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Identifier: panamacanalinpic01abbo (find matches)
Title: Panama and the canal in picture and prose ..
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Abbot, Willis John, 1863-1934. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: New York (etc.) Pub. in English and Spanish by Syndicate publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ans would vanish things to eat in cans, and rum in big bottles for the the same way,and a good thing,too, for theirthimderous noiseswhere they wereworking fright-ened away all the : good game, andyou could hardlyfind an iguana,or a wild hog ina days hunting. .- Once a weekMiguels fatherwent down tomarket at Mata-chin, and some-times the boywent along. Thelong, narrowcayucawasloadedwith oranges, ba-nanas and yams,all covered withbigbanana leaves,and with Miguelin the bow andhis father in thestem the voyagecommenced. Go-ing down stream , was easy enough,and the canoistsplied their paddlesidly, trusting chiefly to the current to carry them along. Butcoming back would be the real work, then theywould have to bend to their poles and push savagelyto force the boat along. At places they would haveto get overboard and fairly carry the boat throughthe swift, shallow rapids. But Miguel welcomedthe work for it showed him the wonders of Matachin,where great iron machines rushed along like horses,
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Photo bi/ flulriinnl <S: Underwood THE MEETING PLACE OF THE CAYUCAS pesos again. Itwas an excitingplace this Mata-chin and madeMiguel under-stand what thegringoes meantwhen they talkedabout New York,Chicago and othercities like it. When he grewolder Miguelworked awhile forthe men who weredigging away allthis dirt, andearned enough tobuy himself amachete and agun and a fewornaments for agirl named Mariawho lived in an-other hut nearthe river. Butwhat was the useof working in thatmad way—pick-ing up your shovelwhen a whistleblew and toilingaway until it blewagain, with a bossalways scoldingat you and ready with a kick if you tried to takea little siesta. The pesos once a week were good,that was true. If you worked long enough youmight get enough to buy one of those boxes thatmade music, but quien sahe? It might get brokenanyway, and the iguanas in the jungle, the fish inthe river and the yams and bananas in the clearingneeded no silver to come to his table. Besides he THE BUILDING

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