A JOURNEY IN BRAZIL. 



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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 she 

 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 



