CHAP TE wey, 
PARA (continued). 
The swampy forests of Para—A Portuguese landed proprietor—Country house at 
Nazareth—Life of a Naturalist under the Equator—The drier virgin forests— 
Magoary—Retired creeks—Aborigines. 
AFTER having resided about a fortnight at Mr. Miller’s rocinha, we 
heard of another similar country-house to be let, much better situated for 
our purpose, in the village of Nazareth, a mile anda half from the city, 
and close to the forest. The owner was an old Portuguese gentleman 
named Danin, who lived at his tile manufactory at the mouth of the 
Una, a small river lying two miles below Parad. We resolved to walk 
to his place through the forest, a distance of three miles, although the 
road was said to be scarcely passable at this season of the year, and the 
Una much more easily accessible by boat. We were glad, however, of 
this early opportunity of traversing the rich swampy forest, which we had 
admired so much from the deck of the ship; so, about eleven o’clock 
one sunny morning, after procuring the necessary information about the 
road, we set off in that direction. This part of the forest afterwards 
became one of my best hunting-grounds. I will narrate the incidents of 
the walk, giving my first impressions and some remarks on the wonderful 
vegetation. The forest is very similar on most of the low lands, and 
therefore one description will do for all. 
On leaving the town, we walked along a straight suburban road, 
constructed above the level of the surrounding land. It had low swampy 
ground on each side, built upon, however, and containing several 
spacious rocinhas, which were embowered in magnificent foliage. 
Leaving the last of these, we arrived at a part where the lofty forest 
towered up like a wall, five or six yards from the edge of the path, to 
the height of probably too feet. The tree trunks were only seen 
partially here and there, nearly the whole frontage from ground to 
summit being covered with a diversified drapery of creeping plants, 
all of the most vivid shades of green; scarcely a flower to be seen, 
except in some places a solitary scarlet passion-flower, set in the green 
mantle like a star. The low ground on the borders, between the forest 
wall and the road, was encumbered with a tangled mass of bushy. 
and shrubby vegetation, amongst which prickly mimosas were very 
numerous, covering the other bushes in the same way as brambles do 
in England. Other dwarf mimosas trailed along the ground close to 
the edge of the road, shrinking at the slightest touch of the feet as 
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