Putnam patriot., 1926-04-02

and eagerly bought and speedily inn hibed by the citizens of that country that spends millions annually in the so-ealled suppression of alcoholic bev. erages. Meanwhile the rain comes down in torrents. Boats 20 to the shore and those travellers who have the courage. land. armed with ufn- brellas and walk about in the wettest and quaintest of towns. stared at by a dark and completely foreign people. huddled beneath overhanging balcon- ies or under the great dripping leaves of banana trees. Then back to the ship and in the purple of an almost tropical twilight. the "Presidente" puts out to sea again, bound due south for Madeira.
 The Mount of Madeira
 Another dull day al sea and a night and in the morning of the sunniest of days we are anchored in the swell of Madeira. that gem of islands that rises preeipitously out of the sea, full clad with verdure in the midst of this win ter season the town. full of as many eolors as Joseph's coat. clustering al the base of the towering mountain. Rising above, tier on tier. to the height Of 5000 feet to the summit of the is land are gardens innumerable. The swell is terrific and. as Madeira has no harbor. the hazard of landing is enough to cause the shn's officers to shake their heads ominously. But there are two travellers aboard who are going ashore. and when the first boat comes alongside. they are the first to go down the companionway
 However wanting to 20 ashore and going ashore are two very different things. Thanks to the heavy swell the motor boat waiting to take the voyagers. can scarcely approach the "Presidente II becomes a question of jumping Two husky sailors on the steamer grab the passenger firmly un- der the arms and when the swell aris- es and brings the small boat close to the steamers side, the passenger is hurled into the waiting arms of two huskies below. IL is TO place for a son or daughter of Mother Sill. in that tossing little boat, rising and falling towards the steamers companionwav. But one by one even the most timid souls, looking at the beauty that awaits them on shore. take the flying leap and when finally the Bishop. in his robes. had been thrown to rocking safety. the small boat was away Co the pier of Funchal.
 The traveller by this Southern route becomes quickly accustomed to the staring crowds that meet the steam CTS. These inhabitants of the invaded ports stand stolidly by looking at the sas.l aF . visitor Go Madeira sees a new race, dark. small. swarthy, eyeinR them quietly and cnriously. Barefooted and ragged the native of Madeira has his infrequent touch with the. outside world from these steamers that come in score of boats from America in the springtime, from England in the winter months, and back and forth from South Africa throughout the year.
 To the Top of Madeira
 Ashore the traveller runs for one of the long line of gaily decorated OK drawn sleds which are the typical ve- hicle of that small portion of Madeira where vehicles may be used for SO steep are the hills and the inclines of the island that one has small horizon tai choice Generally one may go only vertically. up or down.
 IL was good to be ashore again, in torrid sunshine with the lush green of tropical verdure rising tier on tier above us. with the little quiet city shining like rainbow in the sun. When the mass of fellow-voyaPers had gone ahead. two travellers toek sled and skidded slowly along the water front into the town. Here they wan dered about into the old Cathedral. down into the picturesque fruit mar ket where the birds of Africa and the islands to the south were making a bedlam of noise. then past the great wine houses where that sweet wine that gives Madeira it's world fame. is pressed and bottled and shipped to ev- cry country except to that land which was of Washington and is now of Vol stead
 Then began that adventure which every schoolboy's geography pictures of Madeira. the ascent by the funicu- lar railroad from the sea level to the very tip top of the island, 3,200 feet above. At a horrible angle the little train passes quickly out of the town of Funchal and plunges upward into myriad gardens, where the jasmine. bouganvillia and roses climb over walls, and every inch of ground is cared for and cultivated. Up and up and up the train climbs, passing out of the region of gardens and into one of stunted trees and brush. Far below is the sea and the President" grow ing smaller and smaller by the minute. Ahead looms the pinnacle of the noun tain swept out of view now and then by a passing cloud. Finally. with short gasping breaths, the little engine comes to a stop and the passengers alight beside the famous and most de servediy famous restaurant which crowns the mountains top.
 After a look below at the terraces of gardens. the far-away town and the ifar-stretching sea. most of the travel CTS were hurried inside by a passing cloud which suddenly enveloped all in quick shower of rain. But not the determined two. They were true sun chasers. and having found the sun and the green and the warmth, 1t took more