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A JOURNEY IN BKAZIL. 
Mina Negress and Child. 
and then, casting one end of her long drapery over her 
shoulder, stalked away with the air of a tragedy queen. 
It serves as a cradle also, for, tying it loosely round their 
hips, they slip the baby into the folds behind, and there 
it hangs, rocked to sleep by the mother's movement as sho 
walks on with her long, swinging tread. The Mina ne- 
gress is almost invariably remarkable for her beautiful 
hand and arm. She seems to be conscious of this, and 
usually wears close-fitting bracelets at the wrist, made of 
