Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1919-08-06
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Ant VENEZUELA

AL VENEZUELA
Miss Elm J. Lindberg, Former Warren
Teacher, Tells Interesting Story Of
Trip to South America.
MaracaibO, Venezuela. S. a..
July 21, 1919.
Dear Editor and Reders Of the
Warren Sheaf:
Five weeks have passed since I left
home and / know that many friends are
waiting for a letter. Accepting the kind
|invitation of the Editor Of the Sheaf. /
shall, through it's columns, try to reach
you all.
Leaving Warren Saturday, June 18th,
/ spent about ten days in the cities of
Minneapolis, Duluth, Chicago and New
York. s 8
In Chicago some friends took me
through the Art Institute 2 This was
great pleasure. What attracted me
most were the numerous statues.
Many of these were reproductions Of
ancient art Chaldean, Egyptian,
Greek, Roman and Gothic. There were
also many statues by modern sculptors.
The paintings too were many and in
teresting. Two or three rooms were
devoted to school exhibitions, and there
were several rooms containing curiosi-
ties from Europe and from the early
times Of our country.
visited Marshall Fields great store.
rode on the elevated railroad, and saw
Chicago at its busiest hours on Satur-
day afternoon.
In comparison to Chicago, New York,
though the worlds metropolis, seemed
much the safer place. The streets Of
the latter city are much narrower but
not by far SO difficult to cross, as such
an enormous amount Of traffic is car
ried on under and above the ground.
The trains from the interior stop at
Jersey City and the passengers are
taken across to New York on the ferry.
When going across to Brooklyn to
board the steamer, we rode on the ''sub-
way" or underground railroad.
We embarked on the ssZulia'', Of the
/ Red ID" Line, on Wednesday, June
25th. There were six adults and one
baby in our party, and we were all glad
to be on the way to our chosen field.
Still tears almost choked us as we all
tried for the sake Of the others to be
brave when leaving our dear, old United
| States. I have always dearly loved my
country, but never before had I fully
realized what it means to me- When
we reached Porto Rico, a beautiful
mountainous island, where we anchored
IA ew.shours, said with pride, 'And
this belongs to the United States p
Our journey was pleasant though the
sea was rather rough at times SO that
the "Zulia'' which is quite small boat
rolled in a way which increased the
1 pleasures Of seasickness that we all en-
joyed the first few days.
We first sighted the South American
coast on July Fourth At noon Of that
day we steamed into the harbor of La
Guiara, where we stayed till the next
day in order to unload freight That
1 city lies on a narrow shelf at the foot
LOT range Of mountains so high that
clouds continually foated about their
tops. The scenery was beautiful but
imagine yourselves between such noun
tains and the sea under tropical sun.
La Guira is the port of Caracas, the
capital Of Venezuela, which lies at the
top Of the mountain range beyond the
peaks visible to the harbor. If one
could go straight across, the distance
between the two cities would be six to
eight miles, but it is about twenty four
miles by the railroad or the automobile
road.
Leaving La Guiara late Friday even
ing, we reached Curacao, an island off
the coast Of Venezuela on Sunday, July
9Th. This island belongs to Holland
and the people, who are descendants of
the Dutch, Spaniards, and Negroes,
seem prosperous in spite Of the dry,
sandy soil. We visited an ostrich farm
which is center Of attraction for all
who stop at the island.
Sunday evening, we left Curacao, and
finally on Monday evening steamed into
the harbor Of Maracaibo. That was by
far the largest and most favorably sit,
uated city we had seen since leaving
New York. The population is about
$4,000. At the dock were Rev. Il. j.
Bach, superintendent Of our Mission
Station here, the "Casa Evangelical
and his companion, Rev. Geo. Holmberg
besides number Of native friends
They all accompanied us to the .Casa
Evangelical, ]. and here the natives vel.
coined us with smiles, embraces, and
many pat on the shoulder. A few un.
Iderstood little English and we tried
hard to converse: I wish yop friends
could have seen the faces Of brothers