Such an anti-climax--the Immigration people have refused us entrance
to the U. S., because Dick had fever and sore eyes, which they say is
“trachoma” described officially as “a dangerous, contagious disease.”
It nearly broke my heart to see my San Antonio train steam away, and
us left in Mexico. We so counted on getting to a good hotel and a good
doctor at San Antonio. Goodness knows when we will get out of this
country. The Doctor says it will take time.
The Mexican Laredo Hotels are indescribable: no water, no food, no
drains, floor covered with ants. We leave tonight for Monterey to await
Dick’s recuperation.
We are so dirty, so worn out, so poisoned, so sore and wretched, such a
Job’s company. That is what camping in Mexico means.
From this window, I see across the river the U. S. flag floating from
dignified buildings. So near, so longed for. Heaven’s door closed.
It is a blow.