SANGRADOR 
Large blocks of iron rock were exposed to the air in many 
places. 
We arrived at the third Salesian colony of St. Jose 
or Sangrador, near which was a small settlement of 
Brazilians — a bad lot indeed. One of my best horses was 
stolen here, and I was never able to recover it. I remained 
in that unpleasant place for three days, endeavouring to 
recover the animal, but it was of no avail. 
The Salesians had a handsome property, the agricul¬ 
tural resources of which they were fast developing. 
Sugar-cane, mandioca, rice, beans, and Indian corn were 
raised with success. Father Antonio Malan, Inspector- 
General of the Salesians, arrived from the west, via 
Cuyaba. He was an extremely intelligent and enter¬ 
prising man, who should be congratulated on selecting 
such excellent sites for the various colonies, as well as for 
the sensible, business-like fashion in which the colonies 
were conducted. They were indeed the only few bright 
spots where the light of civilization shone in those sadly 
abandoned regions. 
Here are the meagre entries in my diary for the two 
following days: — 
“May 29th. Remained at Sangrador in search of 
missing horse. Temperature: minimum 54°; maximum 
83° Fahrenheit. Perfectly clear sky. 
“ May 30th. Obliged to remain one more day at 
Sangrador. Horse missing still. All men have gone 
searching for it. Temperature: minimum 56 1 / 2 ° Fahren¬ 
heit; maximum 75° Fahrenheit. Elevation 2,050 feet.” 
It was indeed a great treat to be able to converse with 
so intelligent a gentleman as Father Malan after the 
company I had been in since leaving Goyaz. 
Father Malan was a man with a heart of gold and 
great courage. Under him the Salesians will some day 
continue their good work and spread happiness and cul¬ 
ture among the few Indians who now remain in Matto 
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