. Der Kuba zu überprüfen. Der KUBA REVIEW MALERISCHEN ÖSTLICHEN KUBA EXPLORATION IN EINEM VERGLEICHSWEISE UNBEKANNTEN TEIL DER INSEL, AUF DER SUCHE NACH GUMMI BÄUME ich klar, dass ich von bestimmten geschützten Tälern an diesem Ende der Insel von Kuba, wo Gummi bereits florierenden war gehört hatte, durch einige der Wohlhabenden cocoanut Olivenbauern gepflanzt worden. Was das Gummi war niemand schien zu wissen. In der Tat, wie ich schaute auf den kargen Hügeln in der Nähe von Santiago denke ich an kein Gummi Baum, würden wahrscheinlich gedeihen konnte, es sei denn, es ist das Maiiihot waren. Ich wusste nur wenig von Baracoa, die über die Tatsache, dass

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. The Cuba review. THE CUBA REVIEW PICTURESQUE EASTERN CUBA EXPLORATION INTO A COMPARATIVELY UNKNOWN PART OF THE ISLAND, IN QUEST OF RUBBER TREES I should make it plain that I had heard of certain sheltered valleys at this end of the island of Cuba, where rubber was already flourishing, having been planted by some of the wealthy cocoanut growers. What the rubber was no one seemed to know. Indeed, as I looked at the barren hills surrounding Santiago I could think of no rubber tree that would be likely to flourish, there unless it were the Maiiihot. I knew little of Baracoa beyond the fact that it was the first capital and the oldest town on the island. It was out of the track of the tourist and few Americans or even Cubans seemed to have been there. I finally engaged passage on a Cuban steamboat that ran from Santiago to Havana stopping at many ports en route including that which I sought. Awful tales of dirt, garlic and discomfort were passed out to me by a couple of xmerican drummers who had travelled on the same boat. As usual, the tales were fictitious. I found the "Habana, " although very small and incredibly slow, clean, well- found, and handled by Spanish-speaking officers, who were most dignified and courteous. We sailed at nine in the morning, out through the beautiful land-locked bay and the narrow channel, by Alorro Castle and then followed the coast. At four that afternoon we ran into Guantanamo Bay, where three American battleships lay at anchor. After discharging a little cargo and taking on a little more, we steamed out again and con- tinued along the coast. It was very calm and clear and warm, and so bright a moon- light night that we stayed on deck very late, watching the dim shores slip slowly by. When we awoke the next morning we were off the rugged and very picturesque shores of Baracoa. A little later we entered a narrow passage in a reef and dropped anchor in a tiny oval harbor on the steep encircling slopes of which lies the city. Bac

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