Across the Andes . e thought of this simple and adroit dead-lock that preserved their official activities and atthe same time kept us in a profitable it was pointed out by the diplomat thatby virtue of the cabled commission the newdoctor was a member of the board—vote again! That evening we wandered through the dustand sand of Payta and rode grandly, and briefly,to the out-skirts of the town in the single mule-and-rope tram that skirted the beach. It is wellin the troubled times of quarantine on the WestCoast always to travel with an accredited diplo-mat on board. All next d
Across the Andes . e thought of this simple and adroit dead-lock that preserved their official activities and atthe same time kept us in a profitable it was pointed out by the diplomat thatby virtue of the cabled commission the newdoctor was a member of the board—vote again! That evening we wandered through the dustand sand of Payta and rode grandly, and briefly,to the out-skirts of the town in the single mule-and-rope tram that skirted the beach. It is wellin the troubled times of quarantine on the WestCoast always to travel with an accredited diplo-mat on board. All next day the whirr and clatter of the steam-winches and the bang of cargo kept up and againwe visited the dusty port, wading through thelines of Panama hat sellers that lined up to greetthe landing of our small boat. Of hotel runnersthere were none, this being due to the fact thatthere was but one hotel to which the stray customis bound to drift. At the hotel we saw a fewpalms and tropical blooms in tubs and in a care-. > o c c 3 Q < A TROPICAL QUARANTINE 51 fully irrigated patio, for Payta is—like all thatWest Coast—rainless. As a cold matter ofmeteorological fact it does rain sometimes; I ac-cidentally started an acrimonious discussion by amerely polite remark on the weather as towhether it had been nine, eleven, or fourteenyears since the last rain. In apparent proof ofthis there is a wide, dusty canal bulkheaded withpiling on either side which in these intervals be-tween showers serves as a native market. Littlered flags flutter from the chicherias where theopaque, yellow, Indian corn beer is sold, rang-ing in flavor and potency from warm buttermilkto the wicked stone-fence of New Jersey. Back of the town a trail wades through thesand to the crest of the long bluffs; the feet ofcountless pack trains have worn a drivewaythrough the ridge until, stepping through, thereare suddenly spread before the view the endlessstretches of a dried and dusty desert that has beenan oc
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