EASTERN BRAZIL—-CHASE 393 
States of Rio de Janeiro, Sio Paulo, and Minas Geraes touch. The 
journey from Rio de Janeiro, to Bariio Homem de Mello (Campo 
Bello—the nomeclature of Brazilian towns being like that of plants, 
with numerous changes of names and consequent synonyms) was 
through jungle-clad mountains and across rocky streams. From 
Bario Homem de Mello we started on horseback toward the towering 
mountain mass to the north, our collecting outfit following on a 
pack horse. We had charming views of Rio Campo Bello far down 
the narrow valley below and could hear its tumbling waters. The 
slopes were mostly forested with different species of palms, especially 
a very slender one that grows in clumps, suggesting gigantic clumps 
of sugarcane. We reached the Florestal on Monte Serrat about 
4 o’clock. From Monte Serrat (816 meters altitude) to the sum- 
mit of the mountain and for some miles beyond on the Minas 
Geraes side the country is a Federal reserve under the charge of the 
Jardim Botanico. The Florestal is a sort of forest station and ex- 
periment station combined, where scientific work is carried on under 
the direction of Dr. Paulo Campos Porto. The station is a long 
low building, with pleasant living rooms, a laboratory, library, and 
dark room, surrounded by gardens. There are great groves of 
Araucaria brasiliensis, beautiful against a background of blue moun- 
tains or white mist. From the Florestal there is a vast outlook up 
the mountains and down over a sea of lower hills. 
The next morning we left shortly after 8 o’clock with two pack 
animals bearing camping and collecting outfits. It had rained dur- 
ing the night and masses of white mist hung between the mountains, 
the nearby araucarias outlined against them. The trail was difficult, 
up over stones and through deep mud or across streams. It was 
necessarily slow going so I did not have to give much attention to 
the horse, but could keep my eyes on the forested slopes above and 
below, with their palms, tree ferns and great masses of hanging 
bamboo, and on the trail border where Panicum, Ichnanthus and a 
silvery Paspalum promised rich ¢ollecting on the way back. Once 
we saw down the steep slope below a dark brown monkey up a palm 
tree so slender that it swayed under his weight, and a second run- 
ning up the trunk. They looked at us and chattered—then one 
climbed down, while the upper one spread his little arms and sprang 
from the tree, sailing down (it must have been forty or fifty feet) 
into the top of another palm. <A third, then a fourth monkey ran 
up the same palm, turned to look at us and made the same leap, 
while one, just glimpsed lower down, kept calling or scolding. 
We stopped at a mud-hut resthouse at a place called Macieiras 
(the place of apples) because the Jardim has planted an apple 
orchard on the hillside here. It was a grassy and a mossy place and 
Miss Bandeira and I collected until called to supper at about dark. 
