A summer on the borders of the Caribbean sea.Harris, J. Dennis
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A summer on the borders of the Caribbean sea.
Harris, J. Dennis
Caribbean Area -- Description and travel
So Mr. Dickinson, the elderly gentleman, was from the States also, and
nothing would do but Mr. Johnson must accompany him to his home in
Ruatan, there to spend a few weeks for old acquaintance’ sake, and
meanwhile strengthen his health. He went; but Mr. Johnson coming from
the States had never seen so lovely an island, and certainly none so
prolific as Ruatan. He found oranges selling for one dollar per barrel,
and cocoa-nuts at a cent apiece; and that after being rowed a distance
of six miles. He found also that good milch cows could be bought for six
dollars each; and that upon one of the neighboring islands wild cattle
were to be had for the sport of catching. On Utille, another island,
also, almost in sight of Ruatan, is a settlement of whites, which,
though small, is in a very flourishing condition; both being tributary
to Ruatan. Altogether, he liked the appearance of things exceedingly.
Mr. Johnson not being one of your lazy visitors, soon began to make
himself useful by assisting his friend Mr. Dickinson in whatever he
might have to do; and so one day, with pants rolled up to his knees, he
went over to a neighbor’s to borrow some bags. This neighbor had a
pretty niece who lived in Nicaragua, which is just over the way, and who
was now on a visit to her uncle.
It was near dusk; his neighbor was not at home; but, with that careless
indifference which travellers in the tropics will appreciate, he walked
into the shanty, slightly nodded to some one he saw sitting in the
corner, and immediately stretched himself out in a hammock.
The timid girl, less frightened at this rude freedom than at the bushy
whiskers of the Northerner, answered his inquiries as to when her uncle
would be in, curtsied, and left the room; but in doing so she discovered
about the trimmest ancle and the neatest pair of stockings Mr. Johnson
had ever beheld. It fixed him. He could not sleep after that without
dreaming of the pretty feet, and, of course, pretty owner.
Mr. Johnson found business with his neighbor very often. The divinity
went over home; Mr. Johnson had business over there also; and with
genuine American grit obtained the old man’s consent, and actually
returned with his daughter.
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