To night I reached here after a six hours ride through blazing fields of sugar cane and stopped on my way to the hotel to ask the Consul when the next boat went to Saqua la Grande-- I had no letter of introduction to him as I had to the Matanzas consul, but as soon as he saw my card he got out of his chair and shook hands again and was as hearty and well bred and delightful as Charley himself and unlike Chas he did not ask me 14 francs for looking on him.

He is out now chasing around to get me a train for to-morrow.

But I won't go to-morrow.

My hotel looks on the plaza and the proprietor and the whole suite of attendants are my slaves.

It is just as different as can be.