Almira Stillwell Cole, Six Days on the Hurricane Deck of a Mule
“ As I lay in a hammock which had been put up for me in front of the house, and [Pg 37] watched the moon rise from behind a mountain just across the road, it seemed to me that life was very beautiful and well worth living, in spite of all its hardships. The higher the moon rose, the more fully her glorious rays streamed over all the surrounding objects and bathed them in a more charitable light than anything feminine is supposed to do, the more nearly romantic I grew and felt almost like finding a certain charm even in San Juan. ”
