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                    St. Augustine.
on the sea-wall, where some women were
promonading.
   31.  Thursday.  To see the guard-mount
on the Plaza.  A hot walk round the en-
virons of the city with an officer of a New
Hampshire regiment.  To the catholic cemetery
situate on the site of the murder of father
Corpa by his ex-convert, the young chief of
Guale.  Crosses, inscriptions, marble tombs,
sultry sunlight and vegetation.  A pedimented
tomb with �Blessed are the dead� etc. on it.
An unsuccessful call on the Mayor and a
visit to a Minorcan blacksmith.  Back to
hotel.  Reading Les Miserables and Moll
Flanders.  In the afternoon called again,
alone on the mayor.  His house was just with-
in the old city gate, on the right side as you
go out.  The place was very picturesque
and Don Quixotish, with pieces of salted beef sus-
pended on a linex, drying in the sunshine,
queer out houses, orange, lemon, and lime
trees and negro children.  The mayor
himself, a man of about 40, of Italian Spa-
nish descent, with handsome features of a
semi Jewish cast, full lustrous eyes, aqui-
line nose, warm sun-brown complexion
and short dark beard might have sat for
    x The charqui or �jerked beef� of American tables.