CHAPTER II

PARA

The Swampy Forests of Para–A Portuguese Landed Proprietor– Country House at Nazareth–Life of a Naturalist under the Equator–The drier Virgin Forests–Magoary–Retired Creeks– Aborigines

After having resided about a fortnight at Mr. Miller’s rocinha, we heard of another similar country-house to be let, much better situated for our purpose, in the village of Nazareth, a mile and a half from the city and close to the forest. The owner was an old Portuguese gentleman named Danin,promotional usb, who lived at his tile manufactory at the mouth of the Una,custom usb drive, a small river lying two miles below Para. We resolved to walk to his place through the forest, a distance of three miles, although the road was said to be scarcely passable at this season of the year, and the Una much more easily accessible by boat. We were glad, however, of this early opportunity of traversing the rich swampy forest which we had admired so much from the deck of the ship; so, about eleven o’clock one sunny morning, after procuring the necessary information about the road, we set off in that direction. This part of the forest afterwards became one of my best hunting- grounds. I will

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accomplices, it may be of importance. Everything that took place
on such a night is important.”

We had crossed an old bridge thrown over the Douve and were entering
the part of the park called the Oak Grove, The oaks here were
centuries old. Autumn had already shrivelled their tawny leaves,
and their high branches, black and contorted, looked like horrid
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sculptors have made on the head of Medusa. This place, which
Mademoiselle found cheerful and in which she lived in the summer
season, appeared to us as sad and funereal now. The soil was black
and muddy from the recent rains and the rotting of the fallen
leaves; the trunks of the trees were black and the sky above us
was now, as if in mourning, charged with great,More money for the demolition of the villagers take no surprise Gailou cost of c,custom usb drive, heavy clouds.

And it was in this sombre and desolate retreat that we saw the
white walls of the pavilion as we approached. A queer-looking
building without a window visible on the side by which we neared
it. A little door alone marked the entrance to it. It might
have passed for a tomb, a vast mausoleum in the midst of a thick
forest. As we came nearer, we were able to make out its
disposition. The building obtained all the light it needed from
the south, that is to say, from the open country. The little door
closed on the park. Monsieur and Mademoiselle Stangerson must
have found it an ideal seclusion for their work and their dreams.

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