LETTERS FROM BRAZIL 97 



He will bring us home to find you all safe and well. 

 We left Para last Monday evening on board the 

 Santa Cruz. It seemed quite hke leaving a sort of 

 home to come away from Mr. Pimento Bueno's. He 

 has been so good to us and we have been there so 

 long that we quite seemed to ourselves a part of the 

 family. All the day his little girl, who is an interest- 

 ing child and has something about her that reminds 

 one of Louis, was bringing me little parting gifts, and 

 the last hour before I came away she did nothing but 

 wander from room to room, saying to everybody, 

 " Can't you think of anything else to give to Madame? 

 I can't find anything else to give to Madame." 



April 6 (The village of Pacatuba at the foot of the Serra of 



Aratanha) 

 . . . Here we are thus far on our journey. You know 

 what we are looking for, don't you.^ This is a hunt 

 after Moraines and Glaciers, and as Agassiz has found 

 all the evidence he hoped for — "evidence of things 

 unseen" I'm sure it is, for who would believe these 

 tropical valleys were ever filled with ice, — the excur- 

 sion has been a very successful one. But let me begin 

 at the beginning. If you could have had a glimpse of 

 us on Tuesday afternoon, you would have seen our 

 cavalcade consisting of Agassiz and myself, he on a 

 brown horse, I on a white one, armed with umbrellas 

 and waterproofs (for at this season showers may be ex- 

 pected at every minute) ; Mr. Coutinho and another 

 gentleman, the government engineer of the province; 

 behind us a soldier, one of the President's guard who 



