The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1910-06-20
CASHMERE MAN WRITES
Of |STHM|AN MEXICO
Edward Moore, Who Recently, With Tom Groves Left
Here for Mexico Writes That He Has Found the
Garden Spot of the Earth in the Great Republic to
the South-Has Bought Land.


Editor Daily Worli:-Mexican life
is a busy one just at present, and
to my many friends in the Wales of
Wenatchee and Cashmere / wish to
say that / am sorry I have not writ
ten often. I don't wish to and never
will forget my Red Apple friends.
Truly this is the land where the nor
thern, sunny breezes fan the tall
palmetto trees, where the great bill
lows of tropical grandeur are rolling
far and away in the distance. This
country has been well named
dreamland-not only that, but
wonderland. The great Latin life
of this Republic is wonder to Am
ericans-the scenic beauty. The
great wonders of the tropical forests
are the admiration of all that see
them and a trip to the great Mexican
| tropics will be one of the pleasant
memories of a lifetime. Pen cannot
describe the beauty of tropical life.
The great giant trees are hundred
feet high without a limb, then
branching out in two great umbrella
tops, and at distance look like ca
thedral pyramids for the heavens
to rest upon. The pretty Towering
trees, both white and yellow, the
! great hanging vines, the endless
variety of pretty Towering shrubs
and half dozen different kinds of
the most beautiful palms with long
branches reaching out 40 feet MAX
ing great arched bowers of shady
retreat, where one can lie on the
velvety leaves and lapse into forget
| fulness.
In travelling through the great for
ests one can see the most beautiful
parrots and countless thousands of
fine plumagei birds. From 5 o'clock
in the morning until 4 o'clock in the
night such a medley of whistling and
singing birds-whip-poor-wills and
screeching owls-until it huns like
the whole woodland Is an immense
phonograph. Our neighbor on the
hill, across from the hotel. has
big double-jointed Edison phono-
graph, and when they turn that
loose with Uncle Josh and Dick and
he calls the turn with one of his big
laughs, then the boot owl in the tree
chimes in with who, who are you"
then the feathered songster comes
in with "Whip-poor-Will. Wouldn't
that make a preacher forget himself.
He would find himself singing the
old song, "I'd Leave My Happy Home
for YOU" ooh, You Kid" Now,
don't think there are no zest or
crisp moments in life down here.
A few days ago myself and two la
dies and two men from one of the
big plantations were riding horse
back through the forests in hurry
to reach the river to stop for lunch,
and one of those ladies was from
Denver and had the spirit of the
wild rest rides in her boots. She
wore a pretty white dress, belted at
the waist with an alligator skin belt
in which were two pretty ivory-han-
died revolvers. Suddenly she refined
in her horse, drew her revolver, the
fire flashed and down came tumbling
a pretty black squirrel. She was on
her feet in an instant and the pref
ty squirrel was dangling from her
belt. Then at lunch on the banks
of the Trinidad river she took her
revolver and shot the great cocoa
nuts from the tree and we drank the
fresh, luscious milk, and this was
not all the excitement of that days
ride. On the road home, as we
rounded the brow of the hill sud-
denly a band Of wild hogs came in
to the road ahead of us and seeing
US, with "wooff" down the road
they went And that woman's re-
peating rifle was to her shoulder in
a second and putting spurs to her
horse, after them she went. Wild
hogs and ride round the hill she
went at full speed with her panama
swinging at her shoulder and the
bangi bang. of her rifle-I tell you
things were wild just then-but fin
ally with a rush down the hill the
hogs went into field Of sugar cane
and the chase was over. ! counted
four dead hogs, as we went. Then
as we rode up she was standing by
the roadside leaning on her rifle, let
ting her pony eat grass. Then she
said, Where have you folks been
all summer? You ought to have kept
up with me- I had little sport just
then" Say, lads, such scenes and
doings as this makes us old baches
sing the old song, too-"I'd Leave
My Happy Home for You,' but this
one was married. Her husband
bought 1000 acres of land and is
going to build up one of the finest
planta ions one ever dreamed of. I
sold another 1000 acre tract to
man from Texas Tor plantation.