It also boasts a golf course and no fewer than four hundred swimming-pools, public and private, filled with the water that ceaselessly pours down from the mountains, and many splendid hotels. Quauhnahuac possesses eighteen churches and fifty-seven cantinas. A fine American-style highway leads in from the north but is lost in its narrow streets and comes out a goat track.
The walls of the town, which is built on a hill, are high, the streets and lanes tortuous and broken, the roads winding. It is situated well south of the Tropic of Cancer, to be exact, on the nineteenth parallel, in about the same latitude as the Revillagigedo Islands to the west in the Pacific, or very much farther west, the southernmost tip of Hawaii-and as the port of Tzucox to the east on the Atlantic seaboard of Yucatan near the border of British Honduras, or very much farther east, the town of Juggernaut, in India, on the Bay of Bengal. Overlooking one of these valleys, which is dominated by two volcanoes, lies, six thousand feet above sea-level, the town of Quauhnahuac. Two mountain chains traverse the republic roughly from north to south, forming between them a number of valleys and plateaux. Wer immer strebend sich bemüht, den können wir erlösen. John Bunyan-Grace Abounding for the Chief of Sinners Nay, and though I saw this, felt this, and was broken to pieces with it, yet that which added to my sorrow was, that I could not find with all my soul that I did desire deliverance. Now I blessed the condition of the dog and toad, yea, gladly would I have been in the condition of the dog or horse, for I knew they had no soul to perish under the everlasting weight of Hell or Sin, as mine was like to do. Only against death has he at last no refuge. Perplexing ailments he has developed an escape. He is prepared for everything against nothingĭoes he want for protection. Of the heavens, and the freeze of the winter sky. Speech and wind-driven thoughts and emotionsįorm the foundation upon which he builds the city,Īll of this he has taught himself and to take
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