264 
A FLYING TRIP TO JAMAICA 
it convenient for me to stop and have a look for myself. We left New 
York late in November on the Sarnia, which was crowded; so much so 
that one of our party, planning for my comfort, wrote a few days prior 
to the start : 
“I have ordered the upper bunk in Stateroom Twenty-one made 
lip especially for you, with a delicate blue counterpane, with little blue 
ribbon bows on the pillows which I think will match up with vour beau- 
tiful complexion very well.” 
Newspapers, however, have special privileges, particularly when 
the Editor knows the agent of the line, so I was able to secure a roomy 
cabin by myself, but alas, without the delicate colored counterpane 
and ribbon. 
COUNTRY NEGROES. 
We got off in a snow squall, stopped for an hour in Gedney Chan- 
nel to ease up on a hot bearing, and then we put out to sea. It was not 
too rough to have the port holes open, although an occasional big wave 
slopped in. Our fellow passengers were a circus troupe on a two years’ 
circuit around the world, via South American ports; some mining and 
lumbermen bound for Colombia, and a miscellaneous lot of tourists. 
One of the lumbermen confessed to owning a small plantation of Cas- 
tilloa in Honduras, but was far from enthusiastic about it, as he could 
not keep the natives from stealing the rubber, poor though the yield 
was. 
