The Washington times., 1920-05-06

Our next stop was at Curacao
QuAInt little toy Dutch town. COW
sring a spotless wee ISLAND WIN
its canal. It's scrubbed dooTsteps'
tiled roofs. and diminutiNe yello"
master houses, every inch was
YaminIscent of Holland, even 10 the
spotted cows and beds OF jocund
tulips. II was enchanting-a childs
dream of an island-unlike any
other island in the West Indies-or'
for that matter. even in the whole
world, am sure.
A visit from the Dutch governor
and a call or two. and then VII
Rinia was OF AGaip--two days AT
sea, and such rolling! Al SUNRISE
we landed at Haiti, or more accu-
rntely. at Port-au-Prince, the capt-
tal OF the little black republic.
1t was Sunday, and the wide.
dusty streets were lined with rag
ged soldiers in fragmentary uni
forms. Some had guns and some
did without. Numerous generals
strutted about in the most absurd
regalias. with cooked hats. no Two
eutfits of the same cut or color, put
all Astounding in braid and buttons.
The cause of all this ceremony-the
way to do him honor as he passed
by on his way to church-soon APP
peared in a French victoria, drawn
by prancing snowy-white horses.
the President OF the republic, Simon
Sam, black as shoe polish, but, on
SO fine in Prince Albert and all the
shining pride of n silk hat!
The market in Port-au-Prince was
ouite the best we had seen In that
part Of the world. Hundreds or
pitch-black women, dressed in clean
calicoes, were selling or bartering
various kinds OF eatables which
they had brought in from the coun-
try loaded on donkeys. The women
of Haiti do all the work, leaving
the men to sit comfortably at home
in their shacks.
In the villages back among the
hills, II was whispered. the natives
had reverted to their old form OF
religion, voodooism. They had wiid
dances and secret ceremonies. and
) sometimes a child was sacrificed.
Since we were there the island has
been subjet to American influence,
however, so doubtless conditions
are different today. 1t Is SO beau
tiful. with its fertile valleys and
great mountains-one of them,
Tina. the highest peak in all the
West Indies, rises 10000 feet above
the sea
Our short stay in Jamaica was
chiefly memorable for the drive
through Fern Valley. We had to
get up at 8 o'clock in the morning
to take 1t, but found 1t worth the
effort. The scenery was quite as
lovely as anything we had seen on
the whole trip. Roaring River Falls
were unique. for not only did the
water tumble from great height
over the rocks, but on these rocks
grew tall cocoanut trees. The drive
was tiresome toward the last, for
the poor horses were so exhausted
that we had to get out and walk up
all the hills and thought we should
never survive the journey.
That night in a rainstorm, with a
rough sea running, we left Jamaica
for Cuba. BY morning the current
had swept us out of our course and
even the captain could not get his
bearings. When land finally APP
peared it proved to be Guantanamo,
where American marines had cap
tured the Spanish blockhouse and
signal station. Steaming west, Nir-
GINA passed Daiquiri, where all our
troops had landed and whence
Wheeler with his regulars and the
Rough Riders had marched on TO
Siboney, soon to engage in the bat