article, could rival this amazing, this funny, tree in fertility. Its
product was just a trifle large, save for the omnivorous lover of
sausage; but in other respects it was a faithful copy of the
original--unless, indeed, the first sausage-maker borrowed the idea
from the tree, instead of the other way about. These vegetable
sausages hung in hundreds of strings and festoons and clusters from
the topmost to the lowest branches. Because of the way they hung, the
way they were strung, their shape and color, and the very manner in
which the skin was neatly drawn over each one and fastened, no one
possessing a sense of the ridiculous but would sit down under the tree
and laugh at the joke. Oddly enough we could find no pictorial
postcard of this phenomenon to bring home for the enlivening of winter
evenings, though we bought a capital one of the Cannon-Ball Tree, just
as unique in its way but not so absurd.

Dorothea was enchanted with Dominica, and kept exclaiming every few
minutes: "Oh, if only Great Britain would sell us this island! I think
I'd choose to live in Dominica, because if I had a sausage-tree in my
garden I should laugh every day, and the children wouldn't need any
playthings."

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S.S. Diana, February 1, 1918

We have had a glimpse of France through a day at Martinique. The
principal feature of our visit was a wild motor-drive up an
eighteen-hundred-foot mountain. It was a steady climb from glory to
glory, with tropical forests on every side. Our method of progress was
not quite serene, for there was not a sufficient number of cars to
satisfy the demand.

After a long wait Dolly and I took a small mongrel sort of motor that
had been refused by all the Diana's passengers. The Creole driver,
handsome, debonair, persuasive, and fluent, though unintelligible,
assured us that he had ascended and descended the mountain hundreds of
times, a fact only too obvious to one who examined his means of
transportation. None of the tires matched, and two of them looked like
wounded soldiers just home from the front, displaying patches of
adhesive plaster and bandages of cotton and woolen rags of every
color, with an occasional inset of an alien material into the rubber.
One could catch a glimpse of a tin tomato-can neatly introduced in the
place of some vital bit of machinery; a Waterbury alarm-clock figured
in an unexpected posi