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A JOURNEY IN BRAZIL. 



Mina Negress and Child. 



and then, casting one end of her long drapery over her 

 shoulder, stalked away with the air of a tragedy queen. 

 It serves as a cradle also, for, tying it loosely round their 

 hips, they slip the baby into the folds behind, and there 

 it hangs, rocked to sleep by the mother s movement as she 

 walks on with her long, swinging tread. The Mina ne- 

 gress is almost invariably remarkable for her ^beautiful 

 hand and arm. She seems to be conscious of this, and 

 usually wears close-fitting bracelets at the wrist, made of 



