El Toro : $b A motor car story of interior Cuba — John Shaqi
El Toro : $b A motor car story of interior CubaEstep, E. Ralph (Edwin Ralph)
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El Toro : $b A motor car story of interior Cuba
Estep, E. Ralph (Edwin Ralph)
Automobile travel -- Cuba; Cuba -- Description and travel
“We had to ford ... a fast flowing torrent set down in a gorge
... which had no path leading to a crossing of any kind,” 82
“Digging to obtain a footing for the wheels in the roughest ravines,” 90
“At last we found the promised highway,” 100
“The oldest cathedral in Cuba, weatherbeaten, but proudly rising
over the low tiled houses of the town,” 100
PREFACE
Occasionally business has experiences which are interesting on their own
account. To set them down in words is an agreeable task and entirely
different from the making of business literature of the familiar kinds.
This narrative is just the relation of what happened, when, on other
business bent, we strayed into the unknown and stayed to have a motoring
experience, which was far enough from the conventional to deserve a place
in the realm of adventure. The tale is here recounted in the hope that it
will possess for others a degree of the interest which, for ourselves,
has made it a substantial part of our recollections. Most of all, ye
unworthy scribe hopes that the narration will be acceptable to those
who made it possible—to Sidney D. Waldon, father of the great idea and
leading spirit of the enterprise resulting therefrom, Edwin S. George,
Fred Crebbin and Rogelio Gaarken.
E. R. E.
Detroit, April, 1909.
[Illustration: “_Once in a while a good sort of winding dirt road gave
promise of speed._”
SEE PAGE 20.]
[Illustration]
CHAPTER I
_Direct not him, whose way himself will choose;_
_’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou lose._
—Richard II.
[Illustration]
Red and vivid against the dense night, a camp fire of palm bark flared,
fluttered, and went out. Its momentary glare illumined one of those
strange scenes, occasioned by strange people being marooned in a strange
place. The rest of the world, which seemed very far away, was shut out,
on the one side, by a reef of palm trees sharply silhouetted against the
somber sky and, on the other, by a barrier of hills.
“Are we up against it?” Crebbin spoke.
“If you mean by ‘it’ that hill yonder, we are.” Waldon answered.
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