the question. From the Larangeira, we received a variety of shells, the Helix pellis-serpentis, Anastoma globosa, Bulimus regius, and Helix comboides (Ferr.) One of the largest trees of the forest is the Masseranduba, or Cow tree, and, about Pará, they are exceedingly common. One, in particular, stands directly on the road, beyond the first bridge from the mill, and cutting into this, with our tresado, the milk issued at every pore. It much resembled cream in appearance and taste, and might be used as a substitute for milk in coffee; or, diluted with water, as a drink. It is, however, little used, except as a medicine, or for the adulteration of rubber. The wood of this tree is red, like mahogany, very durable, and used much for purposes where such timber is required. There are said to be eight varieties of trees known at Pará, and more or less common, which yield a milky sap. Other trees yield fragrant gums, and nearly or quite all these products are used for medicinal purposes.

At length, we prepared to leave the Mills, having enjoyed ourselves to the utmost in this our first experience of Brazilian country life. We had seen every thing that we could have seen, and had made a beautiful collection of birds and other objects. It was with regret that we bade adieu to Mr. Leavens, who had contributed so much to our comfort and pleasure. The sun had not risen, when, guns upon our shoulders, and accompanied by a black, with a basket for the carriage of any interesting plants, or other objects that we might desire to appropriate upon the road, we set forth. We passed several bridges, spanning little streams, and for ten miles, walked through the deep forest. The cries of monkeys resounded about us, and every now and then, there came a shrill sound, like that produced by whistling with the finger in the mouth. We frequently afterwards heard this same whistle, in different parts of the country, but never were able to ascertain from what it proceeded. Most likely a squirrel, but we were assured it was the note of a bird. We encountered a spider, leisurely crossing the road, that might rival the tarantula in bigness. sharpened stick pinned him to the earth, and we bore him in triumph to town. Across his outstretched legs none of us could

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span, and his sharp teeth were like hawk's claws.

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cies spins no web, but lives in hollow logs, and probably feeds upon huge insects, perhaps small animals, or birds. We collected specimens of a great variety of Ferns, Calandrias, Telanzias, and Maxillarias, and observed many rich flowers of which we know not the names. But we did recognize a Pas

sion-flower, with its stars of crimson, as it wound around a small tree, and mingled its beauties with the overshading leaves.

CHAPTER VI.

Start for Caripé-Island scene-Arrival-Vicinity-Tomb of Mr. Graham-Dinner-Shelling in the bay-Varieties of shells-Martins-Terns-Nuts and fruits-Mode of fishing--Four-eyed fish-Ant tracks-Moqueens-Forest-Creeping plants-Wild hogs, or Peccaries-Traps-Agoutis-Pacas-Squirrels-Birds-Chapel and singing of the blacks-Andiroba oil.

OUR delightful visit at Magoary had incited a desire for further adventure, and ere a week had elapsed after our return, we were preparing to visit Caripé. Profiting by past experience, we secured a small canoe, having instead of a cabin, merely an arched covering towards the stern, denominated a tolda, and affording sufficient shelter for short voyages. This was manned by two stout negroes. Caripé is nearly opposite Pará, distant about thirty miles, but separated by many intervening islands. Among these, thirty miles may be a short distance or a very long one, as the tides favor; for there are so many cross currents running in every direction, that it requires great care to avoid being compelled to anchor, and lose much time. As to pulling against the tide, whìch rushes along with a six mile velocity, it is next to impossible.

We left Pará at midnight, two hours before low tide; and falling down about eight miles, received the advancing flood, which swiftly bore us on its bosom. There were two others of our party, besides A and myself; and one taking the helm, the rest of us stretched our toughening bodies upon the platform, under the tolda, determined to make a night of it.

Morning dawned, and we were winding in a narrow channel, among the loveliest islands that eye ever rested on. They sat upon the water like living things; their green drapery dipping beneath the surface, and entirely concealing the

shore. Upon the main-land, we had seen huge forests, that much resembled those of the North magnified; but here, all was different, and our preconceptions of a forest in the tropics were more fully realized: Vast numbers of palms shot up their tall stems, and threw out their coronal beauties in a profusion of fantastic forms. Sometimes, the long leaves assumed the shape of a feather-encircling crest, at others, of an opened fan; now, long and broad, they drooped languidly in the sunlight, and again, like ribbon streamers they were floating upon every breath of air. Some of these palms were in blossom, the tall sprigs of yellow flowers conspicuous among the leaves; from others, depended masses of large fruits ripening in the sun, or attracting flocks of noisy parrots. At other spots, the palms had disappeared, and the dense foliage of the tree tops resembled piles of green. Along the shore, creeping vines so overran the whole, as to form an impervious hedge, concealing every thing within, and clustering with flowers. Very rarely, a tall reed was seen, and by the leaves which encircled every joint, and hung like tassels from its bended head, we recognized the bamboo. Frequently we passed plantations, generally of sugar cane, and looking, at a distance, like fields of waving corn; in beautiful contrast with the whole landscape beside. We lost the tide, and were obliged to creep along shore, for some distance, at the rate of about a mile an hour. At length, towards noon, turning a point, we opened at once into a vast expanse of water, upon the farther side of which the tree tops of Marajo were just visible. Immediately to our left, distant about a mile, and in a small circular bay, the broad white beach and glistening house upon its margin, told us we had arrived at Caripé. We were all enthusiasm with the beautiful spot, heightened doubtless by the approaching termination of our voyage; for in our cooped-up quarters, we were any thing but comfortable or satisfied. Moreover, a sail in the hot sun, unfortified by breakfast, tendeth not to good humor.

Landing upon the beach, and having the canoe dragged up high and dry, we proceeded to the house, and soon made the acquaintance of the old negroes, who had charge of the

premises. They set about preparing dinner, and we, meanwhile, slung our hammocks in the vacant apartments, and reconnoitred our position. The house was remarkably well constructed, for the country, covering a large area, with high and neatly plastered rooms, and all else conveniently arranged. In front was a fine view of the bay, and Marajo in the distance. Upon either side, the forest formed a hedge close by. Behind, was a space of a few acres, dotted with fruit trees of various kinds, and containing two or three thatched structures, used for various purposes; one of which particularly, was a kiln for mandioca. Here a black, shaggy goat, with horns a yard in length, lay enjoying himself in the drying pan. A number of young Scarlet Ibises were running tamely about. A flock of Troopials had draped a tree, near the house, with their nests, and were loudly chattering and scolding. But amid these beauties, was one object that inspired very different feelings. Close under our window, surrounded by a little wooden enclosure, and unmarked by any stone, was the tomb of Mr. Graham, his wife, and child. He was an English naturalist, and with his family had spent a long time in the vicinity of Pará, laboring with all a naturalist's enthusiasm to make known to the world the treasures of the country. He left this beach, in a small montaria, to go to a large canoe, anchored at a little distance; and just as he had arrived, by some strange mishap, the little boat was overturned, and himself, his wife, and his child were buried beneath the surf. The bodies were recovered and deposited in this enclosure. Mr. Graham had been a manufacturer, and was a man of wealth. His family suffer his remains to lie mouldering here, unmarked, although several years have elapsed since the catastrophe.

We were standing here, when a smiling wench announced dinner upon the table, and all reflections upon aught else were dissipated.

It is customary for persons visiting these solitary plantations to provide themselves with such provisions as they may want; but we were as yet uninitiated, and had secured nothing but a few bottles of oil and vinegar. But fish and farinha are