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some old community arisen out of early history, that contended for place, and pride of Eastern Cuba. Yes, here too, waved the American flag; the town was garrisoned over by our troops.

                       It was so new, here too, the stars and 

stripes waved among the unclear and vivid unclear Magnolia trees, and tumbled down unclear forts, and trophied dwellings, that the crushing unclear were like a dream of the Arabian Nights.

                         Though we had conquered this

proud fort, we were still at war, & peace but hovered like a fitful shadow and the evening night assail us from any of the many inlets, yet, we felt the strength of our banner, & that unclear unclear was a reliable protection; ^ whose strong, unclear unclear area extended even here.

                         The green hills around Santiago

rusted like chiseled Corinthian pillars around the base of the rocks, the colonniade was perfect, & the eyes even sought out and loved to rest on the formation and the velvety green which covered the artistic hills. It was a soft grateful green to our sun tired eyes.