If you don't find the old sea post office here there is one thing you do find, and it exists nowhere else in the world.
Did you ever hear about the willywaws? No? Well, you see 'em here when the season's right.
Did you ever see a hobgoblin? No? Well, a willywaw isn't a hobgoblin. Neither is it anything like a willy-boy. Any one who knows what willywaws are knows they are a thousand times worse.
Well, what is a willywaw? We'll save that for another article. You see there might not be much else to write about.
[CHAPTER VII]
PUNTA ARENAS THE WORLD'S JUMPING-OFF PLACE
Pleasant and Busy Life in City of Perpetual Winter—Wealthy and Well Ruled—Millions Made in Wool, Mutton and Furs—One Splendid Mansion Amid Many Corrugated Iron Buildings—Famine in Postal Cards—Jack on Horseback—Officers Found More Fun in Social Gatherings Than Out in the Wilds—Surreptitious Traffic of a Free Port.
On Board U.S.S. Louisiana, U. S. Battle Fleet,
Punta Arenas, Feb. 7.