Evening star., 1939-05-07

raise cain.
The drumming of his hoofs and
horns had been an entertainment
by day and something more than
that by night.
mot even young bull buffalo
can hold that pace" said DR.. Mann.
IF he keeps fighting his crate, he
won't be Wild Bill, but just another
Sweet William-by the time we hit
B. A."
Mountains Gird Port.
The mountains which loomed
about the port as we came in this
morning strained the credulity of
this Southern hillbilly
I couldn't believe in such fantastic
shapes. The mountains were broken
and twisted. some stood on end, for
no apparent reason, others were
folded like a sheet of paper wadded
and tossed aside-but what a sheet!
The gulls, too, had strange shape
thin wings like scimitars and
forked tails. The harbor was full
OF shipping. Sailors shouted at each
other across the water in an un-
familiar tongue We were scarcely
prepared for the modern city of
skyscrapers and huge. thriving docks
=. but. after all, that's in every
guidebook
The guidebooks. however, probably
overlooked the white mongrel pup
py which rode with us on the cable
car to the top of Sugar Loaf. The
puppy rode on the roof-on an un-
guarded platform, no bigger than a
postage stamp, where his master,
the mechanic. sat just under the ca
BILE to watch for the possible parting
of strand and to see how the
wheels function.
The puppy came up with us and
the made a return trip. From the
top OF Sugar Loaf I watched him
through binoculars. He was frisking
about at his masters knees, while
half mile below buzzards wheeled
and the jungle yawned.
Motif Taken From Palms.
Over across the way-surmounting
q mountain still higher and almost
as precipitate as Sugar Loaf-stood
a heroic figure of Christ. with arms
outstretched. AS we watched cloud
broke on the mountain spread and
streamed up its face. 1t flowed over
the top, severing the figure from its
mundane anchorage. For an in
slant 1t seemed that the statue,
serene and far away. was moving
through the sky-actually moving
and trailing flowing robes of mist.
Rios water front on the ocean
side is wide beach, a curving drive
and series of tall, modernistic
apartment houses. The builders must
have taken an architectural motif
from the royal palms. which shoot
up so, 100 feet, straight and flaw
less as an arrow shaft or a cathe-
dral candle.
The surf today came in with
boom and great rush and smother
Of foam-enough to chill life guard
at Nags Head. N. c. The guards
just stick red flag in the sand,
and after that a swimmer is on his
own. The bathing season is almost
over, and after that fall approaches.
Already beach accommodations can
be had at off-season prices
After glimpsing the statue Of
Christ from afar, we motored to
Its base today. zig-zagging on turns
that would balk Rocky Mountain
goat-moving under palms clus-
tered with parasites. and strange,
creeper-hung trees, all packed to-
gether in a jungle density. Tiny
monkeys fled through the tree tops
and parrots broke from cover, al
ways flying in pairs Once on the
concrete parapet at the base of the
statue the sheer drop on all sides
made a few of us bit dizzy
especially those still accustomed,
after more than a fortnight at sea,
to the motion Of boat.
A Day to Be Remembered.
Buzzards banked in the strong
up-draft about the statue and Rios
vast panorama was almost dwarfed
by the reaches of the ocean and
the purple mountains. family
glimpsed like clouds. high on the
sunshine. mist and brief rain fur
ries-a day long to be remembered!
The lights of Rio glittered
through the dusk as our car wound
down from the mountains.
Back on board the Uruguay we
saw her sister ship, the Brazil, cast
ing of from a berth just forward
bound for the States
We watched the tugs worry her
into the channel, and saw her lights
dwindle and vanish as she went
out past Sugar Loaf.
For q moment, I was homesick
.. the Brazil would be pulling into
New York while we were a long
way south Of this city. Homesick
but only for a moment.
Too much, I felt, lies to the
South.
Tomorrow: Reducing the death
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