EASTERN BRAZIL—CHASE 399 
from the village for his grave. He lived 40 years after that, 
and buried Claussen and another friend and his two Danish servants 
in his little cemetery before he himself was buried there in 1880 at 
the age of 79. The few acres inclosed form a precious preserve of 
the original campo. Except for four immense clumps of bamboo, 
the ground is left wild—the best kind of memorial to Pedro Lund. 
He was dearly loved by the Brazilians and women still come to the 
cross to pray for the soul of the Protestante. There are all manner 
of legends about the curative properties of the lake. 
One of the localities cited by Trinius and others is Serra da Lapa. 
Through Doctor Rolfs I learned that this locality, unknown to-day, 
is part of Serra do Cipo, of which Itambe is the highest peak. At 
Lagoa Santa I arranged to go into this range on a freight truck, 
or caminhao, which makes the trip as far as Vaccaria, 110 kilome- 
ters from Bello Horizonte. I had hoped to visit Itambe, but it 
would have required outfitting for about 100 miles of travel by horse- 
back, too costly in time and money. 
The ride over the undulating hills and hollows with the blue 
mountains hour after hour as far off as ever reminded me of a 
trip by stagecoach from Sheridan to Buffalo, Mont. But the plant 
cover, except in small areas, was not short grass, but more like 
that of the flat woods of Florida minus tue woods. Only the river 
valleys are wooded. Not far northeast of Lagoa Santa the road 
crosses Rio das Velhas, the large branch of Rio Sao Francisco, then 
Rio Jaboticatubas. After that for 40 or 50 kilometers it was all 
open tall-grass campo, Z’rachypogon and Aristida the dominant 
grasses. T'rachypogon macroglossus shone in the sun like silver, 
edged with the pinkish awns not yet spread. From Rio de Cipo, 
near the foot of the mountains, to Vaccaria the campo is brushy 
with small patches of woods. At a turn in the road the falls of 
Rio Peixa came into view, a slender stream pouring over the moun- 
tain wall. Vaccaria is a store, a watermill, and house all in one, 
owned by a Portuguese. It was the most picturesque place I saw in 
Brazil. ‘This little place was rude and primitive with earth floor 
in the dining room, but there were orange trees about it and a little 
vineyard in the back. 
The mountains, called Chapeo de Sol (Portuguese for parasol), 
rose abruptly, the rocks of light-gray limestone with much pale 
crumbling sandstone. The soil of the region is nearly white, very 
fine, sand. An old rocky trail led up between peaks to Rio Peixa. 
Along this trail and on the peaks above it (up to 1,400 meters) were 
more species of Awonopus than I had ever seen together before. 
The next day, following the road now being built, I reached wide, 
high, open campos with rounded peaks in all directions and palm 
