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fowls were educated and brought up, but I guess they've 

 a dash of nigger blood. I reckon I'll go out." 



July 20. After church I again ascended the Morro do 

 Castello ; the Organs were entirely hidden by clouds. I 

 then returned to Botafogo, and walked with Mr. Large 

 up the Corcovado, by the same route as on the 6th, to the 

 viaduct, through the cutting, and some distance beyond. 

 Great progress has been made in the last fortnight in 

 laying the rails, etc. We returned along the line of the 

 railway to the Rua Cosmo Velho, at the upper end of 

 Larangeiras, the engine passing us on the road, drawing 

 a truck, in which, among many others, were two friends,* 

 who hailed us. We examined the station, the engines, 

 and the passenger coaches. An additional portion of the 

 line has just been inaugurated ; it appears that this farcical 

 ceremony is gone through over every few yards of rail 

 which are laid. 



Trip to Petropolis. 



July 22. Deciding at 12.30 to go up to Petropolis by 

 the afternoon boat, I left the office, rushing off for some 

 lunch, and to Botafogo for a few necessaries. The steamer 

 went off at 3.30. The price of a single fare was $7 500 

 reis ; I could not get a return ticket, as these are only 

 issued on Sundays, when there is a cheap trip $8 return, 

 first class leaving the Ferry Prainha at 7 a.m., and return- 

 ing from Petropolis at 4 p.m. Before the steamer left, 

 I was interested in watching several canoes, of the well- 

 known coffin shape, plying from ship to ship, propelled by 

 one or two men with broad paddles from the stern. 



As it was a cloudless day, the view was perfect ; and 

 when we were well off the shore, on looking back 



* Mr. Colin Mackenzie and Mr. W. H. Glover. 



