LETTERS FROM BRAZIL 97 
He will bring us home to find you all safe and well. 
We left Pard last Monday evening on board the 
Santa Cruz. It seemed quite like leaving a sort of 
home to come away from Mr. Pimento Bueno’s. He 
has been so good to us and we have been there so 
long that we quite seemed to ourselves a part of the 
family. All the day his little girl, who is an interest- 
ing child and has something about her that reminds 
one of Louis, was bringing me little parting gifts, and 
the last hour before I came away she did nothing but 
wander from room to room, saying to everybody, 
“Can’t you think of anything else to give to Madame? 
I can’t find anything else to give to Madame.” 
April 6 (The village of Pacatuba at the foot of the Serra of 
Aratanha) 
... Here we are thus far on our journey. You know 
what we are looking for, don’t you? This is a hunt 
after Moraines and Glaciers, and as Agassiz has found 
all the evidence he hoped for — “evidence of things 
unseen” I’m sure it is, for who would believe these 
tropical valleys were ever filled with ice, — the excur- 
sion has been a very successful one. But let me begin 
at the beginning. If you could have had a glimpse of 
us on Tuesday afternoon, you would have seen our 
cavalcade consisting of Agassiz and myself, he on a 
brown horse, I on a white one, armed with umbrellas 
and waterproofs (for at this season showers may be ex- 
pected at every minute); Mr. Coutinho and another 
gentleman, the government engineer of the province; 
behind us a soldier, one of the President’s guard who 
