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<\/a><\/p>\nPerhaps the very atmospheric conditions which had kept away the merchant fleets of bygone ages induced the O.S.N. Company to violate the sanctuary of peace sheltering the calm existence of Sulaco. The variable airs sporting lightly with the vast semicircle of waters within the head of Azuera could not baffle the steam power of their excellent fleet. Year after year the black hulls of their ships had gone up and down the coast, in and out, past Azuera, past the Isabels, past Punta Mala\u2014disregarding everything but the tyranny of time. Their names, the names of all mythology, became the household words of a coast that had never been ruled by the gods of Olympus. The Juno was known only for her comfortable cabins amidships, the Saturn for the geniality of her captain and the painted and gilt luxuriousness of her saloon, whereas the Ganymede was fitted out mainly for cattle transport, and to be avoided by coastwise passengers. The humblest Indian in the obscurest village on the coast was familiar with the Cerberus, a little black puffer without charm or living accommodation to speak of, whose mission was to creep inshore along the wooded beaches close to mighty ugly rocks, stopping obligingly before every cluster of huts to collect produce, down to three-pound parcels of indiarubber bound in a wrapper of dry grass.<\/p>\n
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And as they seldom failed to account for the smallest package, rarely lost a bullock, and had never drowned a single passenger, the name of the O.S.N. stood very high for trustworthiness. People declared that under the Company\u2019s care their lives and property were safer on the water than in their own houses on shore.<\/p>\n The O.S.N.\u2019s superintendent in Sulaco for the whole Costaguana section of the service was very proud of his Company\u2019s standing. He resumed it in a saying which was very often on his lips, \u201cWe never make mistakes.\u201d To the Company\u2019s officers it took the form of a severe injunction, \u201cWe must make no mistakes. I\u2019ll have no mistakes here, no matter what Smith may do at his end.\u201d Then, calming down suddenly, he would dismiss the subject with studied negligence.<\/p>\n \u201cSmith knows no more of this continent than a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOur excellent Senor Mitchell\u201d for the business and official world of Sulaco; \u201cFussy Joe\u201d for the commanders of the Company\u2019s ships, Captain Joseph Mitchell prided himself on his profound knowledge of men and things in the country\u2014cosas de Costaguana. Amongst these last he accounted as most unfavourable to the orderly working of his Company the frequent changes of government brought about by revolutions of the military type.<\/p>\n Perhaps the very atmospheric conditions which had kept away the merchant fleets of bygone ages induced the O.S.N. Company to violate the sanctuary of peace sheltering the calm existence of Sulaco. The variable airs sporting lightly with the vast semicircle of waters within the head of Azuera could not baffle the steam power of their excellent fleet. Year after year the black hulls of their ships had gone up and down the coast, in and out, past Azuera, past the Isabels, past Punta Mala\u2014disregarding everything but the tyranny of time. Their names, the names of all mythology, became the household words of a coast that had never been ruled by the gods of Olympus. The Juno was known only for her comfortable cabins amidships, the Saturn for the geniality of her captain and the painted and gilt luxuriousness of her saloon, whereas the Ganymede was fitted out mainly for cattle transport, and to be avoided by coastwise passengers. The humblest Indian in the obscurest village on the coast was familiar with the Cerberus, a little black puffer without charm or living accommodation to speak of, whose mission was to creep inshore along the wooded beaches close to mighty ugly rocks, stopping obligingly before every cluster of huts to collect produce, down to three-pound parcels of indiarubber bound in a wrapper of dry grass.<\/p>\n The political atmosphere of the Republic was generally stormy in these days. The fugitive patriots of the defeated party had the knack of turning up again on the coast with half a steamer\u2019s load of small arms and ammunition. Such resourcefulness Captain Mitchell considered as perfectly wonderful in view of their utter destitution at the time of flight. He had observed that \u201cthey never seemed to have enough change about them to pay for their passage ticket out of the country.\u201d And he could speak with knowledge; for on a memorable occasion he had been called upon to save the life of a dictator, together with the lives of a few Sulaco officials\u2014the political chief, the director of the customs, and the head of police\u2014belonging to an overturned government. Poor Senor Ribiera (such was the dictator\u2019s name) had come pelting eighty miles over mountain tracks after the lost battle of Socorro, in the hope of out-distancing the fatal news\u2014which, of course, he could not manage to do on a lame mule. The animal, moreover, expired under him at the end of the Alameda, where the military band plays sometimes in the evenings between the revolutions. \u201cSir,\u201d Captain Mitchell would pursue with portentous gravity, \u201cthe ill-timed end of that mule attracted attention to the unfortunate rider. His features were recognized by several deserters from the Dictatorial army amongst the rascally mob already engaged in smashing the windows of the Intendencia.\u201d<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/catchthemes.com\/demo\/high-responsive\/files\/2017\/03\/giulia-bertelli-1332-292x300.jpg\")
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