Hotel, which is modern and comfortable, we went out on the veranda in front of our rooms, and saw the German ship "Burgermeister," brilliantly lighted up, lying in the harbor. We shall go on board tomorrow, and remain twenty-four days, until we reach Naples, in Italy.
Sunday, April 6.—This morning we took a ride
around Beira on a trolley pushed by a negro man. The
site of Beira is a sandbar reclaimed from the sea, and
there is not a horse in the town; indeed, there is not
a horse within a hundred and fifty miles of Beira,
owing to the horse disease. There are no mule or ox-drawn
vehicles, and no automobiles, owing to the
streets of sand, so the queer street railway supplies all
transportation. There are cement sidewalks, but in
the middle of the street the sand is ankle-deep. . . .
The town looks like Manila, in a way, except that it is
not so large. Banana and cocoanut trees grow everywhere
in dooryards, as do the bright red flowers common
in the tropics. Every house is raised six or seven
feet above the ground, for additional coolness, and under
many houses we saw natives cooking meals at open
fires. In front of nearly every house was a private
trolley; we saw hundreds of them during the ride.
They were usually for two passengers, and covered, for
the sun is always very hot here. I should say the average
private trolley costs fifteen or twenty dollars,
and has four light iron wheels. One man may easily
lift a trolley off the track, which is the manner of disposing
of them when not in use. As the town grows,
