. The Spanish-American republics . ce companions, and wondering who they are. One passenger,a dilapidated and anaemic youth, has already settled down in a cornerto read Zolas La Tierra in a Spanish translation, decorated with agaudy chromo- lithographic cover, representing the man-brute kissingthe woman-brute in a cornfield. In another corner half a dozen men, with rough, lumpy faces, hoarse voices,and badly cut clothes, are discussingpolitics and indulging in audible andfrequent sputation. These gross per-sons I afterward discovered to be Pe-ruvian deputies and senators. On an-other bench thr
. The Spanish-American republics . ce companions, and wondering who they are. One passenger,a dilapidated and anaemic youth, has already settled down in a cornerto read Zolas La Tierra in a Spanish translation, decorated with agaudy chromo- lithographic cover, representing the man-brute kissingthe woman-brute in a cornfield. In another corner half a dozen men, with rough, lumpy faces, hoarse voices,and badly cut clothes, are discussingpolitics and indulging in audible andfrequent sputation. These gross per-sons I afterward discovered to be Pe-ruvian deputies and senators. On an-other bench three priests are sayingtheir prayers. Among the deck pas-sengers I notice a whole family busilyengaged in making up their bedswith good mattresses and nice cleanwhite sheets. Fa-ther, mother, son,and two daughtersare all chatteringover the work,which is beingdonein a very satisfac-tory way. Later inthe clay I found thewhole family in bed—with their bootson. We have nowstarted. The si- LOADING CATTLE ON A STEAMER. ldlCe 01 the Snip. IMPRESSIONS OF PERU. 185 impresses one. There is no sound but the regular thud of the engineand the rush of the water that dashes against the ships side, like anenemy ever to be repelled, and ever returning to the charge. The sunis shining brilliantly; the Pacific continues its long and indolent roll;the red-brown barren coast closes the horizon and deepens in the dis-tance into rich purple tones. Day after day the scene is the same—brown and arid hills along the coast; occasionally a white patch ofguano ; now and again a town and port, and a narrow fertile valley run-ning down to the sea. The ship anchors at a certain distance fromthe shore. The captain of the port comes on board and exercises hisauthority. Then the boatmen scramble up the ships side to takepassengers ashore. Then the lighters are moored alongside, and themonotonous and noisy business of loading and unloading merchandise consists chiefly of flour, fruit, barrels of wine
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