CHAPTER XIV. 



ARRIVAL AT RIO. HUNTING IN THE FORESTS OF 

 BRAZIL. 



I WILL not fatigue the reader with the monotonous de- 

 tail of the voyage to Rio Janeiro. In spite of the enter- 

 taining company of Mr. Barrill, and rather a lively set 

 of passengers, I was heartily glad when the captain an- 

 nounced that we were approaching the beautiful bay of 

 the Brazilian port. And when we entered it, I was in 

 ecstacies. 



Rio Janeiro, the capital of the province of the same 

 name, may now, perhaps, rank as the largest and most 

 flourishing city of South' America. It lies on the western 

 side of a bay, seventy or eighty miles in circumference, 

 forming one of the most spacious and secure receptacles 

 for shipping in the world. It is studded with upwards 

 of one hundred islands ; the ships of all nations are seen 

 passing through its channels, and innumerable little boats 

 are seen flitting about. The shore rises immediately into 



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