Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1826-08-31


sFwssm 5Bzraunr r ~ ~ &c 'ts1iTf0Y
Mexico, and twenty leagues to the east
ward If Havana, Immediately between
two rivers (the san joan and Fumpri,)
lat the bottom OF a spacions bay. Its
| appearance forms a striking contrast to
the noise and hustle, the close built
streets, and crowded towers of the
wall encircled metropolis, like an In
dian village on the sloping border Of
some peaceful lake, il is seen silently
creeping over its easy ascent in scatter
ed security. In the rear, the mighty
Pan lifts IFS dark blue summit, in solita
ry majesty above the rising ground
! which conceals its base from the view /;
and deep narrow chasm in the bill 10
the right, affords a channel TO the river
forming the northern boundary TO the
city, while it discloses a partial glimpse
of the beautiful valley of Yumuri
| MataHzas, or the place Of slaughter,
| derives lis name from having been tie
scene of horrid and fata! massacre of
the peaceabIe and delenceless abort
gines, about the year l5Il-and tradi-
ton reports that when pursued by their
blood thirsty invaders, thousands of these
inGhensive creatures, with an universal
shrek of ''Yo .Bori! Y MORT [ an
killed, am killed." in imitation of foe
Spanish, rushed headIong, in amazement,
over the immense precipices overhang-
ing the valley:-irom whence originates
its name.
Frequently during the night, flor
there are no gates to the city the Men
teros, or conntrymen, heard returning
on horseback to their homes, singing
some ballad or national song, in tone
peculiar to themselves, generally accom-
panied by the guitar; aud as my wild.
ow overlooked the bridge Of fumuTl,
| the song and guitar have frequently
drawn me to watch the rude musician
as he passed, dressed in his check shirt
and pantaloons, the latter drawn tight
over the hips, by which alone they are
supported, his broad brlmmed straw hat,
and his long Machete straight sword at
! his side. And it was to prepetuate the
feelings excited by these midnight ser
| enades, under the circumstances des-
crbed in the song, that it was written.
In Cuba a we'll regarded Coffee Es-
tate is perfect garden. One of mode
rate size has from 1000 to 10000
trees, producing, each, an average of
about half pound of clean grain. The
| trees, which are not allowed to exceed
about five feet in height, are planted
| SIX feet apart, IN rows ntPrsecting each
other transversely and obiquely, in
squares of 10000. The squares are
separated by broad alleys, lined either
with lime hedges, pine apples, flowers,
or fruit trees. The dwelling house is
generally placed at the bottom of the
centre avenue, which is always broa-
der than the rest, and is sometimes
planted with bamboos, or young palms,
or manages, other fruit trees OF large size,
and sometimes left TO correspond with
the other alleys. The negro houses
from two. thirds of rotunda, or three
sides of an oblnng square, Immediately
behind it; and the other buildings, the
pasture grounds, SC. are behind these
again Thus, the house commands the
entire prospect OF the Estate; and as
the trees are regularly prmed, their
round tops, Scarcely distinguished the
even rows in which they are planted
present wide extended field, perfectly
level, to the eye, which, when in bloom
has the appearance of being sprnkled
over with snow-iorming an agreeable
contrast to the red mahogany color of
the soil, which is always kept quite
clean. The tall, straight, slender Palms,
are sparingiy scattered throughout, aud
their plumy tops, waving in the wind,
! break the munotonv of the view, and
give it an air of enchantment truly de
lightful. Here and there tufts OF the
teathery Bamboo, with its long narrow
j leaves of light green, lend additional
diversity ; and patches of the broad leay
ed PlamtaiE, present the idea OF towns
Of fairy windmils; while the tremend-
! Gus Cotton tree, with its large, smooth
, silver colored trunk bullying out towards
the centre, heaves out, from its very top,
: its gigantic arms, and, towering over all
/ appears the genius of the scene.
THE ALPs.-Let no one imagine that
the crossing the Alps is the work OF
moment, or done by a single heroic eff
fort 80 THAT they are huge but detached
chain of hills, or like the dotted line we