136 A YEAR IN BRAZIL. 



tremendous ; but he did not offer us any hospitality, so we 

 had to sit on a bank by the roadside in the full sunshine, 

 and have an umbrella held over us to diminish the effect 

 of the perpendicular rays. Repelled by the master, we 

 were pitied by one of his slaves, who came, while I was 

 cutting up some slices of cucumber and onion, to bring us 

 three cucumbers (" pipinos "), which he had just cut, and 

 were deliciously cool, besides being younger than the one 

 we had. While the slave was speaking to us, he often 

 turned round anxiously to see that his master was not 

 looking. 



After breakfast, we went on working with theodolite and 

 level through the picadas, set out on that eventful Saturday 

 (January 5), of which I gave a full description. The scene 

 was so different, and the forest beautiful, but this time the 

 torture of the mosquitos was the objection. 



January lO.^Last evening, as I was riding home from 

 the work, I met my friend Joaquim Gon^alves de Souza, 

 who told me that a few days back a carro (ox-cart) had 

 unladen its contents at his fazenda, as, owing to the rains, 

 it was impossible for the cart to go on to Brumado, which 

 was its destination. Among the merchandise, he informed 

 me, was a box with my name on it, consigned to a Senhor 

 Joscelino Pacheco, at Brumado. I supposed it was the box 

 I expected from home, which was sent bff from London on 

 November 16. Therefore, this morning I rode over there, 

 and found that it was as I expected. I made arrangements 

 to have it brought up here on a "carrinho," a little cart 

 drawn by four oxen, as that was able to cross the ram- 

 shackle bridge ; and it accordingly arrived in the afternoon 

 at the camp. 



The Fazenda do Engenho — so this farm is called — is a 

 large establishment, and, from the number of slave-huts 



