490 
A JOURNEY IN BRAZIL. 
sudden precipices, and we picked our steps with care be- 
tween rocks and over fallen logs and rivulets. It was bright 
starlight as we came out of the woods upon the high road. 
The village lay below, its lights twinkling cheerily, and the 
peaks and towers behind it drawn with strange distinctness 
against the night sky. 
Organ Mountains. 
June Vltli. Barreira. This morning at seven o'clock 
we were on our way down the serra. Mr. Agassiz deplores 
the necessity which obliges him to leave this region after so 
short an examination of its striking features. A naturalist 
might pass months here, and find every day rich in results. 
As we left the hotel the sun was just gilding the highest 
summits, while white clouds rose softly from the valleys, 
and, floating upward, broke into fleecy fragments against 
the mountain-sides. Having the day before us, we de- 
