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healthier than at the lower settlement, and appa¬ 
rently there is nothing against the place but deadly 
ennui and monotony. 
We landed at once, and presented our letters to 
Sr. Antonio Vicente Pereira, who at once made us 
at home : he had seen Goa as well as Macao, so 
we found several subjects in common. The factory 
enjoyed every comfort: the poultry yard throve, 
far better than at Porto da Lenha ; we saw fowls 
and pigeons, “ Manilla ” ducks and ducklings, and 
a fine peacock from Portugal, which seemed to 
enjoy the change. The fish is not so good as 
that caught further down, and the natives have a 
habit of narcotizing it : the Silurus electricus is 
exceptionally plentiful. The farmyard contained 
tame deer, and a house-dog fierce as a tethered 
mastiff; goats were brought whenever wanted, and 
the black-faced, thin-tailed sheep gave excellent 
mutton. Beef was impossible; the Portuguese, 
like the natives, care little for milk, and of the herd, 
which strangers had attempted to domesticate, re¬ 
mained only a bull and a cow in very poor con¬ 
dition—the deaths were attributed to poisonous 
grass, but I vehemently suspect Tsetse. A daily 
“ quitanda,” or market, held under the huge cala¬ 
bashes on a hill behind the house, supplied what 
was wanted. 
Upon Market Hill executions also take place, 
the criminal being shot through the heart. M. 
