Our host wanted us to try some coconut water when we got back to
town. The proprietor took two green coconuts out of the box, cut
the ends off of each with a hatchet, reamed out a core into the
hollow inside where the water is, set the nuts on the table and
stuck soda water straws in the holes. The rest was up to us. . .
It isn't particularly bad. There isn't much taste to it. Sort of
insipid, like water in southwest Kansas in summer.
WEST POINT CONNECTION
Our host took us to his home. I knew all along there was a good
deal to this young fellow. His conversation was too bright and
keen. His wit was too original, and to the point. . . But the
house! Holy Nellie, what a house!! I presume it was his father's.
However that may be, our host and his wife also lived there.
Wrought iron grillwork, tile floors, furniture, rugs, silver and
china tableware, oil paintings.
I shall try to describe just one item--a heavy, closely and
beautifully woven wool rug that hung on one of the big walls. It
had to be about 20x14 or 16 feet, and perhaps two inches thick.
It was a reproduction of the Seal of West Point--eagle, arrows,
colors and all. The names of the father and three boys were woven
in the rug.
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