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The next day was passed in paddling the heavily laden canoe up the 

 rapid stream. In many places the river had risen above its banks and 

 was flowing across from one bend to another through the forest. 

 Antonio, who served as steersman and pilot, made use of many of 

 these cut-offs to shorten the distance, crowding the canoe through 

 among the trees. At noon we stopped on the bank and the men went 

 to an old Jamamadi clearing and brought back a load of sugar cane 

 and half- ripe pineapples to help out our lunch of farina and fish. 



Many of the forest trees were bright with red and white blossoms, 

 and a giant convolvulus, with its feet in the water, climbed over the 

 undergrowth on the banks and covered it to a height of 80 feet with 

 immense festoons of pink flowers. The noise of our paddles fright- 

 ened the game before us, but a great fresh-water porpoise followed us 

 for several miles, frequently rising within a few feet of our boat with 

 a startling splash and grunt. 



Just before night we came to San Joao, the seat of Senhor Joao 

 Nogueira and the only living rubber camp on the Marmorea. The 

 station was a new one, having been established but two years, but 

 several acres were cleared along the river and planted to corn and 

 manihot. The patron, Senhor Joao, like the rest, was living in a 

 palm-thatched barrack, but was getting out timber for a better house. 

 Several men were at work under a shed making a big canoe to trans- 

 port his rubber down the Marmorea to the Purvis and market. He 

 seemed glad to see a stranger in this remote part of the world and did 

 his best to make my stay pleasant. My hammock was hung that I 

 might rest after my cramped ride in the canoe, and one of the few 

 chickens he had saved from the vampire bats was sacrificed for my 

 supper. Several monke}^s of different species were running about or 

 were chained to the walls. These, he told me, were purchased from 

 the Jamamadi. On hearing that I wished to visit the malocca of these 

 Indians, he agreed to go with me the next day, and we completed our 

 simple arrangements for the trip that evening. It was a two-days' 

 journey by boat up the river, but he thought by taking an old trail 

 through the woods we could make it in a day. 



The next morning, taking Antonio and Leocardo, we set out toward 

 the headwaters of the stream, Senhor Joao, like the Indians, going 

 barefoot. At first we followed a trail made by the rubber gatherers. 

 A mile or so from the station we found a little shed, carefully covered 

 with thatch, beside the path. This was placed over the grave of a 

 little Jamamadi girl who had died while her parents were visiting at 

 the station. 



At first the small streams empt}'ing into the river were crossed by 

 logs cut for that purpose, but by and by these failed and we had to 

 wade. Then the streams got deeper and we were soon fording some 

 of them up to the waist, though Antonio did his best to guide us into 



