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At this place we had to wait nine days 

 before we could ford the swollen river, 

 and when at last we essayed the crossing, 

 urged on by the sight of a more secure 

 camping place on the farther bank, we 

 speedily regretted the attempt. The 

 mules became panic stricken in mid- 

 stream, turned, and were whirled into 

 the rapids at the junction of the two 

 ri^-ers where four of them were swept 



river bed, but in March we entered 

 the main street by canoe, and when we 

 stepped out on land we were almost 

 in the plaza of the town. In the pam- 

 pas around the city many interesting 

 studies could be made. The macaws 

 and toucans gave way here to egrets, 

 ibis and spoonbills, while the oven birds 

 with their homes of red clay, and the 

 huge hills of the termites, were on every 



Wfuviiig a pouclio from yarn iiiado from llif wool of native sheep and spun by hanti. VN eaving is the great 

 industry for the women. Wherever a woman is seen, in the fields or market places, or even walking to and from 

 market, she is constantly spinning. The ponchos and skirts of the Indian have always been handmade and home- 

 made in the past. Of recent years German agents have sent patterns of Indian garments to Germany where they 

 have been copied almost exactly in color and less exactly in pattern: therefore today the Indian may exchange his 

 agricultural products at the shops in the towns for German-made cloth'.ng of inferior quality 



away. P'our crossed in safety; the 

 others were left with the arricro who took 

 them back to Cochabamba, while our 

 party continued on foot, until several 

 days' journey below where we found 

 smooth water and a dugout canoe. 



Halfway down the Mamore River 

 lies Trinidad. Again the seasonal rain 

 played havoc with our shooting. In 

 summer Trinidad is high above the 



side. Trinidad would be an excellent 

 cattle center but for the poor grazing 

 facilities during the winter. Two hun- 

 dred miles below, Sefior Snares, a 

 Portuguese known as "the Rubber 

 King," has fifty-thousand head, from 

 which the supply of dried beef is drawn 

 for his rubber camps. 



Proceeding by the river steamer , to 

 Guajamarim, we here changed to the 



