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A little school kept by the carpenter was not far from this spot.
It occupied a shed in a region magnificent with palms.
I went one day, by special arrangement, to speak to the pupils, who were of both sexes.
The ascent was so steep that I was glad to avail myself of the offer of a steer with a straw saddle on his back, led by a youth of the neighborhood.
From the school I went to the hut of a colored woman, who had requested the honor of entertaining me at lunch, and who waited upon me with great goodwill.
While I was still resting in the shade of the cabin a man appeared, leading two saddle horses and bearing a missive from Dr. Howe, requesting my immediate return.
I have elsewhere alluded to this and to Dr. Howe's touching words, ‘Our dear, noble Sumner is no more.
Come home at once.
I am much distressed.’
My husband had been greatly chagrined by Mr. Sumner's conduct with regard to the proposed annexation of Santo Domingo.
The death of his lifelong friend seemed to bring back all his old tenderness and he grieved deeply over his loss.
Of the longevity of the negro population of Santo Domingo we heard wonderful accounts.
I myself, while in Samana, saw and spoke with a colored woman who was said to have reached the age of one hundred and thirty years. She was a
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