Evening star., 1939-06-25

deck out there? All Grated and
ready to 60 home with you. There
are pygmy opossums, snakes, turtles
and little eyra cat-one of the
rarest things in the Matto Crosse,
and there's =. p
Wait, man. please wait! We have
twice as much stuff on board now
as we expected Our deck space is
full. 1t was full when we left B. A..
I'm afraid the ships crew won't
like it if we pack any more animals
on board. They're crowding up to
the fo'castle now. In addition, I've
only my wife and two volunteers to
help care for them. This trip never
started out to be an expedition-it
was just voyage to Argentina to
collect few, very few, representa-
tive things!'
Il realize that, doctor" replied Mr..
Daveron. but I've brought these
animals from the Upper Xingu River
in the interior, more than a thou
sand miles by oxcart. launch and
train. knew you were down this
way collecting. and I didn't want
you to go home disappointed"
The two were old friends. Mr..
Daveron. a former resident of Bal
timOre. with a flair for exploring,
medicine and plant chemistry, has
been living in one Of the least
known sections in the world for
years, writing, studying and working
| for American firms interested in de-
veloping the plant resources of
Brazil.
The conversation continued until
the time for our departure drew
near.
Well what about them?" asked
Mr.. Daveron, pointing to his collec-
ton on the dock.
"Daveron," replied DR.. Mann,
well have to hurry to get them
aboard"
Coffee for Seasickness.
Those of us who were more sus-
ceptible to the rolling of the ship
already had learned that there's
nothing like coffee to settle her on
| her ocean bed.
In Santos the Brazil's empty
matches had been filled to the brim
with thousands of bags of coffee
beans and by the time we steamed
into Rio we had enjoyed some
smooth sailing for change.
There's nothing like coffee in the
hold to cure Seasickness!
Sure remedies for that unfor-
tunate malady. incidentally, are
known to everybody except the un-
fortunates who need them most.
And these latter, poor devils, are
generally too weak to resist the sug-
gestions of their friends and advis-
ers-the sympathetic, If somewhat
SNUG people who never miss a meal
at sea.
They've run the gamut of cures
aboard the Brazil. One woman was
| advised to suck a lemon and blow
into paper bag. She might have
been blowing.
A young man who lost his appe-
tite, among other things, was told
to stuff his ears with cotton so
he couldn't hear the waves 90
"Ssssswooosh!" He did, but he could
still see them.
GallOps on Electric Horse.
The bartender aft has his own
remedy-alcohol, oddly enough.
He advises imported champagne,
and "Just sit quietly and watch
the bubbles. Then if you feel you
must, 60 ahead and drink it. It's
better to have good vintage, how
ever. If you're going to taste it
twice"
One woman played bingo as her
cure, and gentleman galloped away
on the electric horse in the ships
gymnasium when he felt a sicky
coming on.
And, speaking of cures, it takes
more than a deckload of birds,
beasts and such to cure a sailor of
weakness for pets.
Bos'n Charley Bauer, among his
other duties, has had to worry about
shifting animal crates away from
the cargo hatch in port and help
feed, water and clean up at sea.
In addition he has q personal
problem of his own-Oscar, g. lion
faced marmoset with a golden name.
Oscar is small, but he manages to
get around. When he circulates too
rapidly he gets popped into the
brig on bread and water.
BoS'n Bauer used to have q