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To Friends In Chicago, Written While On A Trip South
April 30, 1907. I WANT you to know that the unusual thing that you have done has touched me very deeply, and I appreciate in large degree the loving kindness that prompted you to send me such a gracious, encouraging letter.
To A Student In America Written While In Europe
May 20, 1909. THE only reality is infinite good. Good knows no evil and does not condemn any one. The only thing that condemns is mortal mind and it is always wrong. Condemnation never solved a problem and will not extricate us.
Instructions To A Student
THE cause of the universe is also the law, power, and substance thereof. All that is entitled to be called God or Deity; all that means Truth, intelligence, wisdom,—all that means plan and purpose,—all that means Mind, body, and estate, already exists in completeness.
Letter On "poise"
THE consciousness of the individual is poised somewhere in the realm of thought. The poise of the perfect man is in perfection—a state of self-knowledge, dominion, grandeur, repose, superb appreciation. Here is an important strategic point in your spontaneous or speedy transformation.
Reply To A Letter Of Inquiry From A Student
God without man means - Mind without ideas. Mind without ideas is an unthinkable proposition.
From New York To Panama
I AM in the city of Colon, on the eastern shore of the Isthmus of Panama. The emerald waves of the Caribbean Sea, coming in with the tide, are dashing up a silvery spray at my feet. A row of tall palms runs between me and the beach, each tree loaded with bunches of green cocoanuts, every one of which is as big as the head of that naked negro baby who is playing there on the edge of the water.
Across The Isthmus By Railroad
THE railroad which crosses the mountains from Colon to the city of Panama, connecting the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, is perhaps the best-paying railroad in the world. It has made fortunes for its owners in the past, and its receipts are still far in excess of its expenditure. It has an absolute monopoly of all railroad rights on the Isthmus of Panama, and it charges accordingly.
The Panama Canal
WILL the Panama Canal ever be completed ? The officials of the new French company which has taken charge of the work say that it will. They have had 3,000 men labouring on it for three years, and in that time a vast deal of dredging and cutting has been accomplished.
The Wonders Of Colombia
AS I begin this chapter I am on the hottest geographical line on the globe. I am on the deck of the steamship Santiago, opposite the coast of Ecuador, almost exactly on the equator, which we shall cross within an hour. If it were not for a slight breeze, which still follows us from the northeast trade winds, the air would be stifling; as it is, the very sea seems to steam.
The Land Of The Equator
THE City of Guayaquil, how shall I describe it ? It is one of the strangest mixtures among municipal creations. It lies about forty miles up the wide Guayas river, almost under the shadow of the equator, and is frowned upon by the snowy peaks of Chimborazo and Sangai. Wooded hills surround it, and the moist miasmatic air of the tropics lulls it to sleep.
The Bangkok Of Ecuador
THE Guayas river is to South America what the Columbia river is to North America. It is the biggest stream on the Pacific side of the continent. It is the outlet of a great network of streams which flow down from the Andes and in the rainy season, from December until May, convert much of the country into a vast lake.
Among The Mountains Of The Equator
ALTHOUGH Ecuador straddles the equator, the greater part of it has an excellent climate. It is a land of the sky, for it has a dozen towns which are twice as high up in the air as Denver. Nine-tenths of its inhabitants live in the clouds. It has cattle ranches in the Andes, which are more than two miles above the Pacific ocean; and it has in Quito the highest capital city in the world.
On The Great South American Desert
I LEFT Ecuador, sailing in a Chilean steamer down the Guayas river into the Pacific, and am now at Pacasmayo, Peru. I am in the heart of the great South American desert, that wonderful strip of sand which extends from the borders of Ecuador for two thousand miles southward, along the Pacific coasts of Peru and Chile. It is as long as the distance from New York to Salt Lake City.
The Irrigated Valleys Of Peru
ALTHOUGH most of the people of Peru live on the high tableland beyond the coast range of the Andes, the country, as we know it, is chiefly confined to the coast. It is made up almost wholly of little irrigated valleys, fed by the snow-water rivers on their way from the mountains through the desert to the sea. At the mouths of such rivers are the chief ports, and in the interior are numerous villages and towns. Lima, the capital, lies in the valley of the Rimac river.
An Hour With The President Of Peru
IT WAS in company with the secretary of the American legation that I called upon Nicolas de Pierola, the President of Peru. His Excellency had appointed two P. M. for my audience, and at that hour we entered the long one-story building which forms the White House and the government offices of the Republic.
The Capital Of Peru
LET US take a walk together through the quaintest city of this hemisphere. We are in Lima, the capital of Peru. The streets on which we stand were laid out more than three hundred years ago. Lima was a city when Boston was in its swaddling clothes, when Philadelphia was a baby, and all to the west and south of it was an unbroken wilderness. There are houses in Lima which are two hundred years older than Chicago or Cincinnati...
Down The Andes On A Hand Car
Down the Andes on a hand-car; coasting upon the steepest railroad in the world; dashing through clouds to find clouds below you: hanging to precipices; rushing along bridges over frightful chasms; whirling around curves, now in the midnight darkness of rocky tunnels, and anon where the light of day makes you shudder at the depths below you.
In The Heart Of The Andes
I AM in the attic of the South American continent, in the heart of the Andes, on what, with the exception of Tibet, is the loftiest tableland of the globe. At my feet lies Lake Titicaca, and looking down upon me is the snowy peak of Sorata, which, next to Aconcagua, is the highest of the Andes. For the past week I have been travelling in these mountains.
Steamboating Above The Clouds
I have written of the skies of the Andes. Those of Titicaca have all the beauties of the Andean heavens combined with others peculiarly their own. I cannot describe the sense of loftiness one has here. The clouds rise up about the shores of the lake like walls upon which a canvas of heavenly blue fits closely down, making one feel that beyond the walls there are mighty depths, and that if one should sail through them he would drop into space.
The Wonderful City Of La Paz
THERE is no city in the world like La Paz. Away back from the Pacific ocean, beyond some of the highest mountains of our hemisphere, on one of the highest plateaus of the earth, it lies in a little basin surrounded by natural walls. I have seen the walls of Peking, of Jerusalem, and of Seoul, the capital of Korea. The greatest of them is not over fifty feet high.
The Aymara Indians
SOME of the most curious Indians of South America live on the high table-lands of the Andes. They are the descendants of the tribes which were there when the Spaniards made their first invasion. The most prominent were the Quichuas and the Aymarâs. The Quichuas were found chiefly in the highlands of Peru and Ecuador, while the larger part of the Aymarâs lived farther south.
In The Backwoods Of Bolivia
BOLIVIA is one of the least-known countries of the world. The geographers are now disputing about its area, and the different estimates vary by more than I00,000 square miles. Senor Manuel V. Ballivian, president of the La Paz Geographical Society, and one of the best-informed men upon such matters, tells me that Bolivia contains more than 567,000 square miles.
A Wild Ride With The Bolivian Mails
FOR the past three days I have been riding over the high plateau of Bolivia and am now in the middle of it, away up over the Coast Range of the Andes, in the mining town of Oruro. The Bolivian plateau is one of the wonderful tablelands of the globe; it is situated between the two ranges of the Andes, at from 11,000 to 13,000 feet above the sea.
Among The Gold And Silver Mines Of The Andes
ORURO is one of the chief mining centres of Bolivia. There are rich deposits of silver and tin in the mountains about it, and the work in the mines goes on night and day. There are valuable copper mines not fat from here; the whole country, in fact, seems to be a bed of rich minerals.
A Chemical Laboratory Of The Gods
SAVING the silver-mining town of Oruro, I came down the mountains on the little narrow gauge which connects it with its seaport, Antfagasta, in Chile. The distance is 600 miles, or about as far as from New York to Cleveland. The track is only two feet six inches wide. It is, I believe, the longest one of this gauge in the world. The cars are of the American style and were built in Massachusetts.
Among The Chilenos
THE voyage down the coast of Chile gives one an idea of its enormous length. It is five days by steamer from the nitrate fields to Valparaiso, and the German ship on which I shall sail for Tierra del Fuego will require nine days to reach Punta Arenas, on the Strait of Magellan. Chile is like a long-drawn-out sausage or an attenuated worm. The only land that compares with it is Egypt, which drags its weary length for more than 1,000 miles between deserts along the valley of the Nile.
On Robinson Crusoe's Island
ROBINSON CRUSOE'S 'Desert Island' is to be a desert island no longer. The President of Chile and a party of officials have recently explored it and the Chilean government expects to colonize it. During my stay in Valparaiso I learned much of the condition of the island from members of the President's party, and it is from photographs made by them that the illustrations of this chapter are taken.
The President Of Chile
DURING my stay in Santiago I had an interview with the President of Chile. His Excellency gave me an appointment and it was with our American Minister that I chatted with him concerning matters of mutual interest to our respective countries. The audience was held at the Moneda, or Presidential residence, a three-story building so vast that you could put the White House into one corner of it.
Farming On A Grand Scale
THE Chilean farmers are perhaps the richest of their class in the world. They live like feudal lords on their great estates, often numbering their retainers by the hundred, and massing their cowboys like an army at the annual round-ups. They have great flocks of sheep, vast droves of cattle, and the finest horses on the west coast of South America. They raise every year more than 28,000,000 bushels of wheat, quantities of excellent wine, and export all kinds of fruits and vegetables to the desert lands farther north.
Life On The Chilean Frontier
SOUTHERN CHILE is seldom visited by travellers, and yet it is one of the most interesting parts of the country. Northern Chile is a desert. For one thousand miles south of the Peruvian boundary there are not enough trees to furnish switches for the public schools. For hundreds of miles south of Santiago the only trees to be seen are those which have been planted along the irrigating ditches.
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