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4/ landing fields, and every other thing you can think of, and all spick and span, painted, varnished, scrubbed, raked, etc. etc. It is a truly wonderful place. Most of the tourists are elderly people, many of them cripples, or bearing the marks of hard work, middle class, retired farmers, trades people, ministers and their widows, etc. etc. (The burden is the widow of a Methodist minister, named [Todd?]. One of the outstanding things I saw was a privagte collection of shells from every coast in the world, housed in a large shop where curious and absurd articles made from shells were used. I saw 300lb conch shells from the Indian ocean. I saw the shell of a snails that lives in the sea in Brazil that closes a leaf like a nest and lays an egg like a bird. The egg was white, about the size of a robin's egg, maybe a trifle larger. There were darts from the tail of the sting ray fish,