The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-06-01

front d0Or-"Nllll ROSita, villa Luz
cia"-and the dark-eyed lady herself
is often seen leaning from the window.
Although the women of the capital
have now evolved TO much freer life
than that of their provincial sisters,
they are on the street less than north
ern women and are, on the whole,
greater home-lOvers.
Birds of Santa Theresa Hill.
Butterflies and birds gladden. every
garden; but it is on Santa Theresa
hill that the forest birds congregate
in greatest numbers. The bird that
plays star role all day long is the
saba, beloved of Brazilian poets. They
always have it perched high in the
palm tree, but in reality it hides in
the bush.
There are several varieties of the
sabia-Of the forest and of the shore
birds about the size of a robin. The
wOOdy-cOlOred one with the orange
breast, Saba Iarangeira, is the sweet
est singer.
In variety of form and colOring the
birds of Brazil, like the butterflies,
Outclass those of other parts Of the
world. Recently, in London, Brazil
ian butterfly sold for $3.50.
Many and varied are the street
vendors who sing their wares and
clap their hands at the garden
gate to attract attention.
The custom among the working
classes of bearing burdens on the
head is a survival of slavery days.
Everything is carried in this fashion,
from tin pan to piano. 1t takes
four men TO carry a piano; but one
man alone balances the gigantic bread
basket, weighing close to ninety
pounds, telling with it up the steep
paths, one hand steadying the basket,
the other grasping a camp stool. One
imagines at first that the camp stool
is for the man to rest on; but no!
1t is for the honorable bread-basketi
There are more than one thousand
five hundred of these bread men, each
exhibiting the number of his license on
the basket or attached to the formid-
able leather purse, resembling wOm-
ans ordinary handbag, which the Rio
street vendor invariably wears on his
hip, suspended from his shoulder by
long strap. Other characteristic
features are the tamancOs, or heel
less wooden slippers, whose rhythmic
'clap-clap" is heard in every part OF
the city, and the circular wad of cloth,
once worn on the head as a cushion
for the burden.
Every vendor has his particular call.
The tin-pan merchant thumps his wares
with biz spoon; the Syrian who sells
Ceara lace beats his basket with his
yardstick; the strange minor wall of
the peanut-seller takes you back to
the Orient. There is, in fact, quite an
oriental touch to the city.
corcovado and Sugar Loaf.
To visitors who can only pause in
Rio while their boats unload and load,
and who wish a comprehensive view
of the beautiful city, the choice of ex-
cursions lies between COrcovadO and
Sugar Loaf. The SUBMITS of both are
easy of access, the views incomparably
grand.
Corcovado (the Hunchback) is as
cended by trolley to the head of
canyon; by electric cog railway two
miles or more up the mountain; by a
flight of steps to the covered pavilion
on the summit. The altitude is only
little more than two thousand feet;
yet the view is really more remark
able than many that can be obtained
only after toiling to the SUBMITS OF
some of the worlds most famous
mountains. You overlook a vast cir
cular panorama Of mountain, city and
sea in form and color no painter can
adequately portray.
Sugar Loaf should be called "The
Crouching Lion" The giant monolith
is far too majestic for SIS present
name. It's crest is reached from YER
melha beach, ON the Rio shore, by
aerial ropeway. The car lands you
first on the summit of a lesser rock,
Urea, where there is park and res
taurant, the second longer flight car
rying you high above the forest, with
the sensation of sailing in balloon.
On up you float, skirting the great
granite cliff, landing at last on the
very peak of the rock. A cyclopean
task, the building of this aerial rail-
way!
The view, while altogether different
from the Corcovado panorama, is mag
nifcent. You are we'll out in the bay,
directly above the forts which guard
the entrance, looking back on Rios
crescent shore. AS the glowing cop
perry sun drops behind the jagged
mountain tops. dusk envelops the land
in a mystic reddish haze. One by one
the lights of the city CLEAN out Night
falls and Rio is a bejeweled goddess .
on a purple velvet throne.