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would dropdown a steep and slippery hank LOO feet to a narrow valley 

 and small stream, and then rise as sharply #o the level above. A little 

 after noon we came out to a new clearing planted with coin and mani- 

 hot on the banks of a little river, the Apahan. Here were three 

 eabins.where lived Senhor Paulo Xavier, the patron, with three or 

 four rubber gatherers. Senhor Paulo had made the trail we had I'ol 

 lowed and was well acquainted with the country. He told me thai the 

 trail reached the Marmorea at a deserted rubber station where I would 

 find no canoe, and that the only trail up the river was now. in many 

 places, over head in water. He said also that the savages were two 

 or three days 1 journey up the river or as far downstream, and that he 

 had heard that they had recently eon,, down to near the month of the 

 Marmorea. 



Finding myself at my wits' end here. J returned the next morning 

 over the same path to Hyutanihan. I was planning a journey down 

 the Puruis to the mouth of the Marmorea, when just at evening of the 

 second day two men came into the village by the same trail we had 

 followed, one a Oearense, the other a Hypurina. They were from a 

 rubber station on the upper Marmorea and were after mail and food. 

 Food was scarce at Hyutanihan. but they purchased a big turtle and 

 prepared to set out for home the next morning. They reported that 

 the Jamamadi were at home in their village on the upper river, hut 

 that the Hypurinas had gone downstream. As they said their boat 

 would hold two more, 1 thought this my opportunity, and hiring Leo 

 cardo again, started next morning once more toward the Marmorea. 

 The Hypurina, a strong fellow, carried the live turtle, weighing about 

 70 or SO pounds, on his back. At noon we were again at Senhor 

 Paulo's, but the Apahan was too dee]) to ford and the only canoe was 

 up the river. At 3 o'clock the boat returned. It was rather late to 

 undertake the 12 or 15 miles yet between us and tin 1 Marmorea, hut 

 Antonio, the Hypurina, loaded his turtle into the canoe, answering 

 our questions in broken Portuguese that if God willed it we should 

 get through. We were landed on the other side in Hooded forest. 

 and wading to the highland, we started almost at a run. a- we did not 

 wish to pass the night in the woods. Approaching the Marmorea we 

 passed through large extents of old clearing, now grown up to small 

 timber, but with clumps of bananas and plantains still fruiting. 

 These were old deserted plantations of the Jamamadi. dust at dark 

 we came out to a clearing on the Marmorea. here a rapid stream LOO 

 feet wide. A well-built barracon of handsawed lumber and three or 

 four thatched cabins stood near the hank, all vacant. The owner had 

 failed and given up his place and gone down the river to work for 

 someone else. 



We passed the night in the empty barracon, Antonio waking us in 

 the night by calling out that he had he. mi bitten by a vampire bat. 



