The morning call., 1893-10-08

residence, the next day was down with the
fever and three days later was buried.
But to return to Tijuca, the settlement
of that name. The few houses are nestled
in e mountain valley, and in the center is
Whites hotel, resort known all along
the east coast of South America. Through
this valley runs wide road called the
foresta. 1t was built by Dom Pedro II, is
constructed of natural cement found In
that country, and is more firm than the
finest macadam. The road winds for miles
through virgin forest; it is seldom used
except by those who wish to visit the
beautiful spots back of Rio. from which
such perfect views of the magnificent bay
can be obtained. and one wonders why
such expense was gone to in its construc-
ton; but then the roads in Brazil are as
fine as any in the world and compare ia
vorably with those built in Europe by
Napoleon.
It was way out on this road that Fred
and / lived. We had a couple of horses
and son of Portugal named Manuel TO
attend them. The horses served to take
US to the diligence on the road that leads
TO Rio. Manuel did all the work. except
the cooking, which was performed by an
English lad named Albert who joined our
menage several days after we had begun
housekeeping by trying to attend to our
own pots and kettles We first became
aware of Alberts presence by the appear
ance of q file Of British marines that had
climbed the hills in search Of a deserter
from d. NJ. S. Albatross. The sergeant
insisted that the man he wanted was in
our house and we asked him TO search.
After an hour be went away Disguised,
and then it was that Albert. whom we lad
never seen before, emerged from under
meath a pile of bananas in the cellar,
asked our pardon for seeking refuge there
and offered to do any work at nominal
figure IL we would keep him until the
Albatross and her "blarsted marines"
sailed. We agreed and he proved valu-
able cook.
Manuel. the hostIer, gardener and gen.
eral factotum, was strange genius. Five
feet four inches in height he was as
strong as bull, and would think nothing
of running a mile up hill carrying sack
OF grain weighing 80 pounds or cask Of
wine, heavier If anything. Manuel and
Albert got on quite we'll together except
on the point of eating. Loud words in the
kitchen caused Fred and me to rush in to
that room one evening.
LES a 'eathen, g is, SIR" said Albert.
addressing Fred. Look 'ow 'e's heating of
his food"
Manuel had been served with soup, fish.
slice OF roast, some potatoes, pudding,
coffee and cake. He had emptied it all
into one large dish, and to the amaZement
of the ex-cook of the man-of-war was stir
ring 1t up preparatory to eating with a
large wooden salad spoon.
Fred's knowledge of Portuguese was
called into play, and to him Manuel ex-
planned that it would all be mixed up in
the stomach. so why not do it before? For
his part, however. he preferred frjoles-a
dish of black beans-to all such trash, and
SO Albert was instructed to prepare him
three times a day dish of his favorite
vegetable, and SO peace reigned.
Nowhere is nature so lavish as in Brazil.
There in the interior can be seen animal
and vegetable life that, for beauty and pro.
fusion. even India cannot equal. BY day
thousands of butterflies fit around this
floresta, some of them as large as a mans
two hands placed together, and of a
gorgeous purple; others of a brilliant yell
low, and others still their wings tinted
with all the colors of the rainbow. Dart
ing in and out of the dense forest which
lies banked up on either side so thick with
orchid vines, bamboo clusters and cacti,
hundreds of humming- birds can be seen as
they shoot by. soon 10 poise for a moment
In their sweet-seeking flight.
Along the roadway of the Floresta
scores Of snakes coil and bask in the sun
toward noontide. And even they are
beautiful of hue, for they are generally OF
the coral species, their skins of blue, red
and yellow. They lie in groups, clinglng
one to another. but woe to the person who
disturbs their torpor, for their bite is
deadly. In shaded spots, under enormous
fern leaves. can be found chameleons
Green Of color. are they as they lie asleep