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pending/1723: We want to give you a check for your opinion Friend (pendi


From: bug-gnats
Subject: pending/1723: We want to give you a check for your opinion Friend (pending)
Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 23:16:39 -0600 (CST)

>Number:         1723
>Category:       pending
>Synopsis:       We want to give you a check for your opinion Friend
>Confidential:   no
>Severity:       serious
>Priority:       medium
>Responsible:    unassigned
>State:          open
>Class:          sw-bug
>Submitter-Id:   net
>Arrival-Date:   Sat Jan 10 23:16:39 -0600 2009
>Originator:     "Alexis" <address@hidden>
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 <But the stump of caes, or jetty, which was dashed to pieces more than a score 
of years ago, remains as it was; The landingplace calls loudly for a Theaded 
pier of concrete blocks, or a gangway supported upon wooden piles and metal 
pilasters: one does not remark the want in fine weather; one does bitterly on 
bad days. There has been no attempt to make a port or even a débarcadère by 
connecting the basaltic lump Loo Ilheu Fort with the Pontinha, the curved 
scorpions tail of rock and masonry, Messieurs Blandys coal stores, to the west. 
Big ships must still roll at anchor in a dangerous open roadstead far off 
shore; and, during wet weather, ladies, well drenched by the surf, must be 
landed with the aid of a crane in what should be the inner harbour. The 
brokendown circus near Reids is to become a theatre, but whence the money is to 
come no one knows. The leper hospital cannot afford to make up more than nine 
or ten beds. The jail is in its old disgraceful state, and sadly wants
  
  reform: here the minimum of punishment would suffice; I never saw the true 
criminal face, and many of the knickknacks bought in Madeira are the work of 
these starving wretches. The Funchal Club gives periodically a subscription 
ball, to ameliorate, if possible, the condition of the prisoners at the Funchal 
jail–asking strangers, in fact, to do the work of Government. The Praça da 
Rainha, a dwarf walk facing the huge yellow Government House, alias Palacio de 
Sao Lourenço, has been grown with mulberries intended for sericulture. 
Unfortunately, whatever may here be done by one party the ins is sure to be 
undone when the outs become ins. There has been no change in the Palace, except 
that the quaint portraits of oneeyed Zargo, who has left many descendants in 
the island, and of the earlier CaptainsGeneral, dignitaries who were at once 
civil and military, have been sent to the Lisbon Exhibition. The queer old 
views of Machims landing and of Funchal Bay still amuse visitors. Dail
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   observations for meteorology are here taken at A.M. and and P.M.; the 
observatory standing eighty feet above sealevel.
 As our anchor rattles downwards, two excise boats with the national flag take 
up their stations to starboard and port; and the boatmen are carefully watched 
with telescopes from the shore. The wiser Spaniards have made Santa Cruz, 
Tenerife, a free port. The healthofficer presently gives us pratique, and we 
welcome the good monopolist, Mr. William Reid, and his son. The former, an 
Ayrshire man, has made himself proprietor of the four chief hostelries. Yatess 
or Hollways in the Entrada da Cidade, or short avenue running north from the 
landingplace, has become a quasiruinous telegraphstation. Reids has blossomed 
into the Royal Edinburgh; it is rather a tavern than an hotel, admitting the 
casuals from passing steamers and men who are not welcome elsewhere. One of 
these, who called himself a writer for the press, and who waxed insultingly 
drunk, made our hours bitter; but the owner has a satisfactory and sovereign 
way of dealing with such brutes. Miless has become the Carmo, and 
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  chlaffs the German. The fourth, Santa Clara, retains her maiden name; the 
establishment is somewhat collet monté, but I know none in Europe more 
comfortable. There are many others of the second rank; and the Hôtel Central, 
with its cafébilliard and estaminet at the cityentrance, is a good institution 
which might be made better.
 We throw a few coppers to the divingboys, who are expert as the Somali savages 
of Aden, and we quit our water prison in the threekeeled boats,
 Magno telluris amore Egressi
 Tellus, however, is represented at Funchal by chips and pebbles of black 
basalt like petrified kidneys, stuck on edge, often upon a base of bare rock. 
They are preferred to the slabs of Trieste and Northern Italy, which here, with 
the sole exception of the short Rua de Bettencourt, are confined to flights of 
steps. The surfaces are greased by rags and are polished by the passage of cars 
or coachsleighs, which irreverents call cowcarts; these vehicles, evidently 
suggested by the corsa, or common sleigh, consist of a blackcurtained 
carriagebody mounted on runners. The queer cobblepavement, that resembles the 
mosaics of clams and palmnuts further south, has sundry advantages. It is said 
to relieve the horses back sinews; it is never dusty; the heaviest rain flows 
off it at once; nor is it bad walking when the kidneystones are small. The 
black surface is sometimes diapered with white pebbles, lime from Porto Santo. 
Very strange is the glare of moonlight filtered through the foli
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  ge; the beams seem to fall upon patches of iced water.
 We had not even the formality of a visit to the Customhouse: our unopened 
boxes were expected to pay only a small fee, besides the hire of boat, porters, 
and sledges. A cedula interina, costing reis d., was the sole expense for a 
permit to reside. What a contrast with London and Liverpool, where I have seen 
a uniformcase and a cocked hatbox subjected to the perfect politeness of 
certain unpleasant officials: where collections of natural history are 
plundered by paid thieves, When we last landed at Liverpool May , the top tray 
of my wifes trunk reached us empty, and some of the choicest birds shot by 
Cameron and myself were stolen. Since the days of Waterton the Liverpudlian 
customhouse has been a scandal and a national disgrace. and where I have been 
obliged to drop my solitary bottle of Syrian raki!
 I was hotelled at the Royal Edinburgh, and enjoyed once more the restful calm 
of a quasitropical night, broken only by the Christmas twanging of the machete 
which is to the guitar what kit is to fiddle; by the clicking of the pebbles on 
the shore, and by the gentle murmuring of the waves under the window.
 NOTE.–The Madeiran Archipelago consists of five islands disposed in a scalene 
triangle, whose points are Porto Santo miles, northeast, Madeira west, and the 
three Desertas miles, southeast. The Great and Little Piton of the Selvagens, 
or Salvages miles, south, though belonging to Portugal and to the district of 
Funchal, are geographically included in the Canarian group. Thus, probably, we 
may explain the Aprositos, or Inaccessible Island, which Ptolemy
 The great Alexandrian is here iv. , §§ sadly out of his reckoning. He places 
the group of six islands adjacent to Libya many degrees too far south N. lat. 
°°, and assigns one meridian ° ” to Aprositos, Pluitana Pluvialia? Hierro?, 
Caspeiria Capraria? Lanzarote?, and another and the same ° ” to Pintouaria 
Nivaria? Tenerife?, Hera Junonia? Gomera?, and Canaria.
 includes in his Six Fortunates; and the Isle of SS. Borondon and Maclovius the 
Welshman St. Malo. The run from Lizards Point is laid down at , miles; from 
Lisbon, ; from Cape Cantin, ; from Mogador ° west long., ; and from Santa Cruz, 
Tenerife. The main island lies between N. lat. ° ” and ° ; the parallel is that 
of Egypt, of Upper India, of Nankin, and of California. Its longitude is 
included within ° ” and °  west of Greenwich. The extreme length is thus / 
usually set down as to miles; the breadth, / popularly /; the circumference, ; 
the coastline, about ; and the area, –nearly the size of Huntingdonshire, a 
little smaller than the Isle of Man, and a quarter larger than the Isle of 
Wight. Pico Ruivo, the apex of the central volcanic ridge, rises ,, feet, with 
a slope of in .; the perpetual snowline being here ,. Madeira is supposed to 
tower from a narrow oceanic trough, ranging between , and , feet deep. Of days, 
there are of northeast winds, of north, of east, and of west
 .
   The rainfall averages only . to . inches per annum. The overhumidity of the 
climate arises from its lying in the Guinea Gulf Stream, which bends southward, 
about the Azores, from its parent the great Gulf Stream, striking the Canaries 
and flowing along the Guinea shore. White and Johnsons GuideBook, and Du Climat 
de Madère, par A. C. MouraoPitta, Montpellier, , the latter ably pleading a 
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