I enjoyed a brief visit to Chinatown and Spanishtown close by, where I saw a woman scrubbing clothes on a long flat board, with a piece of soap in each hand, standing in a hut made of poles covered with brush, and noticed an old oven outdoors and the meat hung up in strips to dry.

I enjoyed also a call on the old fellow who "catcha de fisha." And now, looking back as we are whirled away, I find I am repeating those lines from Shelley which so exactly reproduce the picture: "The earth and ocean seem To sleep in one another's arms and dream Of waves, flowers, clouds, woods, rocks, and all that we Read in their smiles, and call reality.".