We can distinguish sea captains, lawyers in politics, commandantes, oldest residents, gentlemenly good for nothings, shipping agents and commission dealers, coffee planters and men who are "on the beach" with unerring eye.

We know the story of each before he tells it, or it is told by some one else.

The Commandante shot a lot of men by the side of a road during the last revolution, first allowing them to dig their own graves and is here now so that he can pay himself by stealing the custom dues, the lawyer politician has been to Cornell and taken a medical degree in Paris and aspires to be a deputy and only remembers New York as the home of Lillian Russell.

The commission merchants are all Germans and the coffee planters are all French.

They point with pride to little bare-foot boys selling sea shells and cocoanuts as their offspring, although they cannot remember their names.