The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-09
ONE OF BRAz1Es NORMAL SCHOOLS

have made fortunes. and as result Sac
Faulo Is a town of rich men.
The Paulistas, as the people of Sac
Paulo are called, have always been
among the first settlers. The Portuguese
who first came We're kidnapers. They
stole the Indians and made them work
1t is estimated that. they captured two
| million Indians in three centuries. Later
on they distinguished themselves fol
their enterprise in other ways They
have now the best railroads. of Brazil
the most modern improvements and the
best government The state gets its
revenue from an export tax, and, as the
coffee exports run into many millions q
year, it has a large revenue.
THE CITY OF SAC PAULO.
like Sac Paulo. 1t is live. wide
! awake city, with good buildings and fine
stores. The people evidently spend a
| ~ good. and thers are signs everywhere
! that the Paulisters are alive and not
| kicking.
| Come with me OUT on the streets and
| take look at the town. 1t is early morn
| ing; the children are just going to school
| There are bright-faced little girls without
/, hats and little boys with hats and bare
legs. They are trudgingealong, with their
| books III bags on their backs, over the
| cobblestone streets. ..
Here come the street cars. They are
| painted red and are drawn by mules.
| What a lot Of them there are. They go
| ia groups. one car following another, un-
| til long train has passed. Some of the
cars are loaded with freight. They are
| Second-claSs cars and have two seats
| only, at each end. A man with basket
| cannot get into a first-class car. and peo-
| pie going to market-no one but servants
| go to market here-have to use the freight
cars. There comes car loaded with
newspapers. We meet newsboys OH every
corner, and we learn that Sac Paulo has
q half-doZen daiiieS.
What lot. Of negroes there are. They
| make me feel as though were In Wash
ington or at my home in Virginia. The
faces of many Of the business men show
African blood. This Is often the case, for
the color line, as far as marriage is con
cerned, has not been drawn tight in Bra
I'll. Here come three colored men now.
They are laborers on their way to work.
I listen to them as they pass. That yah!
yah. yah. Is just like the laugh of our
dark-skinned Americans, but the Ian
guage they are using is Portuguese, and
though the laughing goes on as we listen
| we can't see the jokes.
Let us go ont to the suburbs. The
houses are as fine as our own. Some look
like American houses, and I learn that
enc of the best belongs to an American,
who is high official on one of the rail-
roads
| The public buildings are especially fine.
! They are equal to those Of any state CAPT.
! tai OF our country. / doubt if We have a
college building which will compare with
1 the normal school oil Sac Paulo, and the
| palaces of the government are quite up to
some of the grea. buildings of Washing
| ton city.
INTO THE HARBOR OF DEATH.
But let me describe my visit to the flar
Dor of death 1t was through it that
| came to Sac PaulO. Santos is said to bs
! one of the unhealthiest cities of the
world. 1t is seldom free from yellow feve,
| and at times the very sailors in the har
Dor are decimated by this dread disease
| One line of steamers has bought an is
! land some distance out to which it's mer
go while the ships are loaded. Some 9th.
er ships do not allow their men to go or
shore, and during the hot season it is
really dangerous to an extreme.
The town of Santos is right under the
mountains. Our ship wound this way and
that as it sailed out of the Atlantic int
! the wide deep harbor. The water was o.
a bilious green, low hills and islands GOV
cred with thick woods lined the shore.
| and smoky, forbidding clouds hung low
over the city, resting there as it were like
pail. All nature was gloomy, and tbs
| surroundings made me feel as though
were in valley of death The air wa:
SOFT moist and warm. Our steamer
moved slowly in. rising and falling with
| the waves, the very engine making 6
muff1ed sound on the soft, still air.
AS we came nearer we could see ,colore6
| buildings lining the shore Some Wers
! shaded by palm trees, their long fan
like leaves hanging listlessly and despair.
| ingly down. Closer still and we were in 8
| forest of maStS. The harbor was filled
with them, and among them were ships
| from Norway, England, Italy and the
United States. They were all loading
coffee, and we could see scores of ne.
| groes carrying great bags of coffee from
! the shore to the ships. The ships were
anchored along a granite wharf and the
men walked up on planks, carrying THE
| coffee. On the other side of the whar,
were long warehouses. from which the
| coffee was brought to the steamers
We cast anchor some distance out from
/ the shore. and I arranged with a bare
footed Portuguese to carry my luggage
from the ship to the customs house an6
| thence to the station. We rode in his lit
tie boat up and down the harbor The
water was like glass. 1t was a steel blue
and from it came a smell like that from :
| barrel of-water grown sour by being lef
out of doors in the sun AS we sailed the
! boatman put. his fingers to his nose an6
re> arked: yellow fever" Upon which
/ showed him some silver and urged hin
to hurry. He did so and we finally came
| to the shore.
THE COFFEE PORT OF SANTOS.
We walked through narrow street.
paved with Belgian blocks. The buildings
/ are high, much like those of a Dutch
town, but they are painted all colors o.
| the rainbow The city is a. business one
! fhere was a crowd of sallow-faced. ner.
vous-looking men going to and fro Thers
We're lottery peddlers everywhere ano