when they’re months behind with the grocery and the bread-fruit tree.’
“‘Then,’ says I, ‘we’ll export canned music to the Latins; but’m mindful of Mr. Julius Cæsar’s account of ’em where he says: “Omnia Gallia in tres partes divisa est;” which is the same as to say, “We will need all of our gall in devising means to tree them parties.”’
“I hated to make a show of education; but I was disinclined to be overdone in syntax by a mere Indian, a member of a race to which we owe nothing except the land on which the United States is situated.
“We bought a fine phonograph in Texarkana—one of the best make—and half a trunkful of records. We packed up, and took the T. and P. for New Orleans. From that celebrated centre of molasses and disfranchised coon songs we took a steamer for South America.
“We landed at Solitas, forty miles up the coast from here. ’Twas a palatable enough place to look at. The houses were clean and white; and to look at ’em stuck around among the scenery they re-
