. Diary of a refugee. hismorning we were not surprised to hear thatthe Count had left, as it was he who sere- 72 DIARY OF A REFUGEE naded Belle. I doubt if we ever hear fromhim, or see him again. This place is really nothing more than astretch of sand with a few wretched huts onit, and to give it such an important name isridiculous. No ships can come up to it, sothat it is not even a harbor. They have come to tell us that the sailingvessel on which we are going to Havana hasarrived outside the bar, and that we mustcross this terrible bar, which is very rough,in small sailing boats, and that we
. Diary of a refugee. hismorning we were not surprised to hear thatthe Count had left, as it was he who sere- 72 DIARY OF A REFUGEE naded Belle. I doubt if we ever hear fromhim, or see him again. This place is really nothing more than astretch of sand with a few wretched huts onit, and to give it such an important name isridiculous. No ships can come up to it, sothat it is not even a harbor. They have come to tell us that the sailingvessel on which we are going to Havana hasarrived outside the bar, and that we mustcross this terrible bar, which is very rough,in small sailing boats, and that we shall prob-ably got a thorough soaking. As we have nogood clothes to spoil, we dont feel so badlyabout it. The boats are ready, so I muststop! On board sailing a terrible experience we have had,it was not a case of getting soaked once, butmany times. It was difficult after being en-gulfed by a great wave to know for a mo-ment or two if we were still in the boat orthrown out into the water; it is marvelous. fi [( MexicanVMs<Y$lfctt§, . .few ««w,^tft rnftfr i infill , M iii Tr-1 r,faifiij|Lbtwi» .uttint»&* MEXICAN WATER JARSFrom a drawing by Rosalie Urquhart DIARY OF A REFUGEE 73 how we ever got across without one of usbeing drowned. Then came the great diffi-culty of getting on board of this vessel; wehad to wait until a wave would lift us to theside of it, then take our turn in being hauledup to the deck by the sailors in any way bywhich they could get a good hold upon grip was so rough as to send us rollingover the deck, and I am not sure but whatsome of us were taken by the hair of ourheads, judging from our disheveled we lost all thought of ourselves in ourgreat anxiety about James; it seemed impos-sible to get him on board, he is so heavy,weighs two hundred and twenty-five several unsuccessful attempts the sail-ors put a rope around his waist and und
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