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was very cheerful and friendly.
Negro women ran about the streets, with red turbaned heads and clad in trailing gowns of calico.
The prancing little horses delighted me with their swift and easy motion.
On the day subsequent to our landing, we accepted an invitation to breakfast at a sugar plantation, not very far from the town.
A cart drawn by a bullock furnished the only vehicle to be had in the place.
Our entertainers were a young Cuban and his American wife.
They had embarked a good deal of capital in machinery; I regretted to learn later that their enterprise had not been altogether successful.
The merchants in Puerta Plata were largely Germans and Jews.
They were at heart much opposed to the success of the Samana Bay enterprise, fearing that it would build up Samana at the expense of their own town.
So, a year later, their money was used to inaugurate a revolution, which overthrew President Baez, and installed in his place a man greatly his inferior in talent, but one who could be made entirely subservient to the views of the Puerta Plata junta.
After a day and a night in Puerta Plata we returned to our steamer, which was now bound for Samana Bay, and thence for the capital, Santo Domingo.
Let me say in passing that it is quite incorrect to speak of the island as ‘San Domingo.’
This might be done if Domingo were the
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