Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . blue, in patches; astone landing-quay, and a long, light iron pier projectingfrom it. At the end of the pier from a crane hung aniron hook, and to this the imagination instantly hookedon. It was the termination of the English railway tothe capital. By that road, with all possible expedition,we should be borne up out of the miasmatic lands ofthe coast — the over-luxuriant Tierra Caliente — to thewonders of the interior. To the left a reddish castellated fort. I^o suburbs—nota sign of them—
Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . blue, in patches; astone landing-quay, and a long, light iron pier projectingfrom it. At the end of the pier from a crane hung aniron hook, and to this the imagination instantly hookedon. It was the termination of the English railway tothe capital. By that road, with all possible expedition,we should be borne up out of the miasmatic lands ofthe coast — the over-luxuriant Tierra Caliente — to thewonders of the interior. To the left a reddish castellated fort. I^o suburbs—nota sign of them—only long, dreary stretches of sand. Veryfar down on the sand, with the sea breaking white overher, was the English steamer Chrysolite^ dragged fromher moorings by the gale and wrecked. We came in atevening, and joined ourselves to a little cluster of steam-ers and sailing-vessels made fast to buoys under the leeof a coral reef, on which stands the disreputable old cas-tle of San Juan dUlloa. It is whitewashed in part, andpartly as blackened by time and powder as the reef itself. VAEA CRUZ. 17. 18 OLD MEXICO AXD HER LOST PROVINCES. A revolving lantern moved round on its summit. It wastold to the confiding that the Government kepo prisonersthere to turn it; and they were instructed to look fortheir dark, flitting forms and hear their lugubrious heard all night, at any rate, the creaking of the pumpsof an American bark along-side, which had come disabledinto port, with a freight of logs from Alvarado, and couldbarely keep afloat. It so happened that it was the anniversarj^ of the arri-val of Cortez, in the year 1519. He had arrived on theevening of Thursday of Holy Week, and so had I. Itwas on the morning of Good Friday that I went were taken off in small boats, and our ship unloadedby lighters, for there is not one of these Mexican harborswhere a ship can lie up to a wharf in safety. More than the usual embarrassments await the ordi-nary traveller on t
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