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June 12 - Santos 
We arrived in Santos at eight o'clock, and it was nice to 
have a steady ship under us, eicen if we were too busy to go 
ashore. Mr. Parsloe came down to meet us, and in the afternoon, 
when we had fed our stock and got things raore or less cleaned up, 
we went ashore. He took us shopping for feed pans and bird seed, 
and then took us out to his charming little house, right on the 
beach, for drinks. His wife is an Argentine, and a very jolly 
little woman. 
Alex Daver on turned up, with a collect ion of animals that 
Bill really doesn’t want. He had dinner with us on board ship, 
and told us great tales of his adventures in Mat to Grosso, in 
particular of a tribe of bearded, almost white, Indians, who 
speak silently to each other, depending more on lip-reading than 
on actual sound. 
June 13c- Santos 
We worked all morning with the animals, Prances and I 
beginning to be very fond of the yoxmg ostriches, whose appetites 
and curiosity and friendliness are all on a par. The Parsloes 
came on board to have lunch with us. John T. J ones, the would- 
be animal dealer whom Bill had tried to discourage on the way down, 
appeared with six capybaras, and Bill took one pair off his hands. 
We sailed at six-thirty without having gone ashore all day. 
Prom the ship we could hear firecrackers going off all over town, 
and learned that it was because today is the feast of St.. Anthony, 
'"he lovely 1 ights of the city were all a-twinkle when we started 
down the bay, and the city was crowned with the lights of the 
Casino on Mont Serrat , high above the town. The building as 
outlined at night, is a square box, with no apparent Aim more 
reality than a cardboa,rd palace. Next door to the Casino is 
a famous chapel, but. that is not illuminated at night. 
Daver on joined the ship, and came with us, as far as Rio, 
being very seasick, for as soon as we were out of the harbor the 
ship be 0 an to pitch quite badly. 
June 14 - Rio 
We docked early in the morning, but never left the ship 
all day. Bertha Luts and Dusky Gillette cane on board to see 
us, but we had too much to do to get off. xil so we don’t trust 
our cages, for a screamer got out again in the mi to ht , and Bill 
was wakened at two in the morning to go out and recapture it. 
Bights are pretty hellish, what with frogs croaking at the foot 
of rry bed, and screamers, nutria and wild dogs making plenty 
of racket xxgkx five feet from the head of my bed. In spite of 
our efforts at cleaning cages, the animals begin to smell. And 
last night when I got into bed, I found it full of birdseed 
that had blown in the open port. 
