The story was all oyer town and when t^ waoian who kept the bakery saw me pa^^s she e 
sent her son out with bread for the Ji€ngry crazy wcman. What a chaming seauel* 
I couldnH imagine why they said I^as eating gross until next dey as I held 
a tuft of grass close to ray ey:es^^b examine its flowers with my lens I realized 
what they had interpreted so abj^rdly# 
I found the Brazilians very kindly and friendly* A mi^isionary advised me to 
use my given name (the Portuguese form of it) instead of surname; as Dona Ignez 
I Wbs on friendly terms with them* The men ?7ere a nuisance sometimes. In Brazil 
woman ^s place is in the home and obedience is her part (mitigated by deception no 
doubt) about like England a century or more ago — ^I^m thinking of the plays of f/ 
Steridan and Goldsmith in which girls are expected to obey tlrir fathers and ^ 
marry his choice. One old man, in the interior of Bahia told me to go back to town, 
it was dangerous for me to be out alone. To get rid of him I started toward 
town then circled back out of sight I hoped* But he saw me and ordered me back, but 
I could walk faster than he could so he had to <zlYe it ud. For a woman to disobey 
him must have been hard to bearl Farther back in Bahia where I stayed two nights^ 
the -^^omen di scoirered that 1 wore trcusers. I make my tramp clothes of kahki,(:ind/^^' 
trousers alike. The skirt is a nuisance but I attract enough attention es it is^ 
If I wore knickers the re as I do here I^d have the whole population after me. 
'This night I held the naked baby in my lap and to warn her wrapped my skirt over 
her* In a flash of lightening those sharp-e3^ed women saYf I wore trousers. The 
men were just inside the door. I motioned not to let the men hear, and they 
