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Show A Traveler at Nafuiu. Nearly a week was passed in reaching Nassau; Nas-sau; a we-'k of dreamful idleness, of weird esieriences among my swarthy companions and their strange acquaintances on hey and an island cove, of starry nights and balmy winds lulling the senses tenderly. After such on exiwricnce ono grows to resent the touch of land beueath tho feet, even though all that greets tho eye is quaint', interesting ond lux-uriaut. lux-uriaut. All this is at Nassau and everywhere behind, along the flower girdled island drives. It is simply Cuba, diminutively, under better rule. There are a great hotel, a touch of English aristocracy, a hordo of invalids, an ancient flavor of architectuio anil ail forms and customs growing out of human activiin-, or rather inactivities; white men and women who, under tho Influence Influ-ence of too narcotic tropical surroundings livo and move as in a dream; and 30,000 simple, guileless, half naked black folk so sodden in inertia that mental activity Implied in dreams seems impossible. But that Is oil, savo tho endless contemplation of God's unused, unappreciated prodigality of unsought un-sought provision of Daman necessities. Edgar Ed-gar L Wakeman in St Louis Republic. |