xx Peru

Ports of call! Invite you to join us now on another voyage to Ports of Call. Come sail with us in fancy while you sit comfortably by your fire sign.

Our steamer has just weighed anchor and heads for Peru, our port of call. Just below the equator on South America's Pacific Coast is Peru. Land of the ancient Incas, cradle of one of the world's great civilizations, scene of the blackest treachery and new world history, land of the towering white Andes and the green inferno of the steaming Amazon jungle. Sailing along the

Pacific shores of South America, our steamer swings into the harbor of Callejo, Peru's principal port. A brief ride of a few minutes brings us to Lima, the capital of Peru, a city of white wall red-tiled buildings set in the middle of the green Remark Valley beneath the eternal purple and white of the towering Andes.

Here in Lima during the days of the Spanish rain was the cultural center of the New World. Here in the city of the Kings, already old 300 years ago, was Sebelia transplanted to the Western Hemisphere.

Across its wide streets, strode Spanish cavaliers, lace-plounts wrists always close to their thin blades of Toledo steel. Here sat the grim-lipped crests of the Western Inquisition. Under the barred windows of thick walled baroque palaces, love-sick youths strummed soft guitars to dark-eyed castilian beauties.

Gayety, romance, well. Spanish Peru danced lightheartedly through the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Danced on the broken bodies in the crushed souls of a conquered race, the courtly minuet of the Spaniard was a dance macabre for the once proud Inca. At a time when Europe slumbered in the ignorance of the dark ages, the Incas achieved an incredible civilization as they extended their empire