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the Santa Rosa, Senhor Jacinto Machado, Avliom I had 

 not seen before, received me aboard, and apologised 

 for having started without me. He was a white man, 

 a planter, and was now taking his year's produce of 

 cacao, about twenty tons, to Para. The canoe was very 

 heavily laden, and I was rather alarmed to see that it 

 was leaking at all points. The crew were all in the 

 water diving about to feel for the holes, wliich they 

 stopped with pieces of rag and clay, and an old negro 

 was baling the water out of the hold. This was a 

 pleasant prospect for a three days' voyage I Senhor 

 Machado treated it as the most ordinary incident 

 possible. " It was always likely to leak, for it was an 

 old vessel that had been left as worthless high and dry 

 on the beach, and he had bought it very cheap." 



When the leaks were stopped, we proceeded on our 

 journey, and at night reached the mouth of the Anapu. 

 I wrapped myself up in an old sail, and fell asleep on 

 the raised deck. The next day we threaded the Igarape- 

 mirini, and on the 19th descended the Moja. Senhor 

 Machado and I by this time had become very good 

 friends. At every interesting spot on the banks of the 

 Mojii, he mamied the small boat and took me ashore. 

 There ai'e many large houses on this river belonging to 

 what were formerly large and flourishing plantations. 

 Since the revolution of 1835-6, they had been suffered 

 to go to decay. Two of the largest buildings were 

 constructed by the Jesuits in the early part of the last 

 century. We were told that there were formerly eleven 

 large sugar-mills on the banks of the Moju, but now 

 there ai-e only throe. At Burujtiba, there is a large 



