The Life of Henry Bradley Plant: Founder and President of the Plant System of Railroads and Steamships and Also of the Southern Express CompanySmyth, G. Hutchinson (George Hutchinson)
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The Life of Henry Bradley Plant: Founder and President of the Plant System of Railroads and Steamships and Also of the Southern Express Company
Smyth, G. Hutchinson (George Hutchinson)
Plant family; Plant, Henry Bradley, 1819-1899
“The improved special fast facilities furnished by the Pennsylvania
Railroad, the Atlantic Coast line, the Plant system of railways, and its
new, swift, and superb steamships, carry you from the American to the
Cuban metropolis in three days.
“While the north shore of the island has three important
harbors--Havana, Mantanzas, and Cardenas--the former is incomparably the
finest and most spacious; the city, to the west of the gleaming bay, is
a rare study in Moorish, Saxon, and Doric architecture. The scene has
been thus pen-pictured:
“‘On the east side, where the close jaws of the harbor open, and
clambering up the mountain side where frown the landward outworks of
Moro Castle, is Casa Bianca, with its queer villas and structures, each
one standing out in this wonderful daylight of the tropics in such
distinctness, and with such a strange seeming of approaching and growing
proportions, that, in your fancy, the houses individually become great
pillared temples. In and over and through this dreamful spot, away up
the side of the mountain, thread and run such indescribable wealth of
vegetation that, as you look again and again, the clustered, shining
houses seem like great white grapes bursting through a glorious wealth
of vines and leaves.
“‘Beyond Casa Bianca the bay debouches to the east. Here is a veritable
valley of rest. Every half a mile is a little cluster of homes set in a
marvellous wealth of rose and bloom. Beyond this valley are seen pretty
villages, each with its half-ruined church, whose only suggestion of use
or occupation is had in the din of never-ceasing chimes; and still
beyond these are uplands which almost reach the dignity of mountains,
upon whose far and receding serrated heights an occasional cocoa tree or
royal palm looms lonely as a ghostly sentinel upon some mediæval tower.
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