the French Colony. 
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tilted up and down ; in fact the foul Golgotha of 
Santos, Sao Paulo, the Brazil, is not more ragged, 
shabby, and neglected. We were shown the last 
resting-place of M. du Chaillu pere, agent to 
Messrs. Oppenheim, the old Parisian house : he 
died here in 1856. 
Resuming our way parallel with, but distant from 
the river, we passed a bran-new military store¬ 
house, bright with whitewash. Outside the com¬ 
pound lay the lines of the “ Zouaves,” some forty 
negroes whom Goree has supplied to the Gaboon ; 
they were accompanied by a number of intelligent 
mechanics, who loudly complained of having been 
kidnapped, coolie-fashion. We then debouched 
upon Fort Aumale; from the anchorage it appears 
a whitewashed square, whose feet are dipped in 
bright green vegetation, and its head wears a 
dingy brown roof-thatch. A nearer view shows 
a pair of semi-detached houses, built upon arches, 
and separated by a thoroughfare; the cleaner of 
the two is a hospital ; the dingier, which is deco¬ 
rated with the brown-green stains, the normal 
complexion of tropical masonry, lodges the station 
Commandant and the medical officers. Fronting 
the former and by the side of an avenue that runs 
towards the sea is an unfinished magazine of 
stone, and to the right, as you front the sun, lies 
the garden of the “ Commandant du Comptoir,” 
choked with tropical weeds. Altogether there is 
