Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-06-04
Through the
Sunny South.

ldu tudt NIL oCOtt anu Nis
Frary were not in sightseeing
distance, for l never met two
Kansas fellows before, neither
have l since, that could come as
near laughing a man into hyster-
les, or mule out of his dumps,
as these two fellows can when
the thermometer is just right.
Well, what has become of the
automobile. Here it is gliding
along just as nice as one could
wish. We are now coming in
sight of the place where we
started just three hours ago.
After all, we will have to repeat
what DR.. Gibson said, it was a
delightful trip, this our first
automobile ride away down here
in this far off south land within
u miles of the southern extrem-
ity of the United States of
America.
Dismounting this great ma
chine and leaving it apparently
asleep, this crowd of twelve per-
sons almost total strangers to
each other, disperse and scatter
in different directions, perhaps
never to meet again as we have
been today on this pleasant trip.
Thus it is in life. We meet
today and part tomorrow, to be
separated, perhaps forever, but
let us try to leave sweet and
lasting impressions with those
we meet and those we greet in
this busy, bustling world.
That will tell the true story
that:
"Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not it's goal;
Dust Thou art to dust return
est,
Was not spoken of the soul"
$50. With two of our travel
ing associates we start for the
old mexican town of Matamoris,
across the Rio Grande river. We
cross in ferry boats, toll three
cents in American, six cents in
Mexican money. After we get
across the river on the Mexican
side we board a small street car
large enough to carry about six
teen persons of average size.
This street car is drawn by a
small mule about the size of the
one | encountered this morning,
but not the same one, as / think
that one did belong to the water
works.
/ almost forgot to tell you when
we approached the river, as we
went over, we met the rest of our
delegation who had made the
trip to old Matamoris and was
just returning. DR.. Gibson vol
unteered to go back with us
to Matamoris, and after
we were safely seated in the
street car. We must pay for this
good service two and one half
cents American or five cents
Mexican money. We had to
travel in this little old street car
for over a mile, but after so long
we landed in the quaint old city
on schedule time. l did not time
this ride, but soon found out il
was no Katy flyer, but really il
was little novel and will be re.
membered as being very interest.
ing, something to jot down in
lifes history.
The first place we visited here
in this old town was one of the
cemeteries, which was a pretty
7 place, though very odd and sc
different from our cemeteries il
America. There are large vaults
built on top of the ground large
enough to hold a number of dead
bodies. There had been a mum
Der of openings IN these tombs
where Isnppose the bodies were
passed through in the vaults OF
receptacles of the tombs and ther
sealed up air tight. These
places of deposit for the dead
we are told, are leased for five
years at the time of burial and a.
the expiration of these five years
if not leased and paid for agair
for five years more, the bones ar,
taken out of the tomb and thrown
in a receptacle in one corner o
the cemetery. Those of ou
crowd that went early in the af
ternoon were permitted to SCI
these ghostly, bleaching bones
as they were piled up in thi
place. We were late getting il
here, and, for some cause not ex
planned to us, we were not per