India rubber world . a good turn for a dark-skinned, downtrod-den brother. I was not to rest long, however, for I was awak-ened by the reentrance of the Swede, who came to inquirepolitely if the strangeness of my sur-roundings kept me from sleeping. I as-sured him they did not, and he depart-ed satisfied and I dropped off to sleepagain. Suddenly, however, I was awak-ened by the feeling that some one waslooking me in the face and opening myeyes I saw the mozo with his face aboutthree inches from mine and his handoutstretched toward my breast have forgotten just what I said tohim, but i
India rubber world . a good turn for a dark-skinned, downtrod-den brother. I was not to rest long, however, for I was awak-ened by the reentrance of the Swede, who came to inquirepolitely if the strangeness of my sur-roundings kept me from sleeping. I as-sured him they did not, and he depart-ed satisfied and I dropped off to sleepagain. Suddenly, however, I was awak-ened by the feeling that some one waslooking me in the face and opening myeyes I saw the mozo with his face aboutthree inches from mine and his handoutstretched toward my breast have forgotten just what I said tohim, but it was most emphatic, and hewent back and lay down, while I, wrapping my blanket tightlyabout me, dropped into another doze, but not for long. Backcame the Swede, with more of a jag than ever, and sat onthe side of my cot and wished aloud that he had a place to liedown, so I got up and gave him my cot and went and sat inthe doorway and smoked and thought. * A common hot country appellation for an agricultural SNOW CAPPED ORIZABA. M\v i, 1903.] THE INDIA RUBBER WORLD 259 At 5 oclock I succeeded ingetting some coffee, whichgreatly refreshed me, and at9 oclock boarded the con-struction train, which wasmade up of a wood burningengine, a boxcar for passen-gers, and two flat cars loadedwith railroad ties, mozos andnegroes. We crept along ata snails pace over the tempo-rary track, which was not bal-lasted and which had sunk al-most out of sight sonutimesin the clayey mud and some-times slid a foot or two toright or left, threatening to overturn the car. That this latter was no idle dream was indi-cated by several boxcars which we saw which had been tippedoff into ditches along the side. We finally reached Santa Rosaand disembarked—that is, I did, and my cheerful planterfriend, Adams, while all the rest went on. Santa Rosa stationis not a largeone, the only building there being a ruined hut ofnative build, that had been in use when the pioneer railwaycamp was there. On the o
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