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from time to time from the Government for political 

 services. Raimundo was quite in a talkative humour ; 

 he related to me many incidents of the time of the 



Cabanagem," as the revolutionary days of 1835-6 are 

 popularly called. He said he had been much suspected 

 himself of being a rebel ; but declared that the suspicion 

 was unfounded. The only complaint he had to make 

 against the white man was, that he monopolized the land 

 without having any intention or prospect of cultivating 

 it. He had been turned out of one place where he had 

 squatted and cleared a large piece of forest. I believe 

 the law of Brazil at this time was that the new lands 

 should become the property of those who cleared and 

 cultivated them, if their right was not disputed within 

 a given term of years by some one who claimed the pro- 

 prietorship. This land-law has since been repealed, and 

 a new one adopted founded on that of the United States. 

 Raimundo spoke of his race as the red-skins, ' pelle ver- 

 melho ' ; they meant well to the whites, and only begged 

 to be let alone. * God he said, * had given room enough 

 for us all'. It was pleasant to hear the shrewd good- 

 natured fellow talk in this strain. Our companion, 

 Joaquim, had fallen asleep ; the night air was cool, and 

 the moonlight lit up the features of Raimundo, revealing 

 a more animated expression than is usually observable in 

 Indian countenances. I always noticed that Indians 

 were more cheerful on a voyage, especially in the cool 

 hours of night and morning, than when ashore. There 

 is something in their constitution of body which makes 

 them feel excessively depressed in the hot hours of the 

 day, especially inside their houses. Their skin is always 

 hot to the touch. They certainly do not endure the 

 heat of their own climate so well as the whites. The 

 negroes are totally different in this respect ; the heat of 

 midday has very little effect on them, and they dislike 

 the cold nights on the river. 



We arrived at our hunting-ground about half-past four. 

 The channel was here broader and presented several 

 ramifications. It yet wanted an hour and a half to day- 

 break, so Raimundo recommended me to have a nap. 

 We both stretched ourselves on the benches of the canoe 

 and fell asleep, letting the boat drift with the tide, which 

 was now slack. I slept well considering the hardness of 

 our bed, and when I awoke in the middle of a dream about 



