Byline: Cecil Charles; 1896-08-07; New York World; pages 7
"For Twenty-four hours I have been unable to read or write or indeed od much else than sit with a compress over my eyes, which are burning, bloodshot and swollen from the irritation of sunglare and horrible sand in the court of the Cabanas prison where I have spent a Sunday. It is a short sail or row across from he Caballeria wharf to Casa Blanca and the boats are full of people laughing and chatting gayly--thanks to the sanguinen Latin temperament--and carrying such little presents as they may be permitted to offer the prisoners after a rigid scrutiny of packages and baskets."
Description:Cecil Charles reports from Cabanas prison, entering with a group of local women. Under suspicion from the guards, her manuscript is confiscated and she is forced to escape wearing boy's clothing.
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