The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-09-01

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the doors of drug stores and dry goods
houses, as well as in markets and restau-
rants, for less than their transportation
had cost him-to say nothing of his own
passage money, $40, for the round trip
between the harbors of New York and
Santiago. The last time | saw the young
man, he told me with tears in his eyes,
that he had rented piece of ground and
turned the survivors loose, hoping that
some of them might recuperate and be-
come saleable; but that in any event he
was ''out' fully twelve hundred dol
lars. The trouble was not so much with
the chicken business in the island of Cuba
as with the speculator' methods. If live
fowls are to be transported on a long,
tropical voyage, they should be provided
with healthful conditions, for pecuniary
considerations, if not in the interests of
humanity Instead of being too greedy
to take advantage of peoples necessities,
he should have remembered that with
few exceptions the Impoverished Cubans
have absolutely no money for the neces-
saries of life and cannot pay fancy prices
for imported chickens. If he had brought
dressed fowls, on ice, to be sold at rea-
sonable rates. he might have done better
1,ob oI aI
with ineubators, anywhere on the island
and waited for better times and his plant
to grow, together, he would doubtless
have done very well indeed.
Our week voyage was much like others
in this direction. 1t would be rare indeed
were not some small squalls encountered
in the 1861 miles that stretch between
New Y ork and Santiago. Hardly had
the Brooklyn Bridge, the bronze Goddess
and other landmarks and water marks OF
Gotham faded from view, before the
passengers began disappearing, one by
! one. Not soul confessed to NAL de mer
oh no, Perish the thought. Only,
somehow, the sight of food suddenly
became a horror and the desire to recllne
in secluslon was simultaneous and univer-
sal. All the omens and portents known
to mariners held true-such as
Rainbow in the morning,
Sailors take warning,
| "If the Bermudas let you pass,
| You must beware of Hatteras"
| The first long Sunday was blank. We
knew we were sailing the oarragossa Sea.
amid patches of wonderful sea weeds,
accompanied by those other navigators,
the nautilus and flying fsh-but the in
clination for recumbent attitude in
tured forth. Days followed days on the
sunlit sea, all so much alike that one lost
track of time and hardly knew whether he
had been from home a week or a year.
The skies grow bluer and bluer, and the
waves white capped above the bluest blue
eyes ever beheld. Some of the nights
were passed in a struggle to hold oneself
in bed, SO boisterous were the long Atlantic
swells; and anon, rocked in the cradle of
the deep more gently, one gazed through
the port hole AT disk of star-illumined
sky and thought of the dear home faces
till tranquil slumber came.
A notable circumstance of this Journey
was that in the whole thirteen hundred
miles we encountered but three vessels
two transports and a man. of war. Our
route-in the usual course at an average
distance of 100 miles from shore-was the
great ocean highway to the Antilles,
formerly piled by thousands of merchant
men and other craft; but now commerce
and travel are alike suspended because of
f, Uncle Samuel's participation in the
quarrel of his neighbor. San Salvador
the first bit of the Western World which
Columbus saw, you know-was passed
unnoticed in the darkness of night. Early
on Thursday, the sixth day out, we
caught the first glimpse of Cuba-low
hills, topped with clouds, SO vague in the
morning twilight that none could trace
the lines of demarkation betw cen sea and
sky and shor4. But it was surely Cuba
the land of tragedy, within whose small
compass upwards of 100000 people have
died within three years-where more than
a third of the population have been
annihilated during that short period, by
starvation, disease and the red hand of
war. By and by Maisi light, holding
aloft its beacon-signal, sprang out of the
mist to greet us. Its tall white shaft, set
on the eastern tip of the island, looks
enough like the Washington monu-
ment to give the wanderer home sick
pang. The low hills that encompass
southeastern Cuba, rising in natural ter
races from the waters edge, remind me
of the artiicially terraced slopes of the