Excerpt from Letters From Cuba: By a Son to His Mother; Issued for Private Circulation At five on the morning of the fifteenth I was up; the noise of the deck hands washing the deck was more persuading than an alarm clock for early ris ing. At seven A. M. I viewed a cloud bank on the distant horizon, thinking it was Cuba; but no, an hour must pass. In the meantime I breakfasted heartily and was in nowise crowded, for many were sick, overcome by the heat. It looked like mal de mer, but we were charitable and allowed the delusion to remain. The gentle roll and pitch of our slow moving vessel, as she crossed aslant the ground swells, made me think of the early days when we boys paddled our canoes out in the middle of the stream. When the steamboats passed, to catch the rollies. After breakfast I gazed over the rail and watch ed the flying fish disport as if they were swal lows, and now and then a larger fish rise above its element. The flying fish flew full fifty feet, if not more, and were a curious sight to me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.