Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1851-06-13
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From the last of a charming series of papers now
appearing in the Literary World and attributed to
DR.. Francis Tones who was for two years attached
surgeon to one of the United States mail steamers
on the Pacific. DIR. Tones was one of the first to
witness the development of the gold fever on the 9TH
err side of the continent and his observation ranged
over the whole of its most interesting phase. We
are encouraged to hope from these publications in
the Literary World. that the Doctor designs to favor
the public with full account of his rare and valu
able experience. We may as we'll add, that Taboga
is little English Island the Pacific coast not far
above Panama, with bold coast, where, in the alb
sence of more perfect accommodations, it was and
still is believe customary to shore vessels for
pairs In the following sketch the writer describes
his visit quest OF something to eat, to native hut
which he finds hid away in tamarind grove.
Tn the distance it looks not unlike huge birds
half covered with the leaves, and the angud native girl
gess the fancy the futterng of feathers 1t in fact
hut and the hammock in swinging gently to the
langud movement of Taboga beauty We enter bending
under the low open doorway pushing aside the leaves and
dong Guayaqui sombrero and utterng bnas daS
Sno'ita with the most courtiy air at command After
modest utter and graceful movement of light drapery
that drops like curtain the full form and rounded limb
that had been woong the air in unsuspected
daance, courteousy made welcome. To ques-
on hay abdnaS conner? answered salts
factory senor and pointed to where there heap
up against the bamboo walls abundance of plantans
bananas, mangoes, melons, apples pines, and yellow
oranges fragrant with their mellow odors and gushing with
rpeness look feasng the lucious heap
we monster of the alligator kind large black, soft
eshy thing that to crawl topdy about the heap
has long head like serpent its black skin hangs loose
folds about its throat looking like the shrived neck of
African bag body thick and faced the back rough
ened with bopy ridge and the belly glistening with Sill
nv white falls in folds about its spreading Claws and its
viper tail coils in and among the fruit This told
g"amo and an innocent and much priced item Of the
might smack his lips over We shudder out m"cas gra
implying very decided to the offer of cooking this
monster for dinner.
Our host is notable housekeeper and while she is busy
making ready fer cheer have dropped into her
IoFh
swing in the hammock sweep the of the whole hut
and examine the brdcageke structure its sides made
bottom with pieces fastened by cords made of
grass the roof rises pamleaf thach that ascends in
in eafy fringe low down the sides. The doors
and windows rudey out of the walls open into the
green grove great red earhen jar dripping with moisture
filed with delicious WATER always kept cool the evapora
ton through the porous clay of which it is made standing il
with goody show of white calabashes
about two three hides stretched the bare ground
palm left baskets lying and the swimming hammock
the simple contents of the paim-tRatched hut
The goody housewife we look about is in the
although she labors with notable ZEAL all she does is done
with of movement and soft anguid that lighter
wood fire. outside the door sight ofthe swinging
hammock and the dame, she sits beneath the shade of
spreading tamarind busy dropping into caabash of
into which has been poured the juice shower OF snow
white meat which she CRATES with she'll from the ripe
The mealy pantan has burst its leathery jacket
and the rice mingled with the meat and milk of the
cocoanut, is done to turn and feast and Tabogf
Hebe pour for caabash humber of chcha in which
her health and eternity to her beauty of course feel
ngly pledged For dessert have choice to make;
take what is offered from the of fruit and gutte
with the sweets the melon and lucious pine
To all all hail good friend the wide worlds friend
Tobacco We ask for cigar andour maiden plies her read
hand. She has store of the finest leaf Taboga grown
culng the choicest from the heaped-up palm leaf baske
sits at feet rolling it into form She spreads the broa
here there heaps the drier fragments
and with her nimble fingers moulding the latter into shape
wraps them into the former with cunning twirl then sh
seals the envelopes with the excluding juice of the pantan
and To- cigar after cigar rolls out before tempting abun
She proud of her skill and throws back her
bounded hair that have fallen like thick black veil he
she bent her work and there smile of vanity
them she stretches her hand grasped full of cigars
her cunning handwork. We smoke and puff away the da
in lazy dream, do not envy Cuban Don.