The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-10-26
SAILS Up The PARANA
Frank Greenfield, Who Is
Seeking a Lost Brother
IN SOUTH AMERICAN WILDS
Writes Enroute a Chapter of
Paraguayan History.
IN SOUTH AMERICAN WILDS

Guthrie, o. T., Oct 25.-Frank Green
field, who is penetrating South America,
hunting for a brother who, with a party,
is lost in the wilderness, writes to his
brother at Cleveland, Oklahoma, from
Assumption, Paraguay, under date of
August %, as follows:
Dear Brother; I told you when 1 wrote
that I would write you good long letter
to make up for my neglect of you for so
long. I'll redeem my promise today, as
to writing, but am not sure that this
letter vii lbe very long one. We left
Buenos Ayres on the 18th of the month
and passed out through those splendid
docks, of which Buenos AyreS may We'll
be proud into the Platte river. The river
here has the appearance of smalls sea,
it Is so wide that the other shore is
hardly discernable. We went only short
distance that night, owing to the difficulty
of navigating the channel, which is here
marked by buoys, and lay to until morn
ing, which we were very glad to see in
deed for in the latter part of the night
we caught the tail end of a cyclone,
which passed through Montevideo, doing
considerable damage to that city. About
noon of that day we came to the juno
ton of the Uruguay and Parana. These
two rivers form the Rio de la Platte, and
sailed on I'D the Parana to Rosario at
which place we arrived the following
morning. This city is second in impor-
lance to Buenos Ayres and does a great
deal of shipping, situated as it is in the
Of i- ho
of all the country and with an economical
and self-supporting government would
soon become a second Chicago, but; alas
for the sanguine investor!
The cold, bleak weather, a legacy of the
PamperOs from the south, followed all
the way up into even this usually sunny
cline but today it is clear and 1 suppose
that in day or two we will all be out
in white duck, hunting the shade of the
awnings.
There was nothing worthy of note on
our journey up unless it was the won
derful capacity for love making that a
young married couple exhibited and even
now shows no sign of abatement, though
I fancied this morning that hubby be-
gan to lag a bit. She is a Swede girl and
1 think he is dago, so the odds are on
her, seeing that we are going into hot
climate
BY the way, it is quite a cosmopolitan
passenger list that we have. There are
twenty-sixt saloon passengers and four
teen different nationalities. One can
hear the tongues of all parts of the world
and it is quite amusing at meal times
to listen to the clatter of different speech.
u Ill I'll Dell
and "Yank," of which the first is repre-
scented by young chap who is going
up to the rubber woods on tho Benz river
in Bolivia, and I have the sole honor,
which has occurred a number of times
before, of representing our dear old
Uncle, God bless him, may his shadow
never grow less.
In regard to the general aspect of the
country on our way up the river, I can
only say that it presented about the
same appearance law, fat wooded
country that stretched out from either
bank of the river as far as the eyes could
reach. In the course of time when the
world grows older, perhaps, this country
may afford homes for countless millions
of happy people, but at present it is a
wilderness and likely to remain such
Thirty years ago, If poor little Paraguay
had vanquished her enemies it might
have been different
Speaking of the war and thirty years
ago reminds me Of an incident that &C.
Cured the other night. I was leaning |
over the rail watching the flow of the
water and talking lazily to the chief en-
gineer, an old Scot, when out through the |
gloom like phantoms came gliding three |
great long, narrow-hulled ships. follow |
ing in the wake of a small tug. They |
passed US so quickly and silently with |
scarcely a ripple of the water, that |
rubbed my eyes and looked again. |
There" said the old chief "goes three |
blockade runners that were built for the |
contraband cotton trade during the civil |
war in the states" They were past and |
gone. swallowed up in the night. SEEM |
ingly as if their old habits must still |
cling othem even in these times of pip |
ing peace.
At the junction Of the Parana and |