Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-23

that sustained me, and as I have explained,
the jungle most certainly does not offer food
to the traveller on its rivers or its trails Fish,
yes, but babies are seldom permitted fish. The
result was that I was forced to depend upon
the few cans Of condensed milk that had
brought. Still, I naturally had no nursing
bottle and year old baby is not usually adept.
even when it Is q civilized baby, at drinking
from tin cup. managed, however to make
something do in place of q nursing bottle when
brilliant idea struck me and tore bit OF
cloth from my flannel shirt.
This washed as best I could-not too well.
fear-and dipped into q mixture of con-
densed milk and water. The baby took to it
with delight, and from then on the problem
was simple, although before those endless IL
days and nights had passed it seemed to me
that I had dipped that flannel rag into the
tin cup of milk and water a hundred million
times
I managed, from time to time, to give him
q little of the Juice of wild guavas when
found them and the result was that the baby
-actually-was fatter and healthier when We
arrived at Foe do Ica-the Brazilian customs
poSt-than he was when first pulled him from
the pile of rubbish In that tragic hut where his
loyal grandfather hung silently from the rafters.
I still had not the slightest idea what to do
with the child, when, after having waited for
week at the customs post. an up river steamer
arrived. took the steamer-stilI with the
baby, for could hardly leave him at the Gus
toms post as might have left any other import
that presented such probem-and made my
way to Remate de Males my old stamping
ground After another week there-and still
with the baby-I booked passage down stream
on another steamer to Manaos, and after still
another week there-where I decided that I
had seen rather more than enough Of South
America sailed on a Booth liner to Barbados
where, ut least. / could decide what my next
move would be. Still however had the baby.
and I stil had him when the ship on which
we sailed dropped her anchor on Bridgetown.
found place for him and he grew up ana
went to school. He Is now employed by the
British customs on one of the other West Indies
islands
RY this time had decided that South Amer
lea had lost its attractions. had senior
so thought-rather more than enough Of that
continent. The result was that went to Sant0
Domingo and became resident physician at the
ReceiverShip of Dominican Customs After q
time left this position and became physician
for large sugar plantation at La Romano, on
the same island
For over two years remained at the post.
and then, in 1916, while was on o visit to
"the States" began once more to feel that
strange interest in South America that has kept
me wandering up and down her rivers, through
her jungles and across her mountains for SO
much Of the time in the last 80 years. This
time. however, It was merely the wanderlust
that influenced me. wanted once more to
tramp through unknown jungles-tO glide down
little-known rivers In dugout canoes, with half
naked Indians for cOmpanions-to cross tine
giant range Of the Ecuadorian Andes and make
the crossing Of South America from Guayaqun
TO Para.
I left New York late in 1916, with the object