convalescent, lost his headache, got up and joined us 
while we did the town. Julius was indeed a treasure. He explained 
everything to us briefly and quaintly, and incidentally gathered at his 
heels one-half of the populatiaon of the town, who cared not a whit for 
us but who wanted to hear him talk English. 
That night we dined in the main dining hall, but my appetite was 
LUMBER AND WILD RUBBER CAMP. 
spoiled by a sign on the wall which read: Ice cream, $15.00; sliced ham. 
$45.00; ox tongue, $100.00. 
After dinner we walked around in the cool of the evening, bought 
some Aztec pottery warranted to be genuine, and later retired to our 
room. It was then that we began to appreciate the deadly stillness of 
the tropics. The dog fight that started in the hallway ended in our 
room, as the combatants fell against the door and burst in. This, 
mingled with the evening song of several cats, the katydid chorus, and 
the constant whistling of the police patrol, soon lulled us to sleep: that 
is, accurately speaking, it lulled one of us, who, when he once lost 
