AT THE MOUTH OF THE ORINOCO.
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one of my most painful experiences. My sufferings, however,
were nothing in comparison with those of some of the poor
women and children who were with us, and I was indignant,
beyond expression, at the idea of their being victimized in
the manner they were.
At length, after a cruise that, brief as it was, was fast be coming intolerable, we entered the mouth of the Orinoco, and the despairing band of emigrants began to pluck up their spirits, for now they were fairly in sight of the paradise which had been promised them.
