The Redwood gazette., 1917-05-23

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but at the entrance of the other
place we dream of, it may, per-
chance be different-very differ
ent.
MORO Castle.
MORO Castle and Fort Caba-
mas are just across the narrow
harbor entrance from the city |
and their old rough stone battle
ments constantly remind one of
many sad chapters of Spanish
misrule. For behind these walls
good men were shot and dark
dungeons drove many to mad
ness and despair. | have sat in
the cool of the evening in the
Malecon park listening to the
band and looking at a big golden
moon, gliding the tower of old
Moro, and wondered at a race
that could so torture man and
soothe him-for those who built
those walls and ruled so cruelty
were of the blood that dreamed
the beautiful melodies the band
was playing. Strange creatures
we builders and spoilers
piling up stones of wrath and
loosing to the winds music that
stirs the blood and sets the feet
a dancing. The beaux and belle
of the city pass by babbling of
the lighter things Of life-safe
in a saner hour-and just over
there is the great closed book
of the tragedies that were.
A stroll thru the twin fort
resses reveals long dark pas
sages-great gloomy rooms
black dungeons, and open spaces
paved with cobble stones. From
the walls one looks out over a
great blue ocean, wind tossed
and sparkling. The Cuban ca
diets are trained here and a fine
body of clean strong young men
they are, with fine eyes and
musical voices. They speak lit
tie English but touch their caps
and smile when spoken to. They
showed me a wall Scared with
bullet notes.-the laurel ditch it
is called-where the dead line
was. Just lined them up and
shot ~them-pouf-like that! A
bronze memorial set in the wall
commentaries the martyrdom
of those who died here in the
cause of Cuba Libre.
The Shops.
| The shops of Havana are so
flied with beautiful things that
one seriously thinks of an extra
trunk to fill with booty. On Obs
po street there is a fan store
the largest in the world they
say-where every imaginable
kind of fan of every size, and
shape, and color, and of every
kind of material can be obtained.
You can pay any price you
| please for you must not leave
without one and there is one to
fit every purse. Not every one
knows how to use a fan as it
should be used, and if you would
learn just watch the Senoritas
for they know just how to hold
them before their eyes and smile
through them. And then there
are wonderful shops where Pana-
ma hats are sold and these are
always filled with tourists as
they seem to be about the only
ones who buy them, the natives
seldom wearing them. Spanish
laces and gay colored silk sashes
and wonderful perfumery that
covers multitude of sins, and
walking sticks made from
strange woods and piles of
queer fruits and stacks of pic
lures of saints in agony and
ecstacy-all these are spread be-
fore you. All, yes there's much
to see in old Havana and the
purse is sorely tempted.
/ The Leper Hospital.
| There is one place we visited
that few tourists enter and that
is the Leper hospital. 1t was not
through either morbid curiosity
or bravado we went there, but
purely through accident, for we
were looking for the Maternity
hospital where the nameless ba-
bies are left (of which | will tel
you in a moment) and got lost.
However, that may be we went
up a long flight of steps into a
great building and saw before
us at a little distance a pretty
/ chapel. We had walked long
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