Unofficial letters of an official's wife [by] Edith Moses.

UNOFFICIAL LETTERS OF

They told us that it was much liked by them all.
After we had finished, the men sat down, and we
discussed politics; and, finally, at twelve o'clock I
went to bed, knowing we must eat breakfast by
candlelight and be on our way by six. As usual,
after a long evening of conversation in which the
aims and purposes of our government, and the manners and customs of our people are set forth at
length, I am so excited that I cannot sleep, so I
tossed all night on my hard bed, and morning came
too soon.
In the morning, after a cup of coffee and eggs,
we started off, our friends accompanying us on
horseback. In spite of the early hour, the village
band serenaded us, and the town turned out to say
good-by. Where the people came from is hard to
tell, for Santo Tomas was destroyed by the fleeing
insurgents, and not one house was left unburned,
and no one would believe twenty persons could be
gathered together. That day we saw demonstrated
the power of presidentes, and the weight of a rich
man's name. During the night a raft had been built
to carry us across a wide and deep river near Santo
Tomas, and a hundred homibres at least were gathered to help us across. Our day was eventful, and
the roughness of the road had not been exaggerated.
The mud was deep, and the mules could not go
faster than a walk. Getting up and down the river
banks was one of the difficult parts of the trip, for
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