ACROSS UNKNOWN SOUTH AMERICA 
of nothing. You have only to order me, and I will go 
with you, even if we. are to suffer again as we have 
suffered on this journey! ” 
Filippe was a good fellow. 
The other man when paid off received his money and 
his reward silently. He went out into the street, and 
returned four hours later without one single penny. He 
had purchased an expensive suit of clothes, a number of 
silk neckties, a gold chain, watch, etc. 
The next morning there was a steamer sailing for 
Rio de Janeiro, so I packed off the jubilant Filippe, 
paying a second-class passage for him on the steamer 
and a first-class on the railway, as I had done for the 
other men, with wages up to the day of his arrival in 
Araguary, his native town. 
Thus I saw the last of that plucky man — the only one 
who remained of the six who had originally started 
with me. 
On December sixteenth I left Manaos for good on 
my way to Peru, escorted to the good Booth Line steamer 
Atahualpa by the Commandante of the Federal troops, 
the representatives of the Associa^ao Commercial, Dr. 
Maso, and some of my English and American friends. 
It was with the greatest delight that I saw Manaos 
vanish from sight as we descended the Rio Negro. 
Rounding the point at its mouth, steaming towards the 
west, we entered the Solimoes River. This river is navi¬ 
gable by fairly good-sized boats as far as Iquitos, in the 
province of Loreto in Peru. 
I was badly in need of rest, and expected to get it 
on those few days of navigation up the river, having 
dreamt of how I could lie on deck and do nothing, as 
that part was well known and there was no work for me 
to do. But, indeed, on that journey none of my dreams 
were realized, for, worse luck, the steamer, which had only 
accommodation for ten, carried not less than seventy or 
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