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Under the Southern Cross

Under the Southern Cross

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Under the
Southern
Cross

by Elizabeth Robins

 

Author of "The Magnetic
North," "The Open Question"
etc.

 

Illustrated & Decorated
by John Rae

 

 

 

New York

Frederick A. Stokes Company

Publishers

 

 

 

 

Copyright, 1907, by

Frederick A. Stokes Company

October, 1907


Contents

PAGE
I. Our Agreeable Fellow Passenger 1
II. My Interpreter at Mazatlan 39
III. I Am Lectured 65
IV. I Drink Cocoanut Milk and Go Fishing for Pearls 101
V. The Baron is Crazy with Madness 133
VI. The Baranca 165
VII. The Inca Eye 199

Illustrations

"Fruits and flowers were showered upon us" Frontispiece
"Look, Señorita!" Facing page 48
"The Baron has found a pearl!" " 112
"You must take me back!" " 210

Chapter One

CHAPTER I

OUR AGREEABLE FELLOW PASSENGER

I

n the same spirit in which a solicitous mamma or benevolent middle-aged friend will sometimes draw forth from the misty past some youthful misdeed, and set the faded picture up before a girl's eyes, framed in fiery retribution—for an object lesson and a terrible example—so will I, benevolent, if not middle-aged, put before the eyes of my sisters a certain experience of mine. I expect my little act of self-abasement for the instruction of my sex to have this merit: the picture I will show you is not dim with age, and not cut and cramped to fit the frame of a special case. The colours are hardly dry, and both picture and tale are quite unvarnished.

I am a plain American girl of twenty. I am not so plain, as I come to think of it, as one or two others I know—not being distinguished even by unusual or commanding ugliness. I spent last winter in San Francisco with relatives, and intended returning home as I came—overland. But the invalid friend who was asked to chaperon me back to New York, was advised by her physicians to take the trip by sea via Panama, for health's sake, and I was easily induced to change my arrangements and bear her company.

It was on a sunny April morning that our friends met us at the wharf of the Pacific Mail Steamship Company to bid us God-speed on our month's voyage from the Golden Gate to the harbour of New York.

Fruits and flowers, boxes of salted almonds and Maskey's best bonbons, as well as books, from Prescott's "Conquest of Mexico" to the latest novels, were showered upon us, with the understanding that it was to be a long and tedious voyage, and we should need all the comfort obtainable to support existence, with the knowledge that if we survived, we might be the better for the journey. The signal for visitors to

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