LIBRARY Gift of BASSETT AND CELIA MAGUIRE Nov. 1998 LIBRARY THE NEW YORK BOTANICAL GARDEN BRONX, NEW YORK 10458 12 South American Butterflies. \ TO THE RIVER PLATE DBACK - IISSION TO C:RIC TIONS .'-:o SOUTH AMERICAN BUTTERFLIES. 1. Morpho achillcBna (Hiibner). 2. Ageronia velutina Bates. 3. Heliconius phyllis (Fabricius). 4. Catagramma cynosura Doubleday & Hewitson. (Underside.) . . , F.Z.S., : 5. Stalachhs phlegia (Cramer). OF THE CAl IV^ CHANCELLOR OF 6. A grias sardanapahis Bates. 7. Cotaw /e5^'a (Fabricius). 8. Catoblepia berecynthus (Cramer). 9. Cattithea hewitsoni Staudinger. 10. Heliconius narccea Godart. 1 1 . Eresia simois Hewitson. 12. Eresia anieta Hewitson. PU1 NEW YORK Ube Tkniclr press :A JO8 ' N jbi- . . /A >\ <.\>\\\ . - x \vs\\svr V)A'>C .8 .o .01 i. TO THE RIVER PLATE AND BACK THE NARRATIVE OF A SCIENTIFIC MISSION TO SOUTH AMERICA, WITH OBSERVATIONS UPON THINGS SEEN AND SUGGESTED BY W. J. HOLLAND Sc.D., LL.D. (St. Andrews), F.R.S. (Edinb.), F.Z.S., Etc. DIRECTOR OF THE CARNEGIE MUSEUM, LATE CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF PITTSBURGH AUTHOR OF " THE BUTTERFLY BOOK," ETC. WITH EIGHT PLATES IN COLOR FROM DRAWINGS BY THE AUTHOR AND 78 OTHER ILLUSTRATIONS G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON ZTbe Umicfeerbocfcer press 1913 H7. COPYRIGHT, 1913 BY W. J. HOLLAND Ubc "fcnfcfeerbocfecr press, IRcw Co THE MANY CHARMING MEN AND WOMEN WHOSE ACQUAINTANCE I HAD THE HONOR OF MAKING IN SOUTH AMERICA I DEDICATE THIS BOOK PREFACE SOME who are now engaged in literary pursuits would no doubt be far more profitably engaged in growing corn. 'The first call' belongs to the stomach. There is always a market for breadstuff s. " Literary wares," on the other hand, often go a-begging. I have a friend who is a poet. For the last twenty years or more he has every day composed for the news- papers from four to ten stanzas of humorous verse. I complimented him recently upon the fecundity of his muse. 'Oh, that is nothing!" he replied. "There is a man in Kansas who advertises that he will write poems in exchange for garden-truck." Even poets have stomachs, and call for food. Corn may be traded for culture. Happy then the lot of the farmer! He needs but to carry his eggs to the market, and, if they be only 'tolerably fresh," he is sure to return with his pockets filled with jingling dollars or poems, if he lives in Kansas. In view of the foregoing reflections it may appear to be a daring act for the writer to venture to add another to the long and ever-growing list of books; more espe- cially to add another tale to the many which have been told by travelers. At first I hesitated, but finally yielded to the persuasions of certain of my friends, justly held in esteem by the literary world, who have vi Preface urged me to set down my impressions of a journey which at all events was pleasurable to me. I brought back with me from South America a large series of photographs, some of them made by my assistant, Air. Arthur S. Coggeshall, others obtained in places visited by us. During my journey, at such few moments of leisure as I could command, I made a number of sketches both in oil and water-colors. Some of these photographs and sketches I have used in illustrating the book. This book is not a manual of statistics; it does not touch, except incidentally, upon the history of the great republics of the south; it is not intended to be in any sense didactic; it is simply the record of a pleasant journey, during which I saw much and learned much which was of interest to me, and may also be of interest to my readers. If they derive half as much satisfaction from my pages as I had in my pilgrimage to the " Silver River " I shall feel repaid. W. J. H. PITTSBURGH, September, 1913. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. --THE DIPLODOCUS . . . . . i II. AT SEA . . . . . . .16 III. LIVING THINGS IN THE WATERS . . 27 IV. THE SOUTHERN HEAVENS .... 33 V. A DAY IN BAHIA ..... 43 VI. Rio DE JANEIRO ..... 57 VII. RAMBLES ABOUT Rio DE JANEIRO . . 68 VIII. SANTOS 79 IX. MONTEVIDEO AND THE RIVER PLATE . 89 X. LA PLATA ...... 108 XI. ARGENTINA . . . . . .128 XII. BUENOS AIRES ..... 147 XIII.- -THE DELTA OF THE PARANA . . . 166 XIV. A TRIP TO MAR DEL PLATA . . .187 XV. A MYSTERIOUS BEAST . . . .211 vii viii Contents CHAPTER. TA'.P XVI. LIFE IN LA PLATA .... 223 XVII.- -THE PRESENTATION OF THE DIPLODOCUS . 248 XVIIL A TRIP TO TUCUMAN . . . .260 XIX. LAST DAYS IN ARGENTINA . . . 286 XX. SAO PAULO ...... 302 XXI. TRINIDAD . . . . . . 3 ir -> XXII.- -THE LESSER ANTILLES . . . 334 XXIII. OBSERVATIONS AND REFLECTIONS . . 352 INDEX ...... 373 ILLUSTRATIONS (In Color) SOUTH AMERICAN BUTTERFLIES . . Frontispiece. PAGE MOONLIT CLOUD ON THE EQUATOR ... 26 SKETCH IN THE HARBOR OF BAHIA ... 42 VIEW OF Rio DE JANEIRO FROM THE HARBOR . 56 SUNSET AT SEA ....... 88 NATIONAL OBSERVATORY AT LA PLATA . . 222 PORT OF SPAIN, TRINIDAD ..... 3 l6 MONT PELEE, MARTINIQUE ..... 334 (In Half -Tone) DlPLODOCUS CARNEGIEI HATCHER ... I Photograph of the Skeleton Mounted in the Carnegie Museum, Pittsburgh. Total Length 84^ feet; Height at Hips, 13 feet. PRESENTATION OF THE FIRST REPLICA OF THE DIPLO- DOCUS TO THE TRUSTEES OF THE BRITISH MUSEUM 12 CROSSING THE LINE ...... 22 1. Some of Father Neptune's Minions. 2. The Chief Steward is Tumbled into the Bathing Tank ix x Illustrations PAGE VIEWS ix BAHIA. . .... 52 1. View, Looking down from the Balcony of the Elevator in the Upper City. 2. Interior of Church of San Antonio, Bahia. OPERA-HOUSE, Rio DE JANEIRO. .... 62 AVENUE OF ROYAL PALMS IN THE BOTANICAL GAR- DEN, Rio DE JANEIRO ..... 66 THE MONROE PALACE, Rio DE JANEIRO . . 68 STREET SCENES IN Rio DE JANEIRO ... 72 1. Vegetable Dealer * 2. Poultry Vender A GLIMPSE OF Rio DE JANEIRO FROM THE HARBOR, WITH THE PEAK OF CORCOVADO SHOWING ITS ABRUPT EASTERN FACE ..... 76 SANTOS 82 1. View of the Harbor. 2. Loading Coffee at Santos. Bananas Piled on Forward Deck MONTEVIDEO. 88 1. The Cathedral. 2. The Presidential Mansion THE PLAZA HOTEL, BUENOS AIRES . . .100 THE RAILWAY STATION, LA PLATA . . .106 TEATRO ARGENTINO, LA PLATA . . . .108 THE NATIONAL MUSEUM, LA PLATA . . .114 Illustrations xi PAGE THE PRESIDENTIAL MANSION AND THE PLAZA DE MAYO, BUENOS AIRES 128 A VIEW IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN, BUENOS AIRES ........ 146 VIEWS ON THE PAMPAS . . . . 152 1. Herd of Blooded Cattle. 2. Sheep. The Meat of the Country. SNAP-SHOTS IN BUENOS AIRES .... 156 1. Guanacos in the Zoological Garden. 2. The Dairyman. GRAND-STAND OF THE HIPPODROME, BUENOS AIRES . 160 BUILDING CONTRASTS IN BUENOS AIRES . . 164 1. Colon Theatre. 2. Humble Home. SNAP-SHOTS IN THE CAMPO . . . . .166 1. A Guacho. 2. A Country Market-place. MAR DEL PLATA ....... 186 1. The Beach. 2. Lodging House of the Hotel Bristol. HANDLING GRAIN . . . . . .210 1. Hauling Wheat to Market. Seven Horses Harnessed Abreast. 2. Grain Elevators, Buenos Aires. FARM-LIFE ....... 238 1. Wheat Sacked and Piled after Threshing on an Argentinian Ranch. 2. Argentinian Farm- wagon, Used for Heavy Hauling. xii Illustrations PAGE PORTRAIT OF DR. ROQUE SAENZ PENA, PRESIDENT OF ARGENTINA ....... 248 ON THE WAV TO TUCUMAN .... 260 1. El Tigre. A Favorite Pleasure Resort near Buenos Aires. 2. Tucuman, the Ancient Capital. BUENOS AIRES. ....... 286 1. Monument of San Martin. 2. Glimpse into the Cemeterio del Norte THE STAIRWAY AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE JOCKEY CLUB, BUENOS AIRES ..... 290 ACONCAGUA 292 THE IGUASSU FALLS ...... 298 SNAP-SHOTS FROM THE DECK OF THE STEAMER . 346 1. View of Mont Pelee. 2. Negro Boy Diving for a Penny, Barbados LIST OF FIGURES IN TEXT 1 . Diagram Showing the Succession of the Geologic Ages, and the Origin in Time of Animals and Plants ....... 4 2. Two caudal vertebras of Diplodocus . . 7 3. Breadfruit ....... 47 4. Jackfruit ....... 47 5. Eudcemonia semiramis ..... 74 6. Macro pus longimanus . . . . - 75 7. Dynastes hercules . . . . .78 8. Coffee in bloom ...... 86 9. Coffee in fruit . .86 Illustrations xiii PAGE 10. Skull of Sabre-toothed Tiger . . .115 11. Skull of "pug-faced" or Niata cow . 117 12. Group of skeletons of Pigmy Camels (Steno- mylus hitchcocki) . . . . .158 13. Carpinchos (Hydrochcems capybard) . .180 14. Crested Screamer (Chaunia chavaria) . .183 15. Silver-mounted Mate-gourd and Bombilla . 190 16. Vizcacha ....... 195 17. Mylodon robustus Owen .... 200 18. D&dicurus davicaudatus Owen . . . 203 19. Macrauchenia patachonica Owen . . . 208 20. Skeleton of Toxodon burmeisteri Giebel . . 209 21. Skin of Grypotherium domesticum Roth . .213 22. Ordure of Grypotherium domesticum Roth . 220 23. Cocoon of (Eketicus platensis . . .229 24. Head of Everglade Kite (Rostrhamus socia- bilis) ........ 233 25. Shell of Ampullaria canaliculate, . . . 233 26. Scissor-tailed Fly-catcher (Milvulus tyrannus) 263 27. Carancho (Polyborus tharus) . . .284 28. Nine-banded Armadillo .... 287 29. Armadillo-basket ...... 287 30. Pod of Cacao (Theobroma cacao) . . .327 31. Guacharo (Steatornis steatornis) . c . 332 32. Caricature from Caras y Car etas . . . 364 . t-ri HH S n- oo o ^ TZ w s O! --5 si CO CO H <5 -*-j o -4-> CO o o d "a, Q o rt CO 1-H o G c 0) The Diplodocus 13 like manner of the desire of the founder of the Institute, and they also expressed satisfaction. General von Loewenfeld with soldierly promptness resorted to the use of the cable, and on the morning of the following day presented a reply from His Majesty, the Kaiser, which was as follows: GENERAL VON LOEWENFELD, Carnegie Institute, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Sprechen Sie Mr. Carnegie fur seine Darbietung, die ich gerne annehmen will, und fur die mir durch das Geschenk erwiesene Aufmerksamkeit, meinen warmsten Dank aus. 1 WlLHELM. From President Fallieres, at a later date, there came in response to the personal representations made to him by the French delegates, a graceful acceptance of Mr. Carnegie's offer. As a result of the events just narrated it came about that at the end of April in the year 1908 the writer, accompanied by Mr. Arthur S. Coggeshall, repaired to Berlin and there installed in the Royal Museum a replica of the Diplodocus, following that act in June by rendering the same service in the Musee d'Histoire Naturelle in Paris. Meanwhile the Imperial Museum in Austria and the Italian Museum of Paleontology in Bologna had re- quested and been promised the same gift. The replica presented to the Emperor Francis Joseph of Austria was installed in the Kaiserliches Konigliches Natur- historisches Hofmuseum in September, 1909, and 1 Translation: "Please express to Mr. Carnegie my warmest thanks for his offer, which I am happy to accept, and for the attention shown me by his gift. WILLIAM." 14 To the River Plate and Back accepted in person by the Emperor; and the replica presented to the King of Italy was installed at Bologna in October of the same year. While the writer was in Paris in 1908, he made the acquaintance of the Grand Duke Wladimir, the uncle of His Majesty, the Czar of Russia. The Grand Duke spent some time in the company of the narrator exam- ining the replica, which was in process of being set up at the Jardin des Plantes, and in conversation about its discovery. Before taking leave he turned and said: 'In view of the fact that Mr. Carnegie in his great generosity has been presenting these remarkable things to various countries in Europe, tell him from me that he must not overlook Russia." In due course of time I mentioned the incident to our Maecenas, and he at once expressed himself as glad to act upon the sugges- tion. In the spring of the year 1910 a replica was installed in the Imperial Academy of Sciences at St. Petersburg. On all of these occasions the liveliest interest was shown not only by the learned, but by those in the ordinary walks of life. The Diplodocus has been called "the beast which has made paleontology popular." The reader now understands why the long journey to the southernmost of the American republics was undertaken. It was for the purpose of setting up in the museum at La Plata the seventh reproduction of the colossal mesozoic reptile, the bones of which had been quarried from the Jurassic beds of Wyoming in the summer of the year 1899. For various reasons the writer shrank from the journey. A multitude of uncompleted tasks stared him in the face; he feared the loss of the time which would necessarily be consumed; he was not in the best of health, and was in very low spirits. He endeavored The Diplodocus 15 to draw back and to substitute another in his place, but failed. Finally, summoning his resolution to the task, he went, and now he is glad that he acted upon the promptings of his kind friend, Mr. Carnegie, who repeatedly urged him to go. The voyage acted as a restorative. For a tired man, suffering from mental and physical exhaustion, there is no journey which can be made from the port of New York which is more likely than this to prove beneficial. The run across the Atlantic to Europe is now made all too quickly. The traveler is no sooner installed in his cabin than he must begin to make preparations to disembark. The voyage to Argentina, occupying nearly thirty days, over calm summer seas, in comfortable ships, which from time to time call at points which are full of interest, is to be recommended to any one as tending in the highest degree to recuperate exhausted energy. Of the pleasures of this voyage, of the thoughts which it awakened, and the impressions which it made, the succeeding pages will tell. CHAPTER II AT SEA "Thou boundless, shining, glorious sea; With ecstasy I gaze on thee." Friedrich Leopold, Graf Stolberg. PROMPTLY at half-past nine on the morning of August 2Oth the cables of the ship Vasari were slipped, and she made her way from her berth at Pier 8, Brooklyn, to the lower harbor and cast anchor opposite the Statue of Liberty. Large steamers docking in Brooklyn are forced to quit their berths before the tide begins to set toward Long Island Sound, as, otherwise, they might be driven against the abutments of the narrow channel before they could be pointed and brought into position to use their full power against the stream. An inspection revealed the fact that none of the luggage belonging to the writer and his assistant was on board. Appeal was made to the purser. "Were your things on the dock?' he said. 'They were. We brought them ourselves. Here is the receipt of the baggage-master.' 'Well, make your- selves comfortable! They will be found when we get under way. I have often met people like you, who raise a fuss because things are not in sight. Your stuff is on board. Go and get your lunch and keep cool. I will bet you ten dollars the things are on the ship!' The prospect of making the voyage to Argen- 16 At Sea 17 tina, lasting a month, with only two collars and a toothpick as a wardrobe was appalling. We did not ' make ourselves comfortable, " we did not "keep cool. ' We rummaged the ship and visited every stateroom. We had the baggage-room unlocked and inspected its contents. We went down into the hold. We 'raised Cain.' Our baggage was not on board. Resort was had to the wireless telegraph, and the tug, which came to take the agent of the company ashore, finally brought our trunks. The jolly purser confided to me after- wards that when the tug came alongside he overheard me say "There are my things!" and that he forthwith ' took a sneak. ' We sailed in peace. The pilot was dropped. The ship was pointed for Cape St. Roque, the easternmost projection of the South American continent, and we steamed away. A few sails were dimly seen at sunset under the shadow of a thunder-storm, which was hanging over the coast of New Jersey. These were the last sails to greet our eyes for fourteen days until we came in sight of the harbor of Bahia in Brazil. The path of the ship led immediately into the Gulf Stream, the eastern edge of which we crossed after we had been out three days. These were the hottest days of the entire voyage. After we had traversed the Gulf Stream we presently came into the region of the northeast trade-winds, and a refreshing breeze blew day after day, imparting coolness to the staterooms. In the region of the " doldrums ' ; or equatorial calms, there was, contrary to expectation, a pleasant wind, and after we had doubled the eastern point of South America we came into the region of the southeast trade-winds, and leaving the sun behind us to the north, reached away during the last days of our jour- To the River Plate and Back ney into the waters of the South Temperate Zone. We faced no stormy weather during the voyage. Not a single person, man, woman, or child, in a company of over one hundred and fifty first-class passengers, complained of sea-sickness. The 'fiddles'' or table- racks were never used in the saloon, and the purser informed me that only once during the past three years have they been called into requisition, and then it was on a midwinter trip, as the ship was approaching New York. ' I was afraid, ' he said, ' that we could not find the fiddles on that occasion, as they had been so long stowed away, but they turned up after we had made a hunt for them, and were in use for two meals. ' It is impossible to choose any route out of New York harbor which is more certain than this to lead into pleasant weather. The life on our steamer in most respects was like that on any other great liner, with certain exceptions. On the North Atlantic, between New York and Europe, in the middle of the morning passengers are offered hot broths and tea and coffee, and in the middle of the afternoon are served with warm drinks, even in summer. On the Vasari clam-broth and bouillon were replaced by ice-cream; the tea was iced; and most passengers elected lemonade instead of coffee. On the North Atlantic, even in July and August, rugs and heavy wraps are much in evidence; on the Vasari the ladies toyed with their fans and danced at night in airy costumes. Nobody thought of closing the ports until we had passed the equator, when it began to be cool at night. The first day out a huge canvas tank was set up on the forward deck and from time to time was filled with fresh water from the sea. Here every morning many of the passengers, arrayed in bathing suits, came for a At Sea 19 grateful and refreshing plunge. The tank every after- noon was a welcome resort for the boys and girls on board. Of children the ship had its full quota. There were five baby-carriages on board and five jolly babies were daily trundled to and fro, cooing, laughing, and kicking their legs in the air. Of larger children there were about thirty, who had many a game, and many a romp. One of the pleasant incidents was a dinner for the chil- dren, which was given the day before we reached Rio de Janeiro. On that occasion it fell to the lot of the writer to award to the young people the prizes which they had won in the "potato races, " the " egg-and-spoon races, ' and the games of ring-toss and shuffle-board, which had been played on deck. On the evening of the same day awards were made to their elders, who had joined in like sports, or who had won prizes in the 'bridge tournaments" and in the masquerades which had taken place. There was not a little musical talent on board; and a couple of enjoyable concerts were given in which professional and amateur performers joined amicably, and won the gratitude of their fellow-travelers. The company in the first cabin included a large num- ber of men belonging to the different branches of the engineering profession. They w r ere either going out for the first time, or else returning, to take charge of work upon the railways, or the great electrical enter- prises which are being developed in South America. A still larger number of the passengers were representa- tives of firms engaged in the manufacture and sale of agricultural machinery. One of these men was a veteran, and repeatedly had visited the interior of South America, going from ranch to ranch giving instruction in the use of American mowers, reapers, and steam-plows. 20 To the River Plate and Back Originally beginning life as a jeweler in a small town in western New York, he had drifted to Chicago and found employment with a firm engaged in making agri- cultural implements, and years ago had been sent to Argentina as a demonstrator. He was a typical "New York Yankee, ' ' and the recital of his experiences, told in his drawling vernacular, interlarded with Spanish expressions, was infinitely quaint and droll. The learned professions were represented by several physi- cians, lawyers, and clergymen, the latter missionaries returning to their charges after their furloughs. All were men of culture and refinement with whom it was a pleasure to converse. The " Crossing of the Line" occurred on August 3ist. The event had been anticipated by many with interest and curiosity. One gentleman, speaking about the matter, remarked: 'We shall no doubt feel it an hour or two before we get there, and probably an hour or two afterward. ' As the equator is an imaginary line, what my friend expected to feel I am at a loss to imagine. Another fellow-voyager approached me and seriously inquired ' how long I thought it would take us to get over the line." When I told him the feat might be accomplished in about a second of time he looked mysti- fied and even disappointed. I did not press him to explain himself. It would hardly have been polite to do so. To what sort of nautical acrobatics he was looking forward will ever remain a puzzle to me. On the morning of the eventful day a proclamation was read at breakfast, announcing that Father Neptune and his daughter, attended by their court, would appear on board at two o'clock in the afternoon, and then pro- ceed to initiate into the mysterious rites of his realm all those who were for the first time invading his do- At Sea 21 mains south of the equator. During the forenoon of the day there were many conferences between the "com- mittee of arrangements" and the proprietors of a circus, who were traveling as second-class passengers. At the appointed hour a procession took place upon the upper deck. It was headed by Neptune and his daughter. Neptune was clothed in a sea-green robe, held his trident, wore a crown of gilded pasteboard, surmount- ing his flowing locks which were composed of strands of oakum. The discerning eye detected under the disguise the rotund outlines of the purser; and under that of his daughter the somewhat diminutive form of the second steward. The reason for the frequent conferences, which had been held with the owners of the side-show in the morn- ing, now became plain. The theatrical properties of the troupe had been brought into requisition. The chief steward arrayed as a ballet dancer, and the barber, wearing the mask of a clown, on his head a fiery red wig and in his hands a razor three feet long made of gilded wood were prominent among the merrymakers. A motley company composed of the ringleaders in 'the smoking-room crowd" wearing masks and strange disguises followed. A platform had been erected in front of the swimming tank. On it the chief steward, provided with a whitewash brush and a big bucket of paste, took his place. Beside him stood the barber, stropping his gigantic razor upon a yard of burlap tied to a derrick-boom. The first victim was a young lady who seemed to feel that it was her duty to be initiated. She came forward smiling, wearing a silk gown. She seated herself upon the barber's stool. Her head was anointed with paste, the barber made a few passes with his mimic razor, and then in a twinkling, heels 22 To the River Plate and Back over head, she was flung backward and soused in the tank by the minions of Neptune. The ship's surgeon and the fourth officer were the next victims. They were followed by others until the tank was full. Those who were floundering in the bath now resolved upon reprisals. The first attack was made upon the chief steward. He was seized from behind and waltzed into the tub, from which he emerged looking like a drowned rat. After him came the barber, from whose pockets, crammed with colored papers, oozed bright green, pink, and yellow dye-stuff. 'Beau-ti-ful as the rainbow!' he exclaimed, as he crawled out of the tank and again took his place on the platform, and began to strop his razor. The fun now rose to its height. One by one the company of merrymakers were caught and pro- testing, struggling, kicking, rolling, were brought to the tank and flung over its sides. It no longer contained sparkling water, but a broth of paste, paint, floating wigs, and other accoutrements. Those who had met their baptism in it had an hour's w^ork before them in their private baths to remove the stains of their experi- ence. Each reveler received a diploma, properly signed and sealed by Neptune, attesting the fitness of the recipient to sail ' the seven seas. ' The ocean is glorious, but nowhere more so than in the equatorial regions. Each day of the voyage pre- sented a panorama of sea and sky in which the play of color and of shifting lights was dazzling. The water of the deeps of the tropical Atlantic, when seen from the prow of the ship, glows with color like the breast of a bird of paradise. Dark purples, lapis lazuli, re- splendent greens, soft reds, and rich bronzy tints melt into each other and shift and change with every passing cloud and every motion of the waves. The depth Crossing the Line. Some of Father Neptune 's Minions. The Chief Steward Arrayed as a Ballet Dancer. Crossing the Line. The Chief Steward is Tumbled into the Bathing- Tank. At Sea 23 and intensity of the blue tints of the tropical ocean provoked comment from even those who otherwise appeared indifferent to the charms of nature. At night under a full moon the reflection of the clouds on the dark sea was infinitely tender and pleasing. During the period we were on the Gulf Stream and until we were beyond the mouth of the Amazon the clouds were a splendid study. They are prevalently of the stratus or cirro-stratus form on the North Atlantic, but over the warm seas through which we passed there hung great masses of cumulus, ' thunderheads, ' as I have often heard them called, like those which rise over the land in hot midsummer days. The long cold streamers of the North were replaced by huge columns of soaring vapor, over which the sun cast a robe of splendor. Below them like a purple veil often hung the rain, showing that they were being forced to return a part of the burden of moisture which they were trying to carry away. I had looked for fine displays of electricity in tropical latitudes. Strange to say the only lightning I saw during the outward voyage appeared over the coast of New Jersey. 'Jersey lightning" 1 is famous. However, upon the return voyage we witnessed a magnificent electrical storm as we were approaching Bahia. We were close to the land and the night was very dark. The sea was calm. All at once a flash of lightning illumined the sky and revealed for an instant the hills, the beach, the palm-trees on the shore ; and then instantly the pall of darkness was thrown over the whole enchanting scene. We waited for a minute 1 This allusion should be explained for the benefit of those who have not pursued their studies in the Princeton Theological Seminary. In the Neo-caesarian dialect "Jersey lightning" is a synonym for "bad whisky. " 24 To the River Plate and Back and then again the fires of the sky lit up the sea and the land. It was an amazing and a charming sight, to see the world, bathed as in sunshine, rush into view out of the darkness and then disappear. It was as if a series of magnificent views were being projected upon a dark screen by the hand of a celestial worker of wonders. The writer found his favorite perch at the prow of the ship. There, either standing or sitting, he passed many hours watching the waves and scanning the skies. He was not without pleasant company. Many of his shipmates discovered the same point of vantage, and we discussed together many things which were suggested. The ocean is the gift of the nebula out of which the earth was formed. There was a time when it did not exist, except as an immense mass of heated vapor, which the hot ball of matter, about which it clung, re- fused to allow to rest upon its surface. But the earth slowly grew cold; the raindrops which fell upon it ceased to hiss and sizzle on its red-hot rocks. They drenched the mountain tops; and after a while formed brooks and rivers, seeking lower levels in obedience to the law of gravity. Ponds, lakes, seas, and oceans were accumulated in the hollows. It was a long pro- cess. Millions of years passed before it was consum- mated. As the water fell, it leached their salts from the slowly disintegrating rocks, and carried them into the seas. The ocean is a great dripping-pan, the ultimate receptacle of the waste of the land. The ocean is a grave ; at its bottom rest the remains of unnumbered and innumerable things which once lived in its waters. Much of the land to-day is sea-bottom from which the water has been withdrawn. The marbles, the lime- stones, and the chalks consist of the consolidated re- mains of the dead which once tenanted the seas. At Sea 25 The ocean is the mother of life. The destroyer has also been the nurse. Without water there can be no life Lean over the prow and listen to the sound of the rushing waves. It recalls the noise of the leaves in the forests when the winds are passing over them. I like to imagine, as I listen, that the sea is prophesying, and declaring that her gift to the earth is to be the wood- lands and the groves. The sun kisses the sea, and the spirits of the waters rise like Aphrodite from the foam, and, veiled in fleecy clouds, flee to the land, sprinkling the sweet distillations of a million leagues of purple water over the thirsty soil, and forthwith Flora awakens and weaves her woodland temples garlanded with blossoms. The lowly mosses of the North, the pines of New England-, and the palms of Brazil are the gift of old ocean. Sir John Hunter once said: !< A man is compounded of about twelve pounds of mineral salts and two buckets of water. ' The statement is chemically correct. Every one of us contains in his body a part of the sea, loaned to us for the time being and brought to us as a gift by the clouds and the rain. The earliest forms of animal life upon our planet were marine. From out of the seas came the first ; ' swarms of living creatures"; they were followed in due time by the 'fowls of the air " ; and later by the "beasts of the field. ' The final product of evolution is man. How recent, when studied from the standpoint of the geologist is the history of our race! I stood under the Arch of Titus in Rome a few years ago. I looked up and read the inscription. I said to myself, 'How modern! This arch was built less than two thousand years ago; the great reptile, the reproduction of which I am bringing as a gift to the King of Italy, lived fifteen millions of years ago; but 26 To the River Plate and Back he was even then a comparatively modern form of life, the product of an evolution which had been going on for aeons before his advent!' Will there ever come a time when the prophetic declaration, There shall be no more sea,' shall be fulfilled? It is possible. Swinging out there in the night is the full-orbed moon. There are no seas or oceans upon it, but it is literally covered with volcanoes. A glass of only moderate power reveals the peaks and the craters. These volcanoes are the best proof pos- sible that at one time there must have been an abun- dance of water on the surface of the moon. We know how volcanoes are formed. Water sinking down into the earth, which is still hot in its interior, is gradually heated and becomes steam. When the pressure of the steam reaches a certain point there is an explosion and a pyramid of mud or of lava is thrown up. We know that water is necessary to the formation of lava. The constituent minerals in the primitive rocks in the presence of water may be converted into lava at com- paratively low temperatures. The volcanoes on the moon show that this little attendant globe was once covered by seas. They are invisible now. What has become of them? They have been simply sucked down into the rocks as the moon grew colder and colder, just as water is sucked up by a sponge. The same thing may happen to our old world in future ages. And the air may at last go the way of the water, as it apparently has gone in the moon, which has no atmosphere. ~ o o 5 rt S 3 ^ ^ w >, +> o g -8 o ,x C^ ^^3 3 X O O 53 s - o jz; o +j a 2 PH CHAPTER III LIVING THINGS IN THE WATERS " In the seas and fountains that shine with mom See, Love is waking, and Life is born, And breathing myriads are breaking from night To rejoice, like us, in motion and light." -Bryant. WE saw but little life during the voyage. Now and then we caught sight of a school of porpoises in the distance, and on several occasions as I stood at the bow of the ship I observed these creatures racing with the great vessel as it forged through the waves. Once there were ten of them, five on each side, and they kept up with the steamer for twenty minutes, although she was going at fourteen knots an hour. They hardly seemed to move their bodies as they made their onward rush, except when they took a plunge. Just before they rose for their leap out of the water they made three or four rapid strokes of the tail from side to side, and thus propelled shot forth from the wave into the air and de- scended at a steep slant, only immediately to rise again. The open nostril or blow-hole was conspicuous as they emerged. The bodies of the two biggest specimens ap- peared to be scratched or scarred, as if they had been fighting. The race they made with the ship was quite exciting but at last they apparently became tired, and, shooting away to the right and to the left, disappeared. 27 28 To the River Plate and Back Hearts of muscle could not keep up in the race against the tireless heart of steel, which unceasingly pulsed within the great ship. For two days before we reached Bahia whales were rather numerous. We often saw them spouting. The water driven from their nostrils looks like a puff of rifle-smoke. None of those which I happened to see was very near to the ship, but an excitable gentleman informed me one day that in the morning, while I was at breakfast, a whale had been seen alongside, " and, " he said, " he stood up on his hind legs and looked me full in the face.' I naturally regretted having missed so marvelous a spectacle. In my wanderings to and fro upon many seas I have often seen whales. The largest number which I ever saw at one time was off the Banks of Newfoundland, in the fall of the year 1877. We fell in with a school of sixteen finbacks. Some of them were huge fellows. Having ' ' the freedom of the rigging,' I went aloft, and from my lookout near the masthead I had a fine opportunity to observe them. They came quite close to the vessel, and one of them, when within half a cable's length, breached, throwing himself almost entirely out of the water. The sea was quite calm, and it was exceedingly interesting to look down into its glassy depths and follow the movements of the monsters as they raced with the ship. The racing instinct appears to be almost universal among animals. I have observed it in the case of dolphins, porpoises, and whales. It is common in dogs, as every- body knows. I have even observed it in the case of butterflies. Riding with a friend one afternoon from La Plata to Ensenada, I noticed that specimens of the common Thistle-butterfly (Pyrameis) frequently rose from beside the road and flew along, racing with Living Things in the Waters 29 the carriage. I had my butterfly-net with me, and succeeded in bagging several specimens. If they had not pursued us, they would not have been caught. The small boy who runs along the pavement trying in a burst of speed to keep up with a passing automobile reveals the survival in him of the same instinct which is shown by the lower animals. This racing habit is curious. But we were speaking of whales. Bahia is a whaling station, and we were told there that the catch made by the whalers at that port during the past summer had been exceptionally good, and that over forty large whales, each yielding five hundred dollars' worth of oil, had been taken by the local fishermen. They go out in small craft, harpoon their mighty quarry, and then tow the carcasses to the shore, where the blubber is flaked and tried out. The only other mammals which we observed during the voyage were seals. These w r e saw in considerable numbers at the mouth of the Rio de la Plata. On our way from Montevideo to Buenos Aires at intervals the shy creatures would raise their heads from the muddy water, gaze for a moment, and then dive out of sight. There was a remarkable absence of birds during the early part of our voyage. I do not recall having seen a single bird upon the Gulf Stream. Now and then as we approached the southern continent we saw a few petrels, but it was not until we came close to the shore that birds became numerous. During the last days of the voyage, after we had left the tropics behind us, several species of gulls appeared in numbers straggling in the wake of the ship, and also numerous Cape- pigeons (Daption capense, Linn.), the elegant black and 30 To the River Plate and Back white plumage of which made them very conspicuous as they pattered to and fro over the waves, or rose and came circling about the ship. In the muddy waters of the Rio de la Plata cormorants were common. Shortly after entering the Gulf Stream, and there- after until we reached the Tropic of Capricorn, flying- fishes were exceedingly numerous. They ran in great schools. Standing at the prow it was highly interesting to watch them as they rose from the bow-waves and fled from the advancing ship. Some were less than an inch in length and when on the wing looked like small dragon-flies darting out of the water; others were as large as a mackerel. Occasionally hundreds of them would rise up together and shoot away. Their flight suggested that of a covey of quails. They often flew to a great distance. Now and then I noted individuals which must have flown a hundred yards, and sometimes, I think it is no exaggeration to say, twice that distance. Everything seemed to depend upon the way in which they met the wind on rising from the water. I observed them very carefully to detect whether in their flight they vibrate their fins, but they apparently never did this, except just at the instant when they emerged from the water, when the great pectorals seemed to quiver for an instant as they met the air. It looked as if they were trying to shake off the drops still adhering to them. The tail is used to give direction and to maintain proper poise. A hundred times I noted that, as they flew, they just touched the tops of the waves with their tails, thus keeping themselves pointed at the proper angle to the wind. One fine big fish as he came out of the water rose perpendicularly into the air like a kite against the breeze. It looked for an instant as if the wind, which was very strong, would blow him over backward, Living Things in the Waters 31 but a big sea passed under him; his tail touched the crest of the wave, and he was thrown forward into the proper angle toward the wind, and then, rising like an aeroplane, started off, making the longest flight I saw on the whole voyage, almost disappearing in the distance before he dropped, head on, into the side of a big roller. Flying-fishes are very good to eat. The flesh is firm and tastes like that of a Spanish mackerel. On the return voyage we took on a supply of flying-fishes ob- tained in the market of Bridgetown, Barbadoes, and for several days the bill of fare at dinner enumerated among other comestibles " filet of flying-fish. ' Standing at the prow of the ship we now and then saw sea-pens (Pennatula) floating in the water. They were deep purplish red in color, but were not very numerous. Occasionally we saw ' Portuguese men-of- war" (Physalid), their white floats followed by their long purple processes streaming behind them. Ugly things they are to handle, and the first officer told us a story about one of his inexperienced shipmates who some years ago had seen one of the things in the harbor of Bahia and seized it with his naked hands. The terri- ble nettle-like stings infected his right hand and arm, which became inflamed and swollen so that for over a week he was incapacitated for duty. Now and then we saw masses of Vellellidcz, which are closely related to the Portuguese men-of-war. They were not, however, nearly as numerous as I have seen them on the Pacific, between Vancouver and Yokohama, where untold millions of them at times cover the sea for miles. They are quite small, not more than an inch in diameter. Their short tentacular processes when examined near at hand are of a beautiful blue color, but as they appear against the white foam of the bow-wave they resemble 32 To the River Plate and Back bits of charcoal churned about and rolling over in the water. One phenomenon which awakened my astonishment as we went along the coast south of Santos deserves mention. When over thirty miles from the land spider- webs came floating through the air. These spider- webs were snowy white and were easily seen. I called attention to them at the time, and afterwards when on land I found that they were quite numerous. I did not secure any of the spiders which make them. But I saw them floating in the air over the pampas just as I had seen them floating over the ocean. Butterflies and other insects have frequently been noticed at great distances from the shore. Carried into the upper regions of the air they may be blown far out to sea. I have in my possession a hawk-moth, which flew on board a ship and was captured four hundred miles from the land. Only once did we witness a display of the phosphores- cence of which so much has been written by those who have sailed in the tropics. The night was intensely dark, the moon having not as yet risen. About the prow of the ship and along its sides there appeared to be great balls of fire flashing in the water. The top of every wave was illuminated, and far away toward the hori- zon every whitecap seemed to be twinkling with stars. The light is emitted by various forms of marine life. In this case it was of course impossible to decide what creatures they were which were giving forth this wonder- ful light, but it is quite likely that we were plowing our way through swarms of large jelly-fishes, or medusae, some of which emit phosphorescent light. CHAPTER IV THE SOUTHERN HEAVENS " A million torches lighted by Thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss; They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command, All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss." -Derzhavin. AT night, when we were not watching the clouds and the sea, we gazed at the stars. Less than a week after sailing the Polestar sank so low toward the misty horizon behind us that we could no longer see it. One by one the familiar constellations of the north disappeared from view. We began to look for the appearance of the Southern Cross. One evening just after sunset we saw * the pointers, ' Alpha and Beta Centauri, but the Cross had already set. On the following evening we made out the Cross just above the horizon. It was a distinct disappointment to many who beheld it for the first time. ; The flaming Southern Cross, " about which so much has been said and written, cuts a rather sorry figure in the sky. The captain of the ship said to me as we stood looking at the constella- tion : ' It is not a true cross. ' The stars are not located in relation to each other in such a way as at first glance to suggest the outline of a symmetrical cross; and furthermore they are too widely separated from each other to make the constellation impressive. In fact there are a couple of other groups of stars in the south- 3 33 34 To the River Plate and Back ern heavens which come much nearer forming " crosses," and one of these groups is known as the "False Cross. ' Only one of the stars of the four composing the Southern Cross is of the first magnitude; two are of the second magnitude, and the fourth is a star so small that it is scarcely visible except on very clear nights. During the greater part of our time at sea only three of the stars could be seen without a glass, and the constellation suggested a 'triangle' rather than a 'cross.' We soon grew tired of looking at Crux australis. But if the Southern Cross was a disappointment, the heavens above us were not. There were remarkably fine displays of the zodiacal light just after sunset; and when the afterglow had faded, the skies seemed to be fairly palpitating with stars. Some of these are ex- tremely brilliant. Alpha Centauri, one of the " pointers ' of the Southern Cross, is the fixed star which is nearest to our solar system. It is four and four-tenths "light- years" distant from us. That is to say, it takes light, traveling at the rate of 186,327 miles a second, four and four-tenths of a year to come to us from it. Sirius, the Dog-star, is approximately eight and eight-tenths "light-years" distant from us, almost exactly twice as far away. Alpha Centauri is twenty-five and a half trillions of miles from our sun. It would take a rail- way train, traveling with the speed of the Twentieth Century Limited, and making no stops, fifty-two mil- lions of years to go from our sun to Alpha Centauri. There does not appear to be any danger of an immediate collision with the nearest fixed star. I am glad I have seen it. The outlook is reassuring, and I can go to bed at night and sleep peacefully. 'The Clouds of Magellan,' stray universes, widely separated from the Milky Way, which they resemble, The Southern Heavens 35 though much smaller in extent as seen from our earth, attracted our attention. Detached groups of suns, so far away that they seem to be drawn together and melt into a pale haze in the midnight sky, they teach impres- sively the vastness of that immeasurable domain through which run the unchanging laws of Him who said, "Let there be light.' How infinitely little man appears when we contemplate the heavens in full view of the teachings of modern astronomy. If the Psalmist could say as he gazed at the sun, moon, and stars: 'What is man that Thou art mindful of him?' how much more reverent ought we to be as with bared foreheads we look up into the purple vault above us and reflect upon the illimitable distances, the tre- mendous velocities, and the prodigious momenta of the uncounted suns and worlds which are threading the mazes of space! Standing under the stars the paleontologist cannot fail to recall that his astronomical brethren in a certain sense are also paleontologists, ' l students of ancient things.' We have been told that some of the light which touches the human retina, as we stand at the eyepiece of a telescope, must have started on its earth- ward journey from the remoter points of the universe millions of years ago. In other words, when we peer through a powerful telescope directed toward the more distant parts of that great complex of which we are ourselves an insignificant portion, we do not see things as they now are, but as they were long ago. Could we behold the Clouds of Magellan exactly as they are at the present instant of time we might discover, because light is so laggard and has so far to come, that changes have occurred of which we as yet have no intimation, and concerning which information will only be received 36 To the River Plate and Back in our world in future ages. The remoter heavens at which we gaze are not the heavens which now are, but the heavens which once were. The astronomer, like the geologist, is to a certain extent the student of an ancient history. Certain stars attracted immediate attention by their brightness. One of my fellow passengers, who, like myself, was fond of : 'star-gazing,' approached me one evening with the request to give him the name of the 'planet'' to which he pointed. Its steady and brilliant light justified his momentary belief that he was looking at one of the planets, but it was Sinus. Even more wonderful to me than Sinus was Canopus, that mountain of blue fire, which after midnight glowed in the sky with a splendor second only to that of the planet Jupiter. If anywhere there be a central fountain of fire before which other suns pale into insignificance, surely this is it. Although it shines so resplendently, astronomers have not as yet been able to compute its distance from our solar system. We saw a number of meteors. None of them were very brilliant. It is really surprising how few of these things ever reach the surface of the earth. Most of them cannot be more than a few grains in weight. They come flying out of the deeps of space, are caught by the attraction of the earth, rush down toward its surface but the friction generated as they move through the air produces such a heat, that they ignite in the presence of the oxygen of the atmosphere and burn up before they reach the lower layers of the all- enveloping air. My dear old friend, the late Henry Ward, scoured the world in quest of meteorites. I loved him very much. I have on my desk a paper- knife made out of a sliver of a meteorite, which fell The Southern Heavens 37 at Toluca in Mexico, and which he presented to me. I do not know whether there is anybody else who cuts open his magazines with a piece of a star. The Ward- Coonley collection, which was the result of a great expenditure of time, effort, and money, contains speci- mens representing several thousand "falls.' It is one of the most complete collections of its kind now in existence. Ward often visited South America in quest of specimens about which he had heard. He used to tell amusing stories concerning his adventures. No hardship was too great for him to encounter if thereby he could only add another specimen to his collection. A great many meteorites have been found in South America. There is a big one in the museum at Rio de Janeiro, which came from near Bahia. When I was a student, the place which Ward occupied in later years as a collector of meteorites was held by my teacher, Pro- fessor Charles Upham Shepard of Amherst College. He was running a race with Professor Maskelyne of England in an effort to make the most complete col- lection of meteorites in the world, and before his death claimed w r ith apparent justice that the only collection exceeding his own was that preserved in the Imperial Museum in Vienna, The dear old doctor used to lecture most entertainingly and instructively upon the composition of these fragments of stellar matter which he had gathered. Among them, I recall, was a small meteorite which he obtained in a curious way. It fell one afternoon in the fall of the year and struck the roof of a barn, where two men were engaged in flailing buckwheat. It tore away a number of shin- gles from the roof, bounded off, and fell into a field near by. A small dog saw it fall and rushed out into the field and began pawing about the hole. The men, 38 To the River Plate and Back alarmed by the loud report, rushed out, and, attracted by the peculiar actions of the dog, went to the spot, and after a while succeeded in digging out the stone, which Professor Shepard subsequently bought. Upon concluding the recital of this story, the Professor was accustomed to remove his spectacles, and, wiping them with his handkerchief, remark: 'That was a wise dog; he recognized the Dog Star as soon as he saw it. ' The feat performed by the dog in this case was, however, surpassed by my friend, Professor O. C. Farrington of the Field Museum in Chicago. A few years ago hearing of a fall, which had taken place in one of the Western States, he made a series of computations which led him to infer that the aerolite must be lying approximately in a certain position upon the earth's surface, and then taking a train from Chicago, he went out upon the prairies of Kansas, and after tramping around for a time, found the very spot and dug it out of the ground. An equally curious case is that of the Saline Township meteorite, as it is called. Mr. S. A. Sutton of Hoxie, Kansas, was frightened one night by a blinding light and a loud noise, and thought the lamp was exploding in the front hall of his house. He sprang to his feet, and then saw through the window a great trail of dazzling light in the sky and realized that it was a meteorite which had passed overhead. Being a surveyor and mathematician he made computations, and at last by their help succeeded in locating the stone, which is now in the Field Museum. It weighs more than sixty-eight pounds. It is fortunate for the inhabitants of the earth that there is so little flotsam and jetsam in space and that meteoric bodies are as rare as they are. It would not be a pleasant thing to be perpetually colliding with the The Southern Heavens 39 remnants of smashed worlds. In 1827 a man was killed at Mhow in India by a falling meteorite. Strange things are always happening in India. Where people starve to death by tens of thousands, and thousands are annually devoured by tigers and killed by snake-bites, it would be singular if some one were not now and then knocked down by a falling star. The population in India is crowded, you know. When we had crossed the Tropic of Capricorn the fact that we were in another hemisphere began forcibly to impress itself upon us, as we looked at the heavens. Orion in September stood in the south with his heels toward the zenith and his head toward the horizon, just the reverse of what is true in the north when this constellation is visible. The tail of the Scorpion pointed upward. The ' Man in the Moon ' likewise had changed his apparent position. His eyes appeared to be toward the eastern horizon, as if he were lying on the side of his face. The sun shone in the north and our shadows pointed toward the south. Every- thing was topsy-turvy. But we were on the underside of the world, and seeing things as we might see them at home if we always walked on our heads. I have a friend who has a telescope with which he beguiles his evening hours. One summer night the man-of -all- work, a German, who had been a couple of years in America, having put the lawn-mower into the tool-house, came and stood near by, evidently filled with curiosity as he saw his employer training his glass at the skies. He was invited to take a peep, and explanations were given. Presently he turned and with evident amazement and pleasure exclaimed: 'Mein Gott! dose vas de same shtars I used to see in Tscher- many!' Of course! Both Germany and the United 40 To the River Plate and Back States lie north of the equator. But when one arrives below the equator one sees constellations different from those which fill the northern heavens. Many of them have been defined and named in comparatively recent times, and bear designations which are quite unfamiliar to us who have always done our star-gazing " north of the line. ' We are familiar with the Greater Bear and the Lesser Bear, with Cassiopeia and Androm- eda; we know Orion and the Greater and the Lesser Dog; but we have never seen Pavo, the Peacock; A pus, the Bird of Paradise; Horologium, the Clock; and Equus Pictorius, the Painter's Easel. The Air- pump, the Sculptor's Workshop, the Telescope, and the Microscope are constellations new to us. We do not see these and twenty other constellations either in Germany or the United States. The progress made in astronomical science during the last century has been as great as that which has been made in any other department of science. Much of this progress is due to the refinements in instrumental equipment which have been made possible by the ingenuity of men who have had at their command the mechanical devices of the nineteenth century. The huge telescopes which are used to-day could not have been constructed in those ages which lacked the steam- engines, the lathes, the screw-cutting machinery, and other appliances which are found in modern workshops. The science of astronomy owes a great debt to such consummately skilled mechanics as Alvan Clark of Cambridge and others. The invention of the spectro- scope and the application of the knowledge acquired through its medium has vastly extended our acquaint- ance with the physical composition of the sun and other celestial bodies. Many of the secrets of the skies The Southern Heavens 41 have been wrested from the darkness by the help of photography. In fact the greater part of the work which is being done to-day in the field of astronomical research is being accomplished by means of specially adapted photographic cameras. Photographic nega- tives are more sensitive to the action of light than the human retina, and the records which they furnish are more correct, and are of course permanent. "The personal equation' is to a certain extent eliminated in photographic records. No two men see things exactly in the same way; in fact, no two pairs of eyes are exactly alike. The testimony given by as- tronomers who have reported what they have seen, when standing at the visual end of the telescope, is as variant as the- testimony given by witnesses in law- suits. The camera, on the other hand, if properly adjusted and properly handled, gives sure results. Astronomical research in these days has resolved itself very largely into a quest for good photographic nega- tives of the heavens. The popular conception of the astronomer as sitting at the eye-piece of a great tele- scope, sweeping the depths of space with eagle eye, is reflected in the well-known lines of Keats: " Then felt I like some watcher of the skies, When a new planet swims into his ken." ''The watcher of the skies" nowadays is represented by a small piece of glass, coated with a properly pre- pared emulsion, upon which the distant heavens are focussed, and which is exposed for minutes or hours at a time to the starlight. The final result is a negative, which presents the appearance of an assemblage of white fly specks upon a dark ground. When one of these fly- specks is discovered to have become a little elongated 42 To the River Plate and Back the suspicion arises that it may be a moving body, its orbit traceable upon the background of the ap- parently motionless fixed stars; and when it is found after successive exposures to have changed its relative position from night to night and week to week, it is finally announced to be an asteroid, or the satellite of one of the larger planets, as the case may be. There is then proper joy in the astronomical world, the news- papers herald the discovery in large head-lines, the lucky finder is made a Doctor of Science, and has his name enrolled among the immortals. The negatives meanwhile are stored away in the vault of the obser- vatory, and common men go on toiling and moiling as before. It has been my pleasure to be personally acquainted with a great many of the leading astrono- mers of the past and present generation on both sides of the Atlantic. With some of them I have been intimately associated, and I have learned to entertain for them and their work the highest admiration. No study is more elevating and inspiring than astron- omy. It may, however, be questioned whether, viewed from the utilitarian standpoint, the results which are being achieved by it are as valuable to mankind as those which are being achieved in some other branches of re- search. In proportion to the large expense which is necessary in order to add a little to our knowledge of the distant universe what may be learned seems to be of less importance to humanity than the knowledge which remains to be secured nearer at hand by the physicist, the chemist, the geologist, the botanist, and the zoologist. But it is eight bells and time to turn in! - PQ - o I a 0) e H J3 o 0> ^ CO CHAPTER V A DAY IN BAHIA " Yon deep bark goes Where traffic blows, From lands of sun to lands of snows; This happier one Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun." T. Buchanan Read. ON the morning of September 4th, after having been at sea for fourteen days, we found ourselves approaching the broad harbor of Bahia. A long low point of land, at its extremity a tall lighthouse, jutted out into the sea on the northern side of the entrance. Over this we got a glimpse of the roofs and towers of the city. On the far-off southern side of the harbor were ranges of verdurous hills, which gleamed brightly in the sunrise. Rounding the point upon which the lighthouse stands, we made our way westward and cast anchor before the town. A couple of forts, one of which was originally built by the Dutch during their occupation of the country, guard the roadstead. The city stretches for a couple of miles along the curving shore of the bay, and is divided into upper and lower sections. The lower section occupies a narrow stretch along the water-front and is raised only a few feet above the level of the sea. Large docks are in process of construction. Behind these rise warehouses, banks, 43 44 To the River Plate and Back and office-buildings, in which various commercial firms have their headquarters. Towering above the lower city along the whole front of the harbor is a steep escarpment several hundred feet in height. On the upper plateau, separated by this high bluff from the lower town, is the residential section. Here are the homes of the affluent, and also of many of the poor. Here is the cathedral, and here are many churches, numerous convents, a great theater, the mint, the palace of the Governor, the medical college, and beautifully arranged parks. Here, too, are located many of the better shops, where goods are sold at retail. Access to the upper city is gained by circuitous routes leading around the great wall of rock which faces the harbor, or through a couple of deep depressions which interrupt its face. These longer routes, which must be employed for vehicular traffic, have been supplemented by inclined planes and a great double elevator, or " lift, ' which runs both by day and by night. We went ashore in small boats. A shower of rain swept over the bay as we left the ship, but was instantly succeeded by bright sunshine. The oarsmen hoisted a rude sail and we were not long in reaching the land. As we approached the dock we were impressed with the scenic charm of the place. The great cliffs over- hanging the red roofs of the lower city w r ere draped with the richest tropical verdure. The architecture of the houses recalls that of Lisbon and other cities of southern Europe. The buildings are tall and narrow, five, six, and even seven stories high, roofed with tiles. Across the water came the sound of church-bells, for it was a day of festival. After landing, my first errand was at the bank, for as yet I had none of the money of the country in my pos- A Day in Bahia 45 session, and without money the path of the traveler may be hard, even if interesting. It is pleasant to read books describing the adventures of tramps abroad, but it is preferable when in a strange land to have enough change to enable one to buy a banana, if de- sired. Brazilian money is somewhat anomalous, though quite logical. The unit is the real, which is equivalent in value to about iVo of a mill in the coinage of the United States. The principal coin of Brazil is the milreis (a thousand reis), a piece of silver worth in exchange thirty-one cents of the money minted in Philadelphia. Five hundred reis is equivalent to 15^2 cents, 100 reis to 3^ cents of our coinage. I drew ten pounds sterling on my letter of credit and found myself the proud possessor of 158,790 reis. Here appeared to be a sudden and marvelous accession of wealth, but "riches soon take to themselves w r ings and fly away.' There is another side to the story. The charge for sending a cable message to the loved ones at home, consisting of but three words, was 9000 reis; a ticket in the elevator which took me to the upper city was 100 reis; and the conductor of the tram-car charged me the same amount for carrying me about ten squares, when I got to the top ; my lunch cost me 5000 reis, and it was very simple and not particularly good, consisting of fruit, a leathery omelet, rolls, and coffee. If I had grown suddenly rich, I began to grow as suddenly poor. In the United States it is said that people have in re- cent years come "to think in millions"; in Brazil they think in milreis. The sign for the milreis is the well- known mark of the dollar, $. It is at first blush start- ling to have a memorandum presented to you in your hotel after breakfast, stating that you owe for your eggs and coffee the sum of 3$ooo; and it is positively 46 To the River Plate and Back alarming after a stay of five days to have a bill presented to you on leaving for ioo$ooo. But it is not so bad as it looks. While attending to my small affairs at the bank and in the telegraph office, I became separated from my friends who had come on shore with me. They told me that they were going to the upper city and would proceed slowly, so that I could overtake them. But they had vanished, and I was left alone "a stranger in a strange land. ' Solitude, however, is not necessarily misery. A man who is alone can often learn as much as one who is attended by companions. Making sure that I had lost my comrades, I boarded the street-car going east, and resigned myself to my fate. I did not know the amount of the fare, but selected the smallest piece of coin I had, 400 reis, and gave it to the conductor, and he gave me back 300 reis as change. How far the fare would have carried me I do not know, but we had only gone a short distance when I spied the entrance to a park. I beckoned to the conductor; he rang the bell; the car stopped. As I had been riding along the street my attention was attracted, as it had been before, to the fact that most of the people appeared to be of African descent. Bahia is in fact the capital of the "Black Belt" of Brazil. It is said that in the interior of the state of Bahia there are colonies of blacks who have reverted to the ways of 'darkest Africa.' The streets, filled with gaudily clad negresses carrying their burdens upon their heads, the tropical sunlight glowing upon the walls, the rich, luxuriant vegeta- tion in the gardens, brought back to me memories of northern Africa. Bahia would furnish splendid studies for an artist who revels in color. From this point of view it seemed to me quite as attractive as A Day in Bahia 47 Tangier and similar places now greatly frequented by painters. But I was at the entrance of the park adjoining the Governor's palace. It is located on the very edge of a steep bluff overlooking the city and the bay. The panorama is imposing. After wandering along the paved walk, protected on its outer edge by a balustrade of stone, and feasting my eyes upon the prospect, I turned to more nearly examine the various growths Fig. 3. Breadfruit (ro nat. size). Fig. 4. Jack fruit ( 2 - nat. size). about me and to observe what I could discover of tropical life. At the lower end of the walk stood a number of fine specimens of the royal palm (Oreodoxa regia) ; mimosas overhung the path with their delicate foliage, decked with blossoms looking like pompons of yellow silk. There were parterres of flowers and hedges of roses in full bloom. Here and there a yellow butterfly (Catopsilia eubule) fluttered about. I had, alas! forgotten to bring my butterfly -net with me, but consoled myself with the reflection that the species is common, and occurs, though rarely, even in Pennsyl- vania. Among the trees which shaded the entrance 48 To the River Plate and Back to the park were a number of large specimens of the jack tree (Artocarpus integrifolia). The species has been introduced into the American tropics from the East Indies. It is closely related to the breadfruit (Artocarpus incisa), which was introduced from the South Sea Islands, and has become universally diffused in the West Indies and the northern parts of South America. The leaves of the breadfruit are very broad and palmately incised, the leaves of the jack are much smaller and entire. The fruit of Artocarpus incisa is about the size of the head of a child, while the fruit of Artocarpus integrifolia, which grows out of the side of the trunk or the larger branches, is a huge thing, as big as a large watermelon, weighing thirty or forty pounds. The flesh of the jack fruit is coarser and more woody than that of the breadfruit, and not so palatable, though I must confess after eating roasted breadfruit that I do not regard it as a very choice viand. I have eaten things I liked better. From the trunks of the jack trees in the park in Bahia were hanging several large specimens of the fruit, at which I gazed with interest. It was the first time I had ever seen the plant in life. In a fountain in the park were a couple of small alligators and a big turtle, which a little mulatto boy was teasing with a long stick. As I was going out of the park a well-dressed gentle- man came toward me, and I ventured to accost him in the French language and inquire whether I was correct in my surmise that the stately building at the entrance was the palace of the Governor. He responded courteously in the affirmative and volunteered the information that he himself was the private secretary of the Gover- nor. We stood and chatted for a few moments. I told him that I wished to improve my few hours on A Day in Bahia 49 shore by seeing something of tropical nature. He ad- vised me to take a certain street-car, the directions for reaching which he kindly gave me, and by that means to go to the Vermilion River, a favorite bath- ing-resort by the side of the sea. I thanked him, took his advice, and was well repaid for so doing. Leaving the upper plateau covered with buildings, the electric tramway descends by a number of sharp turns into a narrow valley, where I found myself journeying along rapidly under a growth of fine tropi- cal trees. After a while we emerged from the shadow of the woodland and came out to the beach. Here the vermilion-colored cliffs were bordered by a strip of clean white sand, through which protruded great rocks clothed with seaweed where the tide reaches them. The blue ocean was full of dancing waves, which came roll- ing ashore, throwing up great clouds of spray. A headland covered with stately palms jutted out to the right, its red cliffs circled below with a wreath of white spume. Hawks and vultures were lazily sailing in the air. A fisherman on a catamaran was plying his calling amidst the surf. At intervals of about ten minutes he would venture out, cast his throwing-net, and then ride in on the top of the rollers, bringing in his catch of fishes, which glittered in the sunlight as if they had been made of burnished silver. As he hauled his rude craft ashore, an old negro crone, only a little less naked than the man, and a couple of children went down and helped him to disentangle the fishes from the net. They had already filled several large baskets. The fishes seemed all to be of one species, allied to the herrings of our northern waters. But what interested me most was to find the beach behind the sandy reaches full of flowering plants, upon which 50 To the River Plate and Back there were swarms of butterflies and other insects, many of them long known to me through specimens preserved in my cabinets, but which I here for the first time saw upon the wing. The hour I had at my com- mand was all too short. I could have spent days here content to observe the ways of plants and insects, birds, beasts, and men. I returned to the city as I had come, glad that I had at last seen a little of that tropical life in the midst of which I first saw the light of day, but which until that moment had been for me little more than a tradition handed down to me in my early boyhood by my father and my mother. Here everything recalled to me the tales told to me when I was a child of life lived in an Antillean Eden. I remembered that I had been told when a child that my nurse, bearing me in her strong arms, used to take me into the cane-field and pare for me a joint of cane that I might enjoy it. More than threescore years have passed since then, but I could not resist the temptation to purchase a stick of cane from a passing vender, and, paring it, I tried to conjure up a vision of my infancy when I was ' ' little massa. ' Alighting from the car which brought me back from Vermilion River I spied a party of my shipmates at luncheon in one of the hotels ; they beckoned to me and I joined them. After luncheon we undertook a round of the churches. There are eighty-four of these, most of them in the upper city. The Church of San Antonio first claimed our attention. It is a large building the interior of which is elaborately ornamented by carvings in wood, which have been gilded. They are said to have been made by resident monks, who spent a vast amount of time in planning and carrying out the designs. The effect is gorgeous, but not otherwise A Day in Bahia 51 impressive. I succeeded in gaining admission to the private quarters occupied as offices, meeting-rooms, and library by the resident clergy. Here were some interesting old books, pictures, and historical relics which appealed to my fancy more than did the heavily ornate decorations of the nave and chapels. The minor ecclesiastic who showed me around and explained everything in Portuguese was very polite and obliging. I spent half an hour with him and regretted that I could not have stayed longer. The views from the windows of this part of the complex of buildings are very charming, and I sat down at one of them and for a few moments feasted my eyes with the sight of the city and the distant hills. On returning from the little tour of exploration in the hidden parts of the church, I again found that I had lost my companions, and forthwith proceeded to visit one or two other churches, which were said to be worthy of inspection. But to one who is familiar with the ecclesiastical architecture of Europe, who has studied the cathedrals of England, Germany, France, and Spain, who has seen St. Peter's in Rome, and the gor- geous basilicas of Moscow and St. Petersburg, the impression left upon the mind by the churches of Bahia, some of which date back for a couple of centuries, is upon the whole quite disappointing. Their white- washed exteriors, standing forth with dazzling clearness against the deep blue sky of the tropics, are certainly more effective from an artistic standpoint than their interiors. Forsaking the task of exploring churches, I betook myself to the shops, the market-places, the streets, and lanes. There was little here which was attractive, but much to interest. The goods displayed were 52 To the River Plate and Back principally, if not entirely, of European or American manufacture. The great majority of the stores or shops consist of a single room with a high ceiling, open- ing out to the street, as do the shops in Spain and North Africa. At times I could almost imagine myself back again in Granada or Tangier. The merchants sit surrounded by their wares at their elbows; the artisans, the cobbler, the cabinet-maker, the book- binder, the printer, work in full view of the passers-by, and exchange greetings and carry on conversations with the people who loiter past the open front of the little rooms which they occupy. Some of the lanes are almost as narrow as in an old Moorish town, and once I had to step aside as a street peddler came along with his donkey bearing a pair of panniers contain- ing the wares which he was retailing. The incident suggested the Orient. I noted the fact that there was nothing in the way of manufactured articles which might be regarded as characteristic of the country, and used as souvenirs of my visit. The absence of artistic instincts among the craftsmen struck me. It is so totally unlike what is seen under like conditions, in many similar places in Italy, France, and more particularly in Japan. It might be imagined that in a land which is rich in its products, and where the necessities of life are easily supplied, the consequent leisure would lead to activities along artistic lines, but the impulse is apparently lacking. Something more than idleness and pictur- esque surroundings is necessary to awaken artistic yearnings and activities. The decorative, imitative, and interpreting spirit must exist in the blood of a people. Environment alone will not produce them. Africa since the days of the Pharaohs has not shone resplen- View of Bahia Looking down from the Balcony of the Elevator in the Upper City. Interior of Church of San Antonio, Bahia. A Day in Bahia 53 deritly in the annals of art. Portugal has produced few painters and sculptors ; you could count them on your fingers. The people of Bahia, representing in great part the blood of Angola, or other West African coun- tries, or the commingling of African blood with that of Portuguese sailors and adventurers, is qualified for exertion along many useful lines, but the imitative arts have not up to the present time taken deep root. There may come a change in the future; but it will be by a process of instillation, rather than education, and the result in the event will probably not be epoch- making. There are no arrangements in Bahia for warming the houses. None are needed. It is always summer in Bahia. The kitchen is the only place where fire is required, and the furniture for cooking in the homes of the common people is very primitive. Wood and charcoal are the fuel employed. I saw negroes carry- ing fagots of firewood tied in bundles and fixed as huge loads upon their backs, just as they do in Morocco, or as I have seen poor peasants in the south of France performing the same service. As there is little need of fire, so there is little need of clothing, except for purposes of ornament. In the case of the juvenile population among the poorer classes the necessity for other apparel than that pro- vided by kindly Nature is apparently not recognized. I passed a number of houses, where the younger chil- dren were playing in puris naturalibus . Thus arrayed they even appeared upon the streets, and I saw one fond mother leading along the sidewalk two little figures in bronze, which might have served as models for Cupids. The discovery of Brazil was made by Pedro Alvarez 54 To the River Plate and Back Cabral on March 9, 1500, although Pinzon in January of the same year had sighted land in the neighborhood of Cape St. Roque. Cabral made his landfall at a point which is now included in the southern part of the Province of Bahia. He thought the land to be an island and called it the Island of the True Cross, a name which did not stick. Cabral' s discovery was quickly followed by the sending of fleets to possess the country, but, as no gold was found, there ensued disappointment. The only thing of apparent value which was discovered was dye-wood, known then and now as "brazil-wood, ' and this wood gave its name to the country. Vessels were sent out to get brazil-wood and the 'Brazil- coast' soon became known. The first European settler was Diego Alvarez, who was a deserter from one of the ships which had gone out to get dye-wood. He established himself in 1509 at Bahia, and saved him- self from being eaten by the cannibal Indians by the use of his musket. The Indians nicknamed him 'Cara- muru " or " the lightning man. ' Eventually he married the daughter of a chief and had a brood of mestizos by her. Forty years afterwards the first real colonists of Bahia appeared and the half-breed descendants of Alvarez were of great service to them in dealing with the Indians. Founded in 1549, until 1763 Bahia was the capital of Brazil. Not long ago it was regarded as the second city of the country in commercial importance; but during the past three decades it has been outstripped by Sao Paulo. The population of Bahia has more than doubled since 1890 and is said to exceed two hun- dred thousand ; but that of Sao Paulo in the same time has quintupled and is now over four hundred thousand. The growth of these South American cities in recent A Day in Bahia 55 years has been quite as rapid as that of the cities of the United States. Bahia during the more than three hundred and fifty years of its existence has witnessed many stirring scenes. On May 9, 1624, Piet Heyn, "the Dutch Sir Francis Drake, ' took Bahia from the Spaniards, who, having annexed Portugal, claimed and held the place at that time. The capture of Bahia was a daring exploit, and was accomplished by Heyn in a hand-to-hand conflict against apparently overwhelming odds. The following year a combined fleet of Spanish and Portuguese ships, fifty-two in number, armed with eleven hundred and eighty-five guns and carrying twelve thousand five hundred men, was sent to recapture the place, and succeeded. The fleet was the most formidable sent out by Spain since the days of the Grand Armada. The valiant Dutch commander of the garrison, Jan van Dorth, had been killed in a skirmish before the arrival of the Spaniards. His successors were incapable, and though a strong Dutch fleet was on the way to rein- force Bahia, they came too late, for the garrison had already surrendered. Then in 1627 Piet Heyn came back. He had a vastly inferior force, but he was a man who did not know fear. He sailed into the harbor in the teeth of the forts. He ran his ship between the two biggest Portuguese men-of-war, and when the gun- ners on shore slacked their fire for fear of hurting their own countrymen, the intrepid Dutchman proceeded then and there to sink the flagship of the Admiral, and captured the rest of the fleet of twenty-seven sail lying under the guns of the place. For a while he roamed up and down the coast destroying or capturing every craft which flew the Spanish or Portuguese flag, and then returned to Holland with so much bootv in 56 To the River Plate and Back the form of thousands of hogsheads of sugar and ship- loads of hides that the coffers of the Dutch West India Company were enriched, and the Directors were able to send him out on an expedition to the Caribbean. In the fall of the year 1628 he captured in the Bay of Matanzas the great treasure-fleet of Spain carrying cargoes appraised at nearly fifteen millions of florins, and dealt a deadly blow to the sea-power of that country, which so long had been trying to strangle the liberties of the Dutch. From 1623 until 1647 the Dutch were more or less securely intrenched at various points along the Brazilian coast from Cape St. Roque to Bahia, and at one time it seemed that they would be left the masters of the situation; but political changes in Europe, mistakes in the administration of the Dutch West India Company, and the revival of the power of Portugal, led to their final overthrow. There are still many people who to-day express regret that the Dutch did not perma- nently occupy the country, and a prominent citizen of Bahia, with whom I conversed, said to me that in his judgment it would have been a great blessing for the land had the States General of Holland been by a kindly Providence assigned the task of developing the region and its institutions. It was, however, ordained otherwise. Cfl 5 43 --> e g -j 43 ' rt 0) a o rt o H, S hf a^-i-iJ 'w-'riL v* 4 i < . * - O O es O o t-H O U o u. w a> *-> a o o 1-1 0) (U 13 O 2 u- o 03 0) ~ w 8 0) 03 S O u CHAPTER VI RIO DE JANEIRO % Hail ! City of the tropic seas, Queen of the headlands, veiled in light, Pillowed among thy purpling peaks, Sun-decked, and robed in white! Thy feet are laved by Ocean old. Thy head is crowned with bloom, And Flora from her cups of gold Pours o'er thee rich perfume. ON the morning of September the 7th we came in sight of the mountains which guard the coast just north of Rio de Janeiro. They are bold in outline and their precipitous walls of rock in places rise up grandly from the ocean. At the openings of valleys were narrow strips of level land covered with forests. Occasionally a clearing and human habitations could be seen, and here and there were white beaches against which the surf lazily rolled. Fishermen in small boats were plying their business on the smooth waters. A monastery on a little rocky islet not far from the shore attracted attention. The forests of palms crowding to the edge of the water reminded us that we were still in the heart of the tropics. At last we turned in nearer to the coast. A crag, so steep that it looked as if a goat would have difficulty in obtaining a foothold upon its lower slopes, rose above us. Beyond 57 58 To the River Plate and Back it was a small island topped with palms. Still farther south, above the blue horizon, serried peaks guarded the dim distance. The bow of the great ship swung closer in shore, and was pointed toward the spot where the palm-clad island and the tall crag seemed to meet. It almost looked as if we were going to run ashore, but the big man with the kindly face up on the bridge knows the coast. He has brought ships in and out of these rocky inlets for forty years, and understands his business. The ship does not slacken her speed, but rounding the foot of the crag, passes through a narrow entrance, coming so close to the island that the waves which she throws up chase after each other and dash in long lines against the rocks. We are so near that we can do a little botanizing and with the naked eye can make out the species of the trees before us. Suddenly a noble panorama is disclosed. Tall hills on the right are topped in the distance by taller mountains. Dead ahead is Sugar Loaf, a huge cone of granite, rising, a great monolith, from the quiet water. Back of it in the blue distance are Corcovado and Tijuca, their slender peaks pointing into the sky, "the fingers of God,' as the natives call them. A rock which looks like the hull of a ship which has " turned turtle ' lies on the port bow. Ahead of us is a city, its towers and palaces showing white in the sunlight against the dark green of the mountains behind it. Scores of steamers are lying at anchor, among them, clad in mail, two huge dreadnoughts. We are in the harbor of Rio de Janeiro, the most beautiful harbor in all the world. As we came up through the narrow entrance a puff of white smoke rolled from the embrasure of a fort at the right, and was followed by a hollow boom, which reechoed from the cliffs. The discharge was repeated Rio de Janeiro 59 again and again. And then we saw that over the low rock ahead a flag was flying, and we made out openings in its sides, and presently from these the fire spat and the smoke poured. Other forts, here, there, every- where began to thunder. It was exactly noon. What did this cannonading mean? Oh! it was only the sign of popular rejoicing. The yth of September is the national holiday of Brazil and corresponds to the 4th of July in the United States. It was Independ- ence Day. We were running the forts at the entrance without being 'stormed at by shot and shell.' The smoke of the cannonade drifted out over the channel and became so thick that it partly hid from view the city and the shipping in the distance. We had chosen a fine day on which to make our landing. Rio de Janeiro was en fete, and as we emerged from the veil of the powder-smoke we saw that the men-of-war were gaily dressed with flags ; we saw that every ship at an- chor was flying the colors of Brazil ; we heard the sound of martial music coming from the shore; bands were playing; rockets were banging; and firecrackers were snapping everywhere. These Brazilians celebrate their "Seventh' with as much noise as we celebrate our "Fourth. ' And now the screw has stopped ; we begin to move slowly and more slowly still. As we hang over the rail we can at last scarcely detect any motion. 11 Let go ! ' comes the command. A hoarse roar of chains at the bow! a splash! we are at anchor! Before us lies the capital of Brazil. Owing to the fact that the stevedores at Santos were on a strike our captain had received instructions to discharge the cargo intended for Santos at Rio. We were accordingly informed that we would make a stay of from four to five days, and I therefore determined to 60 To the River Plate and Back leave the ship and go ashore. A strong argument for this course was the fact that I had discovered at Bahia that immediately over my cabin there was a steam- winch, which would be in operation both by day and by night. Proximity to this noisy monster would make sleep on board impossible. When selecting cabins for a coasting cruise, let me recommend fellow-travelers to look out well for the location of the winches. A winch overhead is worse than nightmare. We had scarcely come to anchor when we were sur- rounded on all sides by small rowboats and lighters. One of them brought a man who ran up the ladder, and called out my name. It was startling. Fancy at once conjured up visions. Could he have some dread message to convey to me which had come from far off, under the seas? I was speedily relieved and reminded that two days before I had sent from the ship a Marconi- gram asking that a room be reserved for me at one of the hotels. The man who sought me was the messenger of the house, who came to inform me that the only vacant room was at my disposal, and to help me on shore with my luggage. I was glad that I had sent my message. There are numerous excellent hotels in the city of Rio de Janeiro, located on the main avenues, but, as a naturalist, I wished to be a little nearer Nature's heart than I could be in these, and therefore, on the advice of friends, had selected a hotel which was in the outskirts of the city, half-way up the flank of Corcovado and embowered among the rich forests of its slopes. It was for me a happy choice, and a happy chance that my message had found its way through the air when it did. Leaving the care of my luggage to the courier of the hotel, I joined a large company of my fellow-passengers Rio de Janeiro 61 in boarding a steam-launch, which quickly put us ashore. A tram-car conveyed us to the terminal station of the electric railway, which ascends the slopes of the mountain and by which my destination could be most speedily reached. The cars are open, permitting the passengers to see everything. After a little delay we were off. The road rises rapidly. In half a minute we were flying along on a level with the roof of the great opera-house and many of the most imposing edifices of the lower city. Then we sped over the arches of the old aqueduct built by the Jesuit Fathers more than one hundred years ago. Under us were busy streets and flat-roofed houses which fill a narrow but densely populated valley. The tops of four or five lordly palms rise to the level of the tracks, and we were almost near enough to touch their feathery fronds waving in the sunlight. Having crossed the aqueduct, the road ascends the hillside and winds upward, past beautiful villas embowered in gardens, rich in flowers. The poinsettia flaunts its crimson bracts over the walls ; bougainvilleas in sheeted masses of purple blossoms, more splendid than the robes of an emperor, cover arched gateways; a score of species of palms, conspicu- ous among them the royal palm, raise their stately columns, fifty, seventy, and one hundred feet into the warm air; the perfume of blooming orange-groves invades the senses. The road winds to the right and to the left, at each turn disclosing a new outlook over the harbor, the tree-clad hills, the mountains encircling the horizon. Every view is a picture of transcendent loveliness. Higher and higher we rise. At last we plunge under the shadow of great trees loaded with orchids and freighted with pendant lianes. We are in the midst of the tropical forest. We look down into 62 To the River Plate and Back deep ravines where the sunlight glimmers on the tops of tree-ferns and feathery bamboos, where the monarchs of the forest have clothed themselves in bloom, white, purple, yellow; where birds of gorgeous plumage flash from branch to branch ; where great blue morphos, the jewels of the world of butterflies, gleam like huge sapphires as they lazily float upward and downward and are then lost to view in the deep umbrageous recesses. A glimpse at this world of wonders and the car stops at the entrance to the elevator, which quickly raises us to the outer courtyard of the hotel, which is to be our home for four memorable days. We find our- selves in an abode of comfort, with the forest all about us, but through the setting of its walls of green disclos- ing magnificent views of the distant city, the bay, and the mountains. Here I rejoice at the thought of 1 taking mine ease in my inn, ' and here I am happy to find a place from which to sally forth into the tropical "Urwald. ' It only took me a minute or two to deposit my impedimenta in my room, to fling open the shutters, and to see that the windows commanded a most noble view, and then to unpack my insect-nets and other paraphernalia of the entomological chase. It was near the middle of the afternoon and rather late for an ento- mological foray, but the temptation could not be resisted. My path led me upward through the grounds of the hotel, amid gardens and orange-groves ; upward through copses and thickets; upward by a path at the end of which I found that an observation-tower had been kindly built ; and climbing its stairway I seated myself, tired of the stiff climb and ready in the warm light of the declining day to yield myself to the enchanting influences of my surroundings. Overhead soared a w -^i'y " ^*. MJ -"-"fr , -^ 'J- JB *^gB " Jg^J^" '^ , 3> ^f 4 * - o a ^ - O u 0) w ^ o O "j_ '*3 O oJ 4H o3 S CHAPTER XVI LIFE IN LA PLATA "I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine, The orchard and the mowing-fields The lawns and gardens fine. The winds my tax-collectors are They bring me tithes divine, Wild scents and subtle essences, A tribute rare and free And more magnificent than all, My window keeps for me A glimpse of blue immensity, A little Strip of sea. " Lucy Larcom. THE greater part of the time which we spent in La Plata was necessarily devoted to our tasks in the Museum. But there were a number of holidays and holy days when our labors were interrupted. As in all Latin lands the calendar of the Church is observed. Interruptions due to this cause and the comparatively short hours at the Museum gave opportunity now and then to take long walks. The extreme flatness of the region did not at first glance hold out promise of enter- tainment, but there are other things besides hills and mountains which lend interest to a stroll in the country. Flat lands are not without their attractive features. Some of the most delightful pedestrian excursions I have ever made were along the dikes and ditches of Holland. When I was a lad and lived for a few months in In- 223 224 To the River Plate and Back diana, although I missed the mountains and the hills, among which I had passed my earlier years, I neverthe- less derived great pleasure from rambling through the fields. So it was also here in this flattest of all flat lands, the Province of Buenos Aires. The sky in level countries, as boundless as that which lifts its vault over the ocean, possesses a charm which partly compen- sates for the lack of variety due to the absence of broken or rugged surfaces. Though so broad, the sky over prairie-lands always seems to possess a different quality from the sky above the sea, whether because of reflec- tions from the surface or the presence of minute par- ticles of dust in the lower regions of the air. This difference is noticeable at the coast, where in looking in one direction the observer sees the sky above the water, and in the other the sky above the land. This differ- ence is most plainly discernible just above the horizon- line. The vegetation of flat lands always differs from that of hilly countries, and in consequence foregrounds as well as backgrounds vary in the two cases. Not only from the standpoint of the artist, who sees the surface of things, and notes forms and colors, but also from that of the naturalist there is much of interest to be observed in level countries. Such lands generally are fertile, and even if there be no great variety, there is luxuriance and richness of color in their vegetable growths. There are no lusher greens than those of the New Jersey flats or of the pasture-lands of Zeeland in early summer. And so it was in the environs of La Plata. The pampas 'arrayed in living green,' over which was bent the blue dome of the sky, proved attractive enough to me to invite me to repeat on several occasions the first stroll which I had taken into el campo. At such times I found it most agreeable to Life in La Plata 225 employ the services of a cochero to drive me out through the city and its immediate suburbs, setting me down at a given point, to which he received instructions to return several hours afterwards, and from which he brought me back to the Observatory. Once I went to Ensenada, cutting across the fields ; once I took a long stroll north- ward in the direction of Buenos Aires, and a number of times I walked out to the south and the west of the city. It was a pleasure to escape from paved streets, to feel under foot the green sod of the country roads, to observe the growing things, in which the pulses of springtime were asserting themselves, to listen to the voices of nature, overhead the sky, ' that shameless blue sky, ' which Signer Negri said he loathed, but which always seemed beautiful to me, and which did not always retain its blue tint, being sometimes overcast with the clouds of an approaching storm or sometimes in the evening just before sunset breaking into a veritable riot of color. In my rambles about La Plata I was struck by the fact that many of the plants by the roadsides and in the fields were old acquaintances. The same process which has gone on in the United States is going on here. As European weeds have taken possession of the whole Atlantic seaboard in North America, so they are taking possession of the littoral of Argentina. Seventy-five years ago Charles Darwin called attention to the fact that the European fennel had escaped from cultivation, and noted that 'in great profusion' it covered "the ditch-banks in the neighborhood of Buenos Aires, Montevideo, and other towns.' 1 It certainly has not ceased to propagate itself since his day and is every- where in evidence. Darwin also called attention to the abundance of the cardoon (Cynara cardnnculus) and 15 226 To the River Plate and Back the mottled-leaved thistle of the pampas. Both are immigrant from Europe. The cardoon, its silvery bluish green multifid leaves strongly contrasting with the darker green of the grasses, covers wide tracts in the fields and by the roadsides, and in spots has taken complete possession of the slopes of the railway em- bankments. It is the wild form of the artichoke, and its buds are used as food, the fleshy base being pared, boiled, and served as a vegetable. It grows every- where except in the very hot lands of the tropical north. Associated with it is the plant which Darwin speaks of as the "giant thistle of the pampas. ' This is also an adventitious plant, which has found its way into the country from the southern parts of Europe. It is known as 'Milk-Thistle' (Silybitm marianum) and has large wavy spinous leaves, of which those growing near the ground are dark green, mottled with white, recalling in their color-scheme the leaves of the Asarum caulescens, the Kamo-awoi of Japan, which was used as the crest of the Tokugawa shoguns. The white stain on the rosette-leaves of this thistle according to a legend current in southern Europe was caused by the falling of a drop of the milk of the Virgin Mary, and it was in allusion to this legend that it received the speci- fic name marianum. The French call the plant Char- don Marie. In the lands of the Mediterranean it is cultivated to some extent; its young leaves being used as a spring salad, its roots employed as pot-herbs, and the heads being treated like those of the artichoke. These two species of thistle have literally taken posses- sion of the land about the River Plate. They had done so already a century ago, and Darwin in speaking of the cardoon says, " I doubt whether any case is on record of an invasion on so grand a scale of one plant over the Life in La Plata 227 aborigines. ' In speaking of the matter to one of my friends he informed me that the advent of these thistles is not altogether to be regarded as having been a curse. "If it had not been for the thistles," he said, ;< a few years ago, when we had a terrible drought, a great deal more of the live stock would have been lost than actually was the case. The cattle, which ordinarily refuse to eat the leaves, took to them, and their lives were saved. ' I was astonished to see the hemlock (Conium macu- latum), recalling the tragic death of Socrates, growing everywhere in the rankest profusion. As this plant is said to be fatal to philosophers and cattle, though it may be eaten by asses and goats, I was surprised to see thickets of it springing up on the grazing lands on which is kept some of the finest blooded stock in Argentina. Various European grasses are common. The white clover (Trifolium repens) is found everywhere as with us, and so are various other species of the same genus, all adventitious from southern Europe. Chickweed, bed-straw, purslane, shepherd's-purse, and ragweed were found growing by the road. I was impressed by the fact that not only these, but scores of other Euro- pean and North American weeds, the 'tramps" of the vegetable world, have found congenial soil in these lands of the South Temperate Zone, and are apparently slowly replacing the native flora. Just as the people of Europe have exterminated the aborigines, so the weeds of Europe are exterminating the lowly plants of the region, and are surely taking possession of the soil. As I have already remarked elsewhere the inhabitants of Argentina manifest a preference for the eucalyptus as a shade-tree, and it appears about almost all farm- houses. The Araucaria is also frequently planted. 228 To the River Plate and Back The genus Araucaria, which is related to the pines of the northern hemisphere, but differs from them strikingly in general appearance, is represented by several South American species, one of which known as the " Monkey- puzzle' 1 or 'Chili pine" (Araucaria imbricata) forms great forests in the southern part of the Andean regions. It apparently thrives well in the latitude of Buenos Aires. Its stately relative, the Norfolk pine (Araucaria excelsa), which in its native haunts often grows to the height of two hundred feet, is also to be occasionally seen in plantations in the vicinity of La Plata. Two or three species of Casuarina are also extensively planted. The 'Pride-of -India" (Melia azedarach) is another tree which seems to enjoy popularity, and is of ten seen along the highways and about rail way stations. Every one who has visited Spain or Morocco has learned to know the ' Bellasombra-tree " (Phytolacca dioica). This great tree, related to the pokeberry of our way- sides and waste places, is not uncommon about the estancias in the vicinity of Buenos Aires. Its huge fleshy roots, which grow on the surface of the soil, covering an area almost as great as the branches, look like great coiled and twisted serpents upon the ground, but, although the tree attains goodly proportions, and the broad leaves afford a grateful shade, I have con- ceived a prejudice against it, on account of its tendency like a great vegetable cancer to cover the soil with its spongy and unsightly roots. I imagine that it was introduced from Spain, and the specimens I saw about La Plata appear to indicate that they must have been planted long ago. All of the trees of this species which I saw were mature. The largest specimen I observed stood in the courtyard of a dilapidated farmhouse, and I should say that it must be fully fifty years old, Life in La Plata 229 being at least four feet in diameter five feet from the ground. Various species of acacia are grown, and seem to propagate themselves as freely as does our locust-tree (Robinia pseudacacia) . These plants seemed to be particularly liable to the attack of a species of bag- worm (GELketicus platensis) , innumerable cocoons of which were pendent upon their branches. This same insect appears to ravage the poplars and willows. The euca- lyptus escapes from their at- tacks, but I observed that a great many species of decidu- ous trees were infested by these curious insects. The fe- male is wingless, as is the case with all of the species of the genus; the male is able to fly. The female remains in the co- coon, and is little more than a living mass of eggs. After fer- tilization has occurred the eggs Fi - 23. Cocoon of (Eketi- hatch, and, emerging from the cus platensis ' Nat ' size " silken sack which has been the nuptial couch and then the coffin of the mother, the little caterpillars crawl forth and the cycle of life is renewed. The small water- courses and shallow ponds which abound in the neigh- borhood of La Plata are all beginning to be lined with willows and osiers. In such places I also found Arundo donax, the common reed of southern Europe. I saw a couple of fields in the outskirts of La Plata where this plant was being cultivated, but I observed that it had also escaped in spots and was propagating itself. According to Otto Kunze seventy-five per cent, of the plants growing in the immediate vicinity of Buenos Aires and La Plata are introduced species, the majority 230 To the River Plate and Back of which have come from Mediterranean lands. It is odd to think how thoroughly the region is becoming affiliated with the region from which its early European settlers came, and that not only its human inhabitants, but its shrubs and grasses, its flowers and its fruits, should be Iberian or Italian in their origin. To the north under the hot sun of the tropics this is not the case. There the men and the plants of the Temperate Zone have a struggle for existence, in which the odds appear to be against them. On my tramps I naturally was much interested in studying the habits of the birds. In a grove of willows which I found about a mile and a half north of La Plata I discovered hundreds of the Seed-finch (Sycalis luteola) , congregating among the branches and filling the air with incessant twitterings and low warblings, which reminded me of that passage in Holy Writ, which likens the sound of the voices of the multitude before the Throne to "the voice of many w r aters. ' It was an un- interrupted stream of tiny bird-voices, which gathered and swelled into a great volume of sound, resembling that of a brook or small river tinkling over the stones and pebbles. The little creatures seemed to be so intent upon their chorus that they allowed me to creep in among the trees without at first being disturbed or ceasing their music. They are about as large as a canary bird, olive-green above, yellowish below, and admirably adapted by their coloration to concealment among the foliage of the willows, which were in their vernal dress. I was able to study them closely with the help of my opera-glasses, but after a while they seemed suddenly to take fright, and with a great rush of wings flew away in a cloud to an adjoining field, where there were otner willows, and whither I did not try to follow Life in La Plata 231 them, as to have done so would have led me through a lot of deep mire. I am sure their fright was occasioned by a hawk, which was prowling around, and which I saw afterwards alighting upon a stake with one of the songsters in his talons, which he proceeded to tear up and devour after the manner of hawks. While I was engaged in studying the ways of the Seed-finches, my attention was attracted to the per- formances of a couple of Guiras (Guira guira). These birds, which belong to the family of the cuckoos, are about sixteen inches in length, ten of the sixteen inches being composed of the tail, which when the bird is on the wing is spread out like a fan. The tail-feathers are conspicuously colored, the two in the middle being dark brown, while the others are yellow at the base, glossy green in the middle, and white at the end. Their bills are red and they have a crest of reddish brown feathers upon their heads. The back and rump are white, as is also the breast, save for a few blackish streaks; the wings are blackish, marked with white. Altogether the bird is rather conspicuously colored. It is a very noisy fowl. It seems to have the habit of flying about and pitching on the tops of trees and hang- ing on the ends of branches uttering a succession of harsh cries and curious discordant notes, which suggest unhappiness and general discontent. There were some of these birds which haunted the grove about the Ob- servatory, and at sunrise they used to make a great racket, but though I got a good view of them once or twice, and often heard their cries, I had my best chance to watch them in the willow-grove, where the two of w r hich I have spoken remained after the Seed-finches took their flight. Hudson tells us that Azara, who wrote more than a hundred years ago, said these 232 To the River Plate and Back birds were at that time common in Paraguay, but scarce in the neighborhood of Buenos Aires. Times have changed, and they are now quite common about La Plata, but there is reason to think that they are tropical birds, which for some cause are trying to adapt themselves to the more temperate climate of the south, for which nature has not quite prepared them, as they lack plumage with which to resist the cold. Hudson says that they often die of cold in the winter, in spite of the fact that at that time of the year they have the habit of congregating in flocks and roosting huddled to- gether upon the branches in order to keep warm. They are said to be somewhat foul in their habits, and to be very prolific. The latter fact, and the fact that they find with the advent of civilized man into the region a greater supply of food than was formerly the case, seems to account for their survival and their increase in a part of the country which they have only recently invaded. About the roots of the willow-grove there ran a small brooklet, not more than a foot or two wide. What was my surprise to discover that this tiny stream of water was full of mussel-shells and of great fresh-water snails belonging to the genus Ampullaria. I obtained speci- mens of the latter, which my colleague, Dr. Arnold E. Ortmann, since my return has determined to be Am- pullaria canaliculata D'Orbigny. A number of these shells were lying about on the greensward under the trees, evidently recently having been robbed of their content, consisting of the animal which tenanted them in life. Empty shells of the same species were found here and there under telegraph poles and along the fences. The explanation of this fact is found in the habits of the commonest hawk of the region, the Ever- Life in La Plata 233 glade Kite, as it is called in Florida (Rostrhamus socia- bilis), rather a rare bird in North America, but the commonest of all the hawks in the meadow-lands about La Plata. This bird has a very strongly curved beak; in fact its beak is more strongly curved than is the case in any other bird of the group to which it belongs. The purpose of this strong curvature of the beak is realized when we learn that its staple food consists of the snails which it finds in the arroyos and shallow pools of the pampas, and which it extracts from their shells. When Fig. 24. Head of Everglade Kite (Rostrhamus sociabilis}. | Fig. 25. Shell of Ampnllaria canaliculata. | nat. size. nat. size. I was a small boy I was set by my father, who was a conchologist, at the task of collecting the land-shells of the neighborhood where we lived. In order to remove the animals from the shells and prepare them for the cabinet I was taught to scald them in hot water, and then with a crooked pin to pull out the snails. The crooked pin which I employed served exactly the same purpose as the very crooked beak of these Everglade Kites. The birds in great numbers frequent the swampy lands and the borders of the small streams. Having found a snail-shell, an Ampullaria, they carry it to the top of a stake or a telegraph pole, and then, holding it 234 To the River Plate and Back in their talons, insert their long curved beaks, and with a quick movement pull out the snail, which they devour, w r hile letting the shell fall to the ground. No owner of an oyster-stand in Fulton Market could be quicker or more adroit in getting the fish out of the shell than these small cousins of the eagle. On all occasions when going into the country I took with me my nets and other material for collecting in- sects. Of these I obtained a number, but the season was still too early for many species. Just as April is not the best time in the Middle States to collect our most interesting insects, so in the vicinity of Buenos Aires, October is not the most favorable month for the ento- mologist. The collecting grew better as the weeks passed by, and just before I left it seemed that many of the more showy insects were taking wing. Butterflies and moths were scarce even on sunny days, and but few species appeared. Insects of other orders were more numerous, but most of my captures represented the smaller diptera, hymenoptera, and coleoptera. Dr. Carlos Bruch has in his possession a wonderful collec- tion of the beetles of Argentina, most beautifully arranged, and accurately determined. I spent a part of an afternoon, after the Museum had closed, in look- ing at his treasures. He has published a number of very valuable papers upon the beetles of the country and has illustrated them with fine drawings executed by himself. The good Doctor is not only a scientist, but also an artist. He has latterly taken up the work of studying the ants of the region. Of these there are a great many species, which have very curious habits, and are endowed with wonderful intelligence. The hymenop- tera the ants, bees, and wasps constitute the aristoc- racy of learning in the insect world. They appear to Life in La Plata 235 have more intelligence on the average than any other order of insects. Ever since the days of Solomon this fact has been recognized. It would require a large volume to relate what has already been learned as to the habits of these tiny creatures in South American lands, and the field has only been partially investigated. I was much interested in the ways of one species of ant, which is quite common in Argentina, and which has for ages been engaged in growing mushrooms. They are commonly known as 'leaf -cutting ants.' On a num- ber of occasions I found them at work. They construct great underground galleries or cellars deep in the earth. Into these they carry masses of bits of green foliage, which they pile up in thick layers. In the beds of vegetable compost, which they thus construct, are implanted the spawn of certain fungi, which in the heat and moisture of these pits develop and grow and furnish an abundant supply of food, when other food is not easily available. It was a truly wonderful sight to watch the little creatures engaged in their labors. There was a nest or burrow of these ants under a pile of old rails, which was lying and rusting beside the railway track between La Plata and Ensenada. The entrance was at one side of the pile of rails, and could be seen plainly by stooping down and peering between the rails. The ants in a double stream were constantly pouring into this and emerging. Every ant which went in had a bit of a green leaf, which he had cut from the border of a leaf of alfalfa, which he carried between his mandibles in such a way that its thin edge was forward, and its mass was over the back of the ant. Those that came out had nothing. Along the path which they pursued were a number of soldiers which looked after the workers. The soldier ants are bigger 236 To the River Plate and Back than the workers. They act as policemen along the line, preserve the ranks, hurry up the workers, and if any of them get into trouble come to their assistance, aiding them in adjusting their loads. There seemed to be the utmost order, and the workers appeared to be in a perfect rush of haste to accomplish their tasks. The line of march from the nest to the alfalfa field, where the leaf -cutting was going on, was more than four hundred feet long. In proportion to the size of the animals the distance was greater than it is from the Battery to Harlem. I measured off a foot along the line of march and timed the little creatures as they went by. It took them about ten seconds to get over a foot of ground. At that rate they made the run from the field to the nest in something more than an hour. The insects returning to the field for a load went more quickly. They seemed to scamper by in much less time. All, whether going or coming, apparently were on a dead run, moving as fast as their legs could carry them. A few of them which had heavier loads seemed to have trouble, and would stumble and run against little obstacles, and have difficulty in keeping their loads properly adjusted. When this happened the soldiers would hurry up to them, set them on their feet, and get them going again. The soldiers can always be distinguished from the others by their larger heads and bigger mandibles. I watched them quite a long time, and remarked to myself, that, if errand boys in New York could be found who would on foot carry parcels from the Battery to Harlem in an hour, and then start back again, and make the trip five times a day, there would be a revolution in the parcel-post. The muscular power of insects in proportion to their size is immense. Their endurance is incredible. Life in La Plata 237 The rambles I took about La Plata afforded me the only opportunity I had during my stay in Argentina to come into touch with the life of the "Camp.' Other- wise my observations were confined to such glimpses as are given from the windows of express- trains. The word 'camp' is a simple abbreviation of the word campo, the Spanish equivalent of the English word "country." It is applied by the denizens of the towns to every- thing lying beyond their outskirts. The people of Buenos Aires, the Portenos, as they call themselves, with that self-complacency which is characteristic of the inhabitants of all large municipalities, are in the habit of thinking and speaking of everything beyond their limits as being a part of the camp. The word is also used in a more restricted sense to designate a large holding of agricultural land. On my way home from Mar del Plata I was introduced to a German gentleman, who informed me that he was returning to Buenos Aires after having paid a visit to "his camp." He said to me : u lch habe einen Kamp nicht sehr weit von Cafiuelas. ' A recent writer has said : ' ' The Camp is the mainspring of Argentine prosperity. The marble palace of the millionaire, as well as the rnud hovel of the immigrant, has to thank this rich soil of the campo for its founda- tion. " x At the time of my arrival in Argentina spring- plowing was being carried on. In every direction men could be seen, generally with three or even four horses abreast, engaged in the work of breaking up the soil. Steam-plows are also used. The absolute flatness of the land, and its freedom from all stones, makes the use of modern agricultural machinery easy. The plowing which was going on was mainly for the corn, or maize, which is planted in September or early October. Wheat T Nevin O. Winter, Argentina and her People of To-day, p. 48. 238 To the River Plate and Back is generally planted in the fall, that is to say in March or April. So also is flax, which is an important crop in the republic. It gave me pleasure to watch the plow- men, and to see the rich black soil coming up and rolling over before their shares, as the bow-wave rolls up and turns over before the prow of a boat. The soil is a deep humus. It is so rich that up to the present time little care has been taken to return to it any of the wealth which is annually being extracted from it. I spoke of this to the owner of a large place, whose acquaintance I happened to make. He told me that thus far he had not felt the necessity of employing fertilizers to any extent. ' I have been cultivating this land for many years, and my father did the same before me, " he said, 'but all that seems to be necessary is to get deeper plows, and go down a little further, and bring up a little more of the rich subsoil. ' It is the story of our rich western prairie-lands over again, but there will inevitably come an end to this process of robbing the land. The rotation of crops is followed to a consider- able extent, and this has a conserving effect. The favorite grazing crop is alfalfa, as I have elsewhere observed. Such alfalfa fields I have never seen any- where else in the world. Four crops of alfalfa hay are annually taken from the soil, and on the cattle-ranges the plant grows up as fast as the cattle eat it down. The yield of wheat is enormous. The best wheat -lands are not in the immediate vicinity of Buenos Aires, but more to the west and southwest, nevertheless a great deal of wheat is grown quite near the capital. I was interested in studying the ways of the guachos, the 'cowboys'' of the country. They are mainly half-breeds, and adhere to the picturesque costume of their forefathers. They are expert riders, and use the Wheat Sacked and Piled after Threshing on an Argentinian Ranch. An Argentinian Farm- Wagon Used for Heavy Hauling. Life in La Plata 239 rope as do the cattlemen on our western plains. As, now and then, a party of them came by me on a lope, my mind involuntarily carried me back to the plains of western Nebraska and of Wyoming, and the mesas of our southwestern states, where just such riders, on just such errands bent, used to be a few years ago a daily sight. The days of the cowboy on our plains are numbered, but the guacho of Argentina still has a future before him, as the day of the small farmer has not yet dawned in the land. The "small farmer" in Argentina is to-day a man with only about five thou- sand acres in his possession. One ranch of which I heard is larger than the State of Rhode Island. The transportation of crops from the land to the railways is effected by means of peculiar wagons, the like of which I have observed nowhere else. They have but two wheels, about eight feet in diameter, and are drawn by seven or eight horses harnessed abreast, or by three or four yokes of oxen. In such vehicles, very different in appearance from our 'prairie-schooners,' the grain is brought to the railways, thence to be trans- ferred to the great elevators at the ports, whence it is carried to the markets of the world. Just as in our western country, so here in the camp the store at the cross-roads is a place of concourse. I have already spoken of the store which we found in the swamps of the Parana, and save that the buildings were not perched upon piles, and the customers did not come to them in boats, the stores which I found scattered here and there on the pampa were just like it in the medley of wares represented upon the shelves and in the character of the goods displayed for sale. A pleasant incident during my stay in La Plata was to be invited to join a party of students and their 240 To the River Plate and Back friends, who picnicked in a grove near the Museum, and who on that occasion welcomed a number of visiting acquaintances from Montevideo, who had come over on the boat the night before to spend a day in La Plata. After we had had our luncheon under the shadow of the trees, they informed me that they would like to accom- pany me to the Museum and take a peep at the replica of the big skeleton. This was done, and I had the pleasure of attempting to explain in very bad Spanish the anatomy of the beast to a number of highly inter- esting young people, who graciously condoned the blunders which I am certain I must have made. To be able to speak in unknown tongues was in apostolic times regarded as a proof of inspiration, but in modern times to essay to use a language other than that known from childhood sometimes implies more courage than inspiration. The results are at times comical. The tendency to translate literally from one language into another leads to embarrassment, and at moments to hilarity. I was told a comical story by one of my friends about one of his German acquaintances, who was trying to make his way about Argentina with the help of a pocket-dictionary and a phrase-book. He went into a hotel, and by signs succeeded in getting a good dinner set before him. When the meal was con- cluded, he took out his pocket-dictionary and opposite the word 'how' found the Spanish word como, which in certain cases may mean "how,' or "I eat." He then turned to the dictionary, and looking at the word 'much,' found its Spanish equivalent, mucho. He put the two together, and, turning to the waiter, remarked, 'Como mucho?' The waiter politely bowed his assent and said, "Si, senor," being perfectly assured that the gentleman was correct in his statement Life in La Plata 241 by looking at his empty plate. Thinking that the waiter might be deaf, the German repeated the obser- vation in a louder tone, only to receive the same reply, ' Si, senor. ' Then he fairly shouted the words at the waiter, who rushed off, and returned with a tray covered with a second instalment of steaming viands, duplicat- ing the first order. By this time the German gentleman was beside himself. Holding the pocket-dictionary in his hand and shaking it in the face of the waiter, and looking in disdain at the table, he roared the words, ' Como mucho ? ' The waiter ran to the manager, in- forming him that the German gentleman at the table which he was serving was undoubtedly insane. The manager, who fortunately spoke the German language, came up and asked the cause of the trouble. An explana- tion followed. 'Ah, but,' said the manager, "you should not have said 'Como mucho? '\ you should have said ' Cuanto ? ' and it would have been all right. After telling my waiter three times that you are a heavy feeder he naturally supposed you wished to be helped to a second portion. * One of my friends, who some years ago visited the United States, provoked my mirth by telling me a story at his own expense of a little blunder which he unconsciously made upon his arrival in New York. Presenting a letter of introduction to one of the prominent citizens of Gotham, the latter cor- dially invited him to dine at his home on the following evening. After accepting the invitation he said, 'I suppose it will be in order for me to come in my night- clothes. ' The amused look on the face of his ac- quaintance prompted him to ask questions, and he discovered the idiomatic difference between 'night- clothes' and "evening dress.' As these tales were told me after my attempt to discourse upon paleon- 16 242 To the River Plate and Back tology in Spanish to the small circle before me, I have a latent and horrible suspicion that I may have inno- cently said something dreadful, without meaning to do so. A pleasant afternoon was spent in the company of Professor Rollin D. Salisbury, who accompanied by a friend paid a visit to the Museum ; and on the afternoon of October the I2th we had the pleasure of welcoming at the Museum, Mr. John W. Garrett, the American Minister, together with Mrs. Garrett, her mother, Mrs. Warder, and Sir Reginald Tower, the British Minister. They arrived about one o'clock, and, after spending a couple of hours in the Museum, visited the Observatory, where they took tea and met a number of the members of the Faculty of the University and their wives. It was the first visit which the American Minister had paid to La Plata and it was a pleasure to present him and his distinguished companion together with the charming ladies of the party to my kind friends, who were greatly pleased with the intelligent interest which they took in the work of the Museum. It was through the kindness of Mr. John W. Garrett, among others, that Professor John B. Hatcher was enabled to make his now classic journeys of exploration into the interior of Patagonia on behalf of Princeton University, and our eminent visitor showed that he was well acquainted with the scientific importance and value of the noble collections w r hich are housed under the roof of the Argentine Museum. One of the daily sights was the drilling of the troops, who marched from their barracks and paraded on the avenue immediately in front of the Obser- vatory. They appeared to be stalwart and well- trained men, comparing favorably in appearance with Life in La Plata 243 similar bodies of soldiery in other parts of the world. In the parks and about the public buildings we often observed prisoners, dressed in striped clothing and strongly guarded by soldiers, employed in doing work upon the grounds. A number of new walks and driveways were in process of construction around the Museum. In front of the building, as I went to and fro, I daily saw the convicts at work. A number of them appeared to be half-breeds, with a strong infusion of Indian blood. One of these was a singularly tall, handsome, and even intelligent-looking young man, I had passed him so often, that I almost felt as if he were an acquaintance; and one day, as I went by while he was hard at work, I ventured in a pleasant way to say to him "Buenos dias! 1 I shall never forget the wicked, angry scowl, which met my salutation. I never repeated the experiment. The look he gave me con- vinced me that he probably was where he was for good cause. It was as if I had spoken to some wild animal held in captivity, a caged leopard, or a wolf behind the bars. Oh ! the pitiful sadness of it ! I inquired of one who knew, what were the offenses for which these men were paying the penalty. I was informed that their crimes were principally theft and homicide. Whatever may have been their offenses, it seemed to me to be good that they should be laboring in the sunlight, and doing something to make the world more beautiful, rather than that they should be languishing and pining away behind the blank walls of a dungeon. There is little to be said in favor of the policy, which under the plea of protecting "honest labor,' lays the bur- den of endless idleness upon those who have fallen into criminal ways. The policy is cruel to the indi- 244 To the River Plate and Back vidual and wasteful from the standpoint of the state. Pleasant memories are associated with a visit which I paid to the Director of the Museum in Buenos Aires, Dr. Angel Gallardo, the distinguished successor of the late Florentine Ameghino. According to appointment I met Dr. Herrero-Ducloux at lunch-time at his club, and having passed a very pleasant hour with him, we went together to call upon Professor Gallardo at his residence. We were cordially received in his beautiful home, and after chatting for a while, and enjoying a peep at the art-treasures by which he has surrounded himself, we repaired together to the Museum. The Museum at the present time is not open to the public, the building in which the collections are housed having been pronounced unsafe. Plans have been prepared for the erection of a new and worthy structure, and the Congress has made an appropriation of a million of dollars with which to begin the work. The Museum in Buenos Aires in its origin long antedates the Museum in La Plata, and is associated in the minds of scientific men with the labors of a number of most distinguished investigators, who in former years have been connected with it. Among the famous men who took part in its work in early years must be mentioned Aime Bonpland, the eminent botanist, who was the friend and associate of Humboldt during his journeys in South America from 1798-1804. After the return of Humboldt and Bonpland from their long and adventurous undertakings in the New World, Bonpland settled himself down in Paris and began the publication of the series of works relating to the flora of Mexico and South America which have given him an imperishable fame. He en- joyed the patronage of Napoleon, who made him a Life in La Plata 245 pensioner of the state in recognition of his learning and achievements, and he was a prime favorite of the Em- press Josephine, who in her retirement amused herself by endeavoring to grow the plants of the tropics from seeds which Bonpland had brought back with him. At the Restoration he forsook France, and, having been offered the Chair of the Natural Sciences in the University of Buenos Aires in 1816, he took up his home in the latter city. While conducting a scientific expedition on the upper waters of the Rio Parana he was seized by the Dictator Francia, who at that time was the supreme ruler of Paraguay, and held in captiv- ity for over ten years. When finally released in 1831 he returned to Buenos Aires, and subsequently, after having resided in various places for brief periods both in Uruguay and Argentina, died in Corrientes, where his remains rest until this day. One of those who came after Bonpland was the great German, naturalist, Hermann Burmeister. After having filled professorships in the Universities of Berlin and Halle, and having represented the latter University in the first National Assembly in 1848, and served as a member of the first Prussian Reichstag, he went to South America to study and explore. Having spent a couple of years in Brazil, he returned to Germany and published a work in two volumes upon the fauna of that empire. In 1861 he accepted the Directorship of the Museum in Buenos Aires, and continued to hold the office until his death in 1891. To him we owe a great deal of our knowledge of the natural history of Argentina, and he was one of the first to write extensively upon the extinct fauna of the Tertiary and Quaternary ages in South America. His associate and successor was Dr. Carlos Berg, a man of great attainments, who was particularly well k 246 To the River Plate and Back as an entomologist. At his death the Directorship fell to Florentino Ameghino, the famous, but somewhat visionary, paleontologist. He belonged to the numer- ous class of "self-made" scientists, possessing all their virtues, and some of their faults. His almost incredible industry, and the many contributions made by him to the literature of paleontology, will serve to keep his memory forever green, though the conclusions which he announced, often of a very startling nature, will in many instances not stand the test of more careful in- vestigation ; in fact many of them even before his death had been rejected by his contemporaries as invalid, not a little to his annoyance. The present Director of the Museum in Buenos Aires is a gentleman born to the purple. Possessed of an ample fortune, moving in the highest social circles, educated in the best schools of his native country and of Europe, he has already filled with distinction the Chair of Zoology in the University of Buenos Aires, and has made important contributions to the literature of the natural sciences. In speaking of him one of the leading men of the country said that he represented la fleur de noire jeunesse doree. Under his guidance, supported adequately by the state, there is a brilliant future before the institution at the head of which he stands. At present the Museum is at a transitional point in its history. With new and well-designed buildings at its command, with the wealth of classic material already in its possession, it is des- tined under the guidance of its accomplished Director to take a very important place among the great mu- seums of the world. The library of scientific literature under its roof is very large and rich. In fact it compares most favorably with the best libraries of its kind any- where. Scientific men require access to books in order Life in La Plata 247 to the prosecution of their researches, and the Museum in Buenos Aires has a very remarkable collection, acquired in large part through the labors of the in- defatigable Burmeister, whose private library he also bequeathed to the institution. CHAPTER XVII THE PRESENTATION OF THE DIPLODOCUS " Crowned heads of Europe All make a royal fuss Over Uncle Andy And his old diplodocus." College Song. THE work of setting up the replica in the Museum went forward from week to week quietly and steadily. It is not altogether an easy task to assemble such a specimen, and get everything into place without breakage. It requires as much knowledge and expert- ness as would be called for in setting up a large and very complicated machine. There are tricks in all trades' and the trade of making and installing dinosaurs eighty and more feet in length is one which at the present time is known and understood thoroughly by only three persons, two of whom are the writer and his assistant, Mr. Coggeshall, both of whom have had more experi- ence in this novel kind of work than it has fallen to any other mortals to acquire. The task not only has its difficulties, but also its dangers. The replica, although not nearly as heavy as the original, weighs several tons. The first thing which must be undertaken is to erect a strong scaffolding, and to provide in its upper part a support capable of carrying a heavy weight. Directly under this the central platform or base is placed. The top of this base dare not be put into 248 President Pena. The Presentation of the Diplodocus 249 position until the skeleton has been assembled, because there must be room left to get under the cross-beams, so that the supports which are destined to finally bear the specimen may be adjusted from time to time and the bolts which hold them may be tightened. Upon the central base planking is laid, and on this the vertebrae of the body, or barrel, are carefully assembled and put into position upon two more or less horizontal steel rods. When all has been carefully adjusted a steel rope is bent underneath the mass in such a way as to catch the temporary supports which hold the vertebrae, and the whole thing is tied together. The arrangement of the details is too complicated to make it worth while to attempt to describe it here. The next step is to slowly and carefully lift the mass into the air to the height of about fifteen feet. This is accomplished by means of blocks and tackles lowered from a beam, which generally forms a part of the scaffold put up at the outset, and is strong enough to carry a load of two or three tons. In La Plata we were fortunate in finding that we could make use of the iron beams which support the ceiling of the room. After the backbone of the monster has been lifted high into the air, the next step is to screw into place the tall supports of steel, which enter sockets provided at the pelvis and at the shoulders. When this has been accomplished, the next step is slowly to lower the mass until the steel uprights drop into the sockets prepared in the base to receive them, where they are at last firmly secured by nuts and washers. The whole operation is delicate and not without its dangers, as we learned at St. Petersburg. Our ex- perience there is never to be forgotten, and I trust may never be repeated. We had raised the vertebra? of the backbone into the air. Six moujiks, or ordinary 250 To the River Plate and Back laborers, were stationed at intervals holding in their hands the guy-ropes, which were intended to steady the mass as it hung in its proper position above the base. Mounted on a tall step-ladder at the front end of the thing stood my assistant, ready to help me in the task of screwing the forward upright into position. I had lifted the heavy steel rod from the floor and was carrying it forward to put it into place, when the door of the room opened and a company of distinguished visitors, members of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, entered the room. I turned at the instant to bow to them, still holding the tall bar of metal in my hand, when something happened, I cannot tell what. My belief is that one or the other of the laborers, who had been cautioned neither to relax his hold, or to give a pull, forgot his instructions on seeing the distinguished gentlemen enter the room, and unconsciously gave a jerk to the guy-rope he was holding, or else let go. The mass turned turtle in the air, the forward end wrenched away from the tackle-hook, and the whole thing came down to the floor with a crash, which shook the building, and made the portraits of the Czars and Czarinas which hung about the walls rattle, as if there had been a small earthquake. The company of visitors dis- appeared instantly, looking, as they fled, as they might have looked had a bomb been exploded in the hall. Their precipitate exit almost provoked a smile, but the temptation to laugh was instantly overcome by the sight of the ruin which confronted me. My assistant came to my side, and I said to him: 'This calamity is irreparable! Here we are six thousand miles from our base of supplies. There are no duplicates of these pieces at home. Even if there were, it would take six weeks to get them. To make a new set, and send them The Presentation of the Diplodocus 251 over here will take three months. We cannot spend half a year waiting in this country." 'Never mind, Doctor!' came the cheering reply. 'I cannot tell you how I am relieved to have you standing here alive and well. I thought you had already gone in under the thing ; being intent upon watching my part of the job. When the thing fell, I thought you were under it, and probably crushed to death. It nearly sickened me, but here you are, thank God ! Drive these people out of the room, all of them, except Petz, the prepara- tor, who can help us. Let us take account of stock. You and I can patch up the d d thing, so that nobody will know that anything has happened.' I confess that at the moment I had little faith in the pre- diction. Before us laid a mass of shattered fragments. A step-ladder had been splintered into kindling-wood. The cross-ties of the base, though made of oak, had been broken, as if chopped through with an ax. I al- most shuddered to think what would have happened to me had I taken my place upon them, as I was just on the point of doing, before the crash came. But small as was my faith as to the outcome, it w r as at all events only right to make an attempt to repair the damage. It was the middle of the month of June, and at that time of year St. Petersburg is like heaven- 'there is no night there.' We could work from early morning until ten o'clock at night without artificial light, - and we did. We gathered up the pieces large and small ; we searched for contacts, and, as we found them, put the bits together with that strong cement, which we know how to prepare. It was a most tedious under- taking. But all things at last have an end. When our task was completed, after a week had been consumed in performing it, there remained only as many tiny 252 To the River Plate and Back fragments as would have filled the hollow of a man's hand which had not been restored to their places, and almost all of these were inside pieces, the omission of which would not be noticed, and which in fact were already replaced by cement. When the work was done we invited Dr. Tschernychew, the Director of the Museum, to examine it, and he expressed his entire satisfaction. The next time we went through with the task of swinging the big thing into place we took the precaution to lock the doors, and to ask some of the higher officials of the Museum to stand by the ropes. Since then we have invented a contrivance, which enables us to dispense with the assistance of helpers, and makes the repetition of such an occurrence impossible, as we believe. Everything went well in Argentina. At last the replica stood in place, its head pointing to the rotunda, and we were able to tell the cabinet-makers to apply the finishing touches to the beautiful bases. These were made of the wood of the southern walnut (Juglans australis) which resembles the lumber of our own black walnut, but appears to be somewhat denser, finer grained, and not quite as dark in color. The tree grows on the foot-hills of the Andes. Having completed the work of installing the speci- men, it became my duty, as the representative of Mr. Carnegie, to report to the President the accomplish- ment of the errand upon which I had been sent. I had received through Mr. Garrett, the Minister of the United States, an intimation that it would be the pleasure of the President to receive me on the after- noon of October I5th, at three o'clock. In company with Mr. Garrett, I repaired to the Executive Mansion at the appointed hour. We were cordially welcomed The Presentation of the Diplodocus 253 by the Secretary of the President, who bade us be seated. The audience-room is a fine apartment, about which hung portraits of former Presidents of the Re- public. President Peria immediately entered the room, and extended cordial salutations to Mr. Garrett, who in turn presented me. The President gave me a hearty grasp of the hand, and expressed his pleasure at seeing a friend of his own cherished friend, Mr. Carnegie, whom with evident pleasure he recalled as having been one of his colleagues at the time when the first Pan- American Congress met in Washington in the years i889~'9O, and of whom he spoke in terms of regard and warm admiration. The conversation turned upon the nature of my errand; the story of the specimen had to be briefly told; and the fact that it had been duly installed in the National Museum at La Plata was mentioned. The President called my attention to the fact that under the constitution he is forbidden to leave the capital, without going through the formality of turning over the reins of government for the time being to the Vice- President, even for so short a journey as that to La Plata, and stated, that, had it not been for this, he would have gone down to the Museum in person to accept Mr. Carnegie's gift, as he understood had been done by the President of France, the Emperor of Austria, and others. He asked me a number of questions as to my impressions of Argentina, and said he hoped that my stay might be extended long enough to enable me to see more of the country than I had as yet seen. He inquired as to the prospects of the coming November election in the United States, without expres- sing partiality for any of the candidates for the Presi- dency. He spoke of the Republic of the North in terms of good-will and generous appreciation. He told me it 254 To the River Plate and Back was his intention to immediately write to Mr. Car- negie, thanking him for his present to the Museum, which he was pleased to accept on behalf of the people of Argentina. The interview, which naturally was not protracted, was marked by the interchange of pleasant compliments and a little merriment due to the fact that while the President spoke in Spanish, I was with his gracious consent allowed to use the French lan- guage, which the President understands perfectly, but which he does not care to employ when he knows that his hearers understand the language of Castile. It was pleasant after we had withdrawn to hear Mr. Garrett remark that the President had plainly mani- fested greater pleasure and interest in the meeting than he had known him to show on any similar occasion. President Pefia is a man of fine appearance, tall, and dignified in his bearing. He had gained wide experience in the service of his country as a diplomat before his election to the Presidency. Throughout his administra- tion thus far he has proved himself to be a most capable and efficient head of the Government. His father before him was President of Argentina from the years 1892-1895. He therefore came to his present exalted position possessed of an inherited acquaintance with the requirements of the office. Before the installation of the replica had been com- pleted we were informed one bright morning as we entered the Museum that Dr. Samuel A. Lafone- Quevedo, the Director, had returned from his lengthy absence in Europe. We found him standing with a group of his friends in the rotunda of the Museum, and were delighted to receive from him such a cordial and unaffectedly hearty greeting as only he knows how to give. "Don Samuel," as he is affectionately called by The Presentation of the Diplodocus 255 the Staff of the institution, is of English extraction, and a graduate of the University of Cambridge. In spite of the fact that he has seen many a winter pass over his head, he has lost none of the spirit of the boy, and his cheerful humor and merry laugh are contagious. There was no stiff formality accompanying our intro- duction, but we instantly were made to feel that we were friends, and as such taken at once to his heart. Nothing could have been more delightfully frank and free than his reception of the two strangers, who, like the Greeks of old, had invaded his domain, bearing not a wooden horse, but the skeleton of a still more fearsome beast; a beast, nevertheless, which concealed no danger lurking behind .its ribs. A few days after the return of the good Doctor, I was approached by one of the mem- bers of the Academy of Science, who requested me to make no engagements for the evening of the I5th of October, because at that time the Academy had resolved to have me as their guest at a function to which I might expect shortly to receive a formal invitation. This in due time came to hand. On the evening of the same day upon which I had the pleasure of meeting the President in Buenos Aires, I repaired according to the invitation to the Sportsman's Hotel in La Plata, where the large dining-room on the upper floor had been made ready, and where were gathered the members of the Academy of Science, including the entire Faculty of the Museum. Greetings were exchanged with the company of distinguished men, all of whom I had already come to cherish in my thought as true friends. Then we found our places at the table, the decorations of which were at once beautiful and provocative of mirth. There were flowers, beautiful flowers, and in the center of the table was a model of the Diplodocus, 256 To the River Plate and Back fully five feet in length, which 1 had already seen in the Museum. Little did my friend, the artist, Charles R. Knight, imagine, when he was making this model, that it was to serve as the center-piece at a banquet to be given to one of his acquaintances in far-away Argentina. There were two menus beside each cover, one intended to be taken seriously, not so the other. The latter claimed the most attention. It is worthy of being here reproduced, as it was the next day in all the papers of the Capital. MENU. Sauterne. Margaux. HORS D CEUVRES. Canape Multimillionaire. POTAGE. Creme loess pampeano. POISSON. Filet de Lepidosiren a la Papa Roth. RELEVE. Petites bouchees a la Don Samuel. ENTREES. Grande piece Diplodocus a la Holland. LEGUMES. Calamites Sauce Nagelschmied. 1 ROTI. Phororhacus Bruche 2 au cresson. ENTREMETS. Champagne Carte blanche. Pudding diplomatique See groseille. Bavaroise Panachee. Moka. Cigarres. 1 Nagelschmied =Herrero-Ducloux, a pun for which the author should be compelled to do long penance. 2 A veiled reference to Professor Carlos Bruch, an equally horrible pun. The Presentation of the Diplodocus 257 Unfortunately the illustration at the head of the menu and which represented the features of the Founder of the Carnegie Institute, surrounded by a wreath constructed of the bones of the Diplodocus, I must omit, because of the limitations of space. We were a merry and a very cosmopolitan company. The scholarship of Argentina, of England, Germany, France, Switzerland, Spain, and Italy was represented at the table by men, some of whom had been born in these countries, and all of whom had received their early training in the universities of one or the other of these lands. All, except the writer, were citizens of the Republic which floats the white and blue flag. All were men who had done things worth the doing. The dinner was excellent; mine host Salvadori had excelled himself. When we came to the cigars Dr. Lafone- Quevedo rose and in a graceful speech expressed the gratitude which was felt by the Academy of Science of the University of La Plata, which is charged with the administration of the affairs of the National Mu- seum, for the recent gift of Mr. Carnegie, and proposed the health of that generous citizen of the United States of North America and his representative, the guest of the evening. When this had been done, the speaker announced that he had still another duty to perform before he took his seat, and that was to welcome the guest of the evening into the ranks of the Honorary Membership of the Academy of Science of La Plata, and handed to the writer a diploma certifying to his election. The writer replied by expressing his deep sense of the distinguished and altogether unexpected honor which had been conferred upon him, and which he accepted as a highly prized token of good-will, but much more as a token of esteem for his distinguished 258 To the River Plate and Back fellow-countryman, whom he had the honor of repre- senting. Allusion was made to the bonds of friendship, ever increasing in number, which unite the men of the two Americas, and the writer concluded by proposing the health of the President of Argentina, the long life and prosperity of the Academy of Science, and sempiternal success to the honest efforts of thinking men in all lands and under all skies to bring about the reign of peace and friendship among men. As the first steamer for New York, upon which we were able to secure accommodations for our return, would not sail until October 26th, leaving a period of ten days at my disposal in which to make an attempt to see a little more of the country, I resolved to make an excursion westward and obtain a glimpse of the Andes. Mr. Garrett invited me to accompany him on an excursion, which he had already arranged to take from Buenos Aires to Valparaiso and thence southward, returning by way of the Strait of Magellan. Nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to have accepted the opportunity to make this tour in such pleasant company, but I decided that it would be inexpedient for me to undertake the journey, as my return to New York would thus be delayed for a month. Meanwhile I received an invitation to partake of the hospitality of the University of La Plata at a banquet to be tendered to me at the Jockey Club in Buenos Aires on the evening of October 24th, at which I was informed that the Faculties of the two Universi- ties of La Plata and Buenos Aires would unite in recognizing in this way the kindness of Mr. Carnegie to the nation. I resolved after careful consideration to content myself with an excursion to Tucuman. This would give me an opportunity to see a wide extent of The Presentation of the Diplodocus 259 the country, take me to a spot of great historic interest, and give me a glimpse of the Cordilleras. I left to my obliging assistant the task of packing up the specimens intended for the Carnegie Museum, which had been presented to us by the authorities of the University, and betaking myself to Buenos Aires, made my arrange- ments for the journey. CHAPTER XVIII A TRIP TO TUCUMAN "Then we gather as we travel Bits of moss and dirty gravel, And we chip off little specimens of stone, And we carry home as prizes Funny bugs of handy sizes, Just to give the day a scientific tone." C. E. Carryl. "Tucuman Limited' leaves the Retire Station 1 in Buenos Aires at ten o'clock in the morning. A few minutes before the time of departure I boarded the train and settled myself in my compartment. The day was bright and cool. There were many people upon the platform, some of whom had evidently come to say farewell to their friends; newsboys were crying their wares ; venders of sweetmeats and fruits sauntered along under the windows of the cars, displaying the contents of their baskets, and soliciting purchases; officials in uniform were bustling hither and thither; workmen in blue overalls were opening and shutting the axle-boxes, and were followed by men with hammers who tested the wheels with resounding taps. It was evident that the departure of the "Limited " was a more or less important event in the daily routine of the little railway world, which held the stage for the moment. At last the conductor took his whistle from his pocket and blew shrilly, then called out, "Aboard!" The 260 El Tigre. A Favorite Pleasure Resort near Buenos Aires. Tucuman. The Ancient Capital. A Trip to Tucuman 261 train began to move, there were waving handkerchiefs, parting salutations, and in the eyes of a few of those who were left behind there were tears, the cause of which it was left to fancy to surmise. As the run from Buenos Aires to Tucuman of eleven hundred and fifty-six kilometers, equivalent to seven hundred and twelve miles, is scheduled to be made in a little more than twenty-four hours, the motion of the train was not laggard. We quickly passed through the crowded yards of the terminal, made a short stop at Belgrano, the fashionable northern suburb, and then settled down to a steady gait of forty-five miles an hour. The train was vestibuled, made up of four sleeping-cars, a dining-car, a mail-car, and a baggage- car. The cars were almost as large as those in use in the United States, and precisely similar in their appoint- ments to the wagon-lits in vogue on the International Expresses in Europe. We glided by villas and gardens sloping toward the river ; we slipped past the Junction leading to El Tigre ; and then found ourselves out upon the wide pampas. To the right in the distance a low fringe of willows and poplars along the horizon indicated the bank of the River Parana, which the railway more or less closely parallels from Buenos Aires to Rosario. There are four tracks on the road-bed between the two cities, and the time made over this stretch was quicker than on any other portion of our journey. The track is level, for long distances straight, and very well laid, so that fast running was in order. On either side of the track were fields of grain, and expanses of pasture-land. The country gave the impression of being carefully tilled. The fields were neat, the fencing in good order. The corn, or maize, which was just appearing above the 262 To the River Plate and Back soil, had been regularly planted, and looked flourishing. There were square leagues devoted to alfalfa. Finer fields of this useful plant are not to be seen anywhere. Now and then we caught sight of ranch-houses, their white walls peeping out from among the dark green of the eucalyptus-groves, by which they were surrounded. The whole landscape was dotted with herds of short- horns, and great flocks of sheep. As we came nearer to Rosario wheat-fields became more numerous. On the right, as we went along, we occasionally saw towering above the fringe of willows the masts of ships or the funnels of steamers going or coming on the way to Rosario. Now and then tall chimneys and high roofs indicated the location on the banks of the stream of some great packing-house, or frigorifico, where meat is frozen for export to the European markets. Our first stop was made at Campana, where the locomotive-driver replenished his water-tank. The system of taking water while the train is in flight, long in use upon some of the North American railways, does not appear as yet to have been introduced into Argen- tina. At all events I did not observe that it is employed on any of the roads upon which I traveled. In the ditches which we crossed as the train dashed forward I caught glimpses now and then of cormorants fishing in the shallow pools. Here and there a heron sailed away into the skies. I was interested in observ- ing that the Scissor-tailed Fly-catcher (Mifaulus tyrannus) was quite common in the region. This bird, which is related to our common King-bird, differs from the latter in having a long forked tail, the two outer feathers of which trail behind like ribbons as it flies. Just as it alights upon the top of the thistles or the fence-posts it appears to have the habit of spreading its A Trip to Tucuman 263 tail in the form of the letter V. Its singular appear- ance at once attracted attention. It is said to possess the same intrepid and pugnacious disposition which characterizes the King-bird, and will fearlessly attack hawks, or other predaceous birds, and harry them, until they fly away, screaming for mercy. The Teru- teru, or Argentine Lapwing, was everywhere to be seen, standing in quiet contemplation upon one leg, or else rapidly running about, or standing and flapping its black and white wings, much as a hack- man on a cold winter day will wave his arms and beat his shoulders to restore circulation. What the object of this action on the part of the bird may be I do not know. The train was mov- ing too rapidly most of the time to allow me, though I strained my eyes, to make out the flower- ing plants which here and there were blooming along- side of the track. I noted thickets of fennel, cardoon, and poison hemlock completely filling for long distances the right-of-way between the ends of the ties, and the wire-fences which separate the property of the railroad from the adjoining land. A few miserable specimens of Erythrina cristagalli, which survived on the edge of a pool, which the railway at one point Fig. 26 Scissor - tailed Fly - catcher (Milvulus tyrannus) . i nat. size. 264 To the River Plate and Back skirted, were in blossom; and I could imagine how fine must be the appearance of the great river-marshes, where this plant still survives, when they are covered by its bloom. As the sun mounted toward the zenith, and the noonday heat became intense, I noticed that mirages sprang up in the distance. Ranch-houses and groves appeared above the horizon-line with reversed outlines, as if reflected from the borders of a lake. Great shining sheets of water seemed to spread over the land- scape. The illusion was perfect. My attention was called to another optical illusion, which for an instant puzzled me. In the middle distance, and in fact quite near at hand ahead of the train, I observed what ap- peared to be broad reaches of blue water, filled with low marsh-plants. When I first saw this, I did not think anything about the matter, believing that what I beheld was what my eyes taught me to see, but when the train reached the spot where I had seen the water, and where from appearances we ought to have been running over piles through a marsh, I discovered that the ground was solid. A little reflection revealed the cause of the illusion. The land for square leagues was sown with flax, and it was in flower. The lines of Longfellow came back to memory: "Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax." The great sheets of water, which I had seen, were the pampas covered with the bloom of the lowly plant, millions of acres of which are annually sown in Ar- gentina, not for the sake of the fiber, but for the sake of the seed. Linseed is a standard article of export. Such fields of flax I had never seen before, and unless it A Trip to Tucuman 265 be in our own northwest, or upon the steppes of Russia, such fields of this plant do not occur elsewhere upon our globe. One field of flax I saw was said to cover over fifteen thousand acres. At lunch-time I went forward to the dining-car, and found that I had been assigned a seat at table with three young gentlemen, who informed me that they were students in the University of Buenos Aires, and were on their way to their home in the city of Salta, having been suddenly summoned thither by the death of a relative. They proved to be intelligent and agreeable young men, with whom it was a pleasure to converse during and after luncheon, and who told me much which interested me concerning that part of the country in which they lived. The elder of the three was evidently responsible to some extent for the care of his two younger companions, and the sensible and fraternal way in which he discharged his duties attracted me to him. We made a short stay at San Nicolas about half- past two in the afternoon. The place is the point of junction of a branch-line of the railway, and the site of packing-houses and grain-elevators. There were several large vessels alongside of the latter. We reached Rosario at a quarter before four o'clock in the afternoon, and remained fifteen minutes, during which a change of engines was made. The railway- terminal is at some remove from the more densely built- up portions of the city. I walked out into the open space in front of the station, where tram-cars and cab- men were congregated. As the sunlight fell upon the walls and towers of the central portions of the town, I realized that it perhaps had been a mistake on my part not to have included it in my list of stopping-places, 266 To the River Plate and Back and subsequently, when I met on the train an en- thusiastic resident of the town and fell into conversation with him, I had the sin of my omission more vividly impressed upon me. He is a banker in Rosario and did not hesitate to inform me in a good-natured way that for a gentleman from North America to have come so near one of the really great commercial centers of South America, and only to have peeped at it from the railway-station, was a very singular procedure. I could only retort by saying, "Eh bien! I have been in Paris four times during the past three years, and each time only stayed long enough to get breakfast and change cars. ' When leaving Rosario the locomotive was attached to what had been the rear of our train in coming up from Buenos Aires, and the window of my compartment henceforth faced to the east and not to the west, as it had up to this time. As the sun gradually declined I watched the shadow of the train creep out over the level plain. I have crossed the prairies of Minnesota and the Dakotas, of Kansas and Nebraska, of Manitoba and Alberta ; I have traveled over the steppes of Russia ; but in none of them have I seen such absolutely level lands as those which lie between Rosario and Irigoyen. The horizon is that of the ocean; an upturned clod attracts attention; a hut looks like a house; a tree looms up like a hill. After leaving Rosario stops became more frequent. Just after one of these, as the train was slowly beginning to get under way again, we came up to a herd of cattle on the road alongside of the rail- way track; a young woman on horseback was trying to drive them toward the village we were leaving. For some reason or other the horse she was riding took fright. He reared and plunged and began to buck, but A Trip to Tucuman 267 the girl sat her saddle. I leaned out of the window to watch the exciting scene, and when I caught the last glimpse of her she was evidently getting the mastery of her unwilling mount. Her skill and pluck were equal to those of any guacho. The sunset came with a glory too rich for words or palette to depict. Huge clouds hung in the eastern sky above the dark emerald green of the horizon. As the sun went down all the colors of the spectrum were revealed in the heavens. The clouds which had been white became yellow, then pink, then orange, then crimson; between their soaring masses the sky ranged from apple-green near the horizon to the deepest cobalt in the vault above. The glory of the sky was reflected upon the land. The green of the leagues of growing grain was reddened and transformed into a rich olive tint, the plowed fields became russet touched with gold. The dull uniformity of the landscape seemed to be lost in the weltering splendor of the dying day, and when the sun had set, and the world below grew dark, the glory still lingered among the pinnacles of the clouds high overhead. When at last deep night had fallen, from the damp herbage rose the fire-flies. In places they fairly swarmed, and appeared to be larger and to emit a stronger light than the species we know in the United States. From their flight I judged them to be true Lampyrids, belonging to the same group of insects which we know in the United States, not the Elater noctilucus of the tropics, the "mooney' of the Jamaican negroes, which I subsequently saw on my journey, and which gives forth a different glow. Having been reminded that the dinner hour had come, I repaired to the dining-car and found myself placed opposite to a young lady, beside whom a stout gentle- 268 To the River Plate and Back man, who came in a few moments later, seated himself. I ventured to converse with the latter, and he informed me that he was a Bolivian on his way home to La Paz by way of Salta and Jujuy. While we sat and talked the lady never uttered a sound, and accepted what was placed before her, as course followed course, without note or comment. She seemed to me to be in trouble, but I did not venture to speak to her. At last my Bolivian acquaintance rose to leave the table, and I was about to follow his example, when the young lady broke her silence by saying to me, ' Dear sir, are you an Englishman?' I replied, "Not exactly, but I come very near to being one. I am an American a North American.' "Oh!' she said, 'I have always heard that your people are horrid. They teach us that in Argentina, among the circles in which I move; but you do not look as if you could be unkind. ' With that she handed me a card, telling me that it was her father's card. I glanced at it and recognized that it was the card of a man who held a responsible position in a great firm in Buenos Aires. 'I am in deep trouble,' she went on to say. "My father, whose card I have given you, brought me to the train this morning and saw me off. I had a compartment, which I supposed I would occupy alone on my journey to Tucuman, whither I am going without escort, to meet friends who live there. I do not speak a word of Spanish. After we were under way a woman was brought and put into the compart- ment with me. I did not object, but presently she produced a bottle or two from her belongings, and since the middle of the afternoon she has been in a state of complete intoxication. At Rosario they put two other women into the compartment to occupy the upper berths. Of these women I cannot tell you what I A Trip to Tucuman. 269 think, but they evidently are not ladies, and their conduct since they came on board has been simply shocking. I tried to explain to the conductor that he must provide me a place away from this dreadful company in which I find myself, but he does not under- stand English or French. Will you not help me?' I at once sent for the conductor and told him that he must promptly make arrangements to give the young woman a place in a compartment where she would not be annoyed. I explained to him the circumstances, and told him that unless something was done immediately I would report the matter to the railway authorities. He presently came back to the dining-car and informed me that the wife of one of the inspectors of the railway, who occupied a compartment by herself, a senora muy respetable, was willing to give shelter to my acquain- tance, and allow her to occupy the upper berth. I went back to the car in which she was, in order to act as interpreter in case of necessity, and being confronted by her three companions, who were holding a levee in the compartment with half a dozen male acquaintances, I realized that she had only too good reason for appeal- ing to me. I said a few stern words to the disorderly crowd, which caused the men to slink away for the moment. The moral of the incident is simply this: that it is inadvisable and may be inexpressibly uncom- fortable for a woman to travel in these lands without escort, and particularly when unacquainted -with the language. I did not see the young Englishwoman until about noon the next day, when, as I was alighting from the train, she came up to me on the platform of the railway station at Tucuman, and thanked me for having intervened on her behalf. When the dawn came on the following morning a 270 To the River Plate and Back change had taken place in the landscape. The country was no longer as flat as it had seemed throughout the whole of the preceding day, but was gently undulating. The vegetation was different. There were on all sides thorny thickets, and low forest growths. I recognized various species of acacia and mimosa. Prosopis alba, with its feathery leaves, and the "chanar"-tree (Gour- liea decorticans) were common. Here and there a few specimens of the quebracho-tree had escaped the clutches of the 'wood-butchers,' in spite of the fact that they were growing near the line of the railway. The quebracho Colorado (Schinopsis Lorentzii) is one of the notable trees of the country. Out of its almost imperishable wood, which is nearly as hard as ebony, are made the railroad-ties for the various lines, which are gridironing the southern continent. Latterly it is being used for the manufacture of tannin. About twenty-five per cent, of the substance of the tree is tannin, and this is being extracted in huge quantities, and the noble trees are disappearing as fast as they can be cut down and their wood chewed up by powerful machinery and the tannin separated. The bulk of the extract is exported to the United States, though Ger- many and Great Britain are also large consumers of the product. The name quebracho- 'break-ax" was given to the tree because of the hardness of its wood. There are other trees to which the same name has been given by the natives, and one of these the quebracho bianco (Aspidosperma quebracho), the bark of which contains certain alkaloids reputed to possess medicinal properties, is also one of the common trees of the semi-forested belt through which our train was passing. But more striking than any of the growths I have mentioned were the giant cacti. Many of these A Trip to Tucuman 271 were fully forty or more feet in height. At the ground they appeared to be from two to three feet in diameter, and then rapidly branching, sent up huge candelabra- like tops, which were covered with large starry flowers, some white, some yellow, some crimson. There were evidently a number of species. These growths were in many places being cut down and burned up to make way for the planting of alfalfa. I saw the Italian laborers at work in the clearings, and here, there, everywhere, columns of smoke could be seen ascending from the midst of the forest just as I used to see them when I was a child in the Middle West of our own country. What would not the people of Ohio, Indiana, and Kentucky now give if they could only recall to the land the growths of trees which once covered it? The sight of these giants of their race being hacked down and destroyed impelled me on my return to Buenos Aires to suggest to Sefior Ramos Mejia, the Minister of Public Works, that there ought to be steps taken to make a reservation of a large tract of this interesting region, easily accessible from the railway, so that future generations of Argentines might know what the land was like when the fathers first invaded it. He admitted the desirability of such a step, but said, The General Government possesses no claim to the lands within the limits of the organized Provinces. We have followed the example of your country. The United States of North America cannot set up 'forest reservations' in Pennsylvania. If such reservations are made it must be by the Province. ' Thus the matter rests. I hope, however, that the Provinces, if not the General Govern- ment of Argentina, may not fail in the near future to take steps to preserve at least some small portions of the primaeval forests in their native wildness. 272 To the River Plate and Back At La Banda there was a short stay made. This is the point where passengers bound for Santiago, the capital of the Province of Santiago del Estero, change cars. Here there were extensive irrigation ditches, and the work of reclaiming the land in the neighborhood appears to be progressing. The soil is very red, and seemed to be somewhat impregnated with iron. It did not appear very fertile to me, but I observed that along the irrigation canals a rank growth of vegetation oc- curred, so that it no doubt possesses more agricultural value than at first sight it suggests. The ride during the remainder of the forenoon was hot and rather dusty. We were behind time, owing to some detention which had taken place during the night, and we did not reach Tucuman until noon. The approach was interesting. We left the thorny forests behind us, and found our- selves in a wide and evidently very fertile plain, given over almost entirely to the cultivation of sugar-cane, which was just springing up. The fields seemed to be very carefully tilled and the young canes were in fine condition. Ahead of us were the blue slopes of the Cordilleras, their tops veiled in clouds. Just at their feet rose the towers and white walls of Tucuman. The tall chimneys of the sugar-factories are a striking feature of the landscape. I had taken pains to make inquiries of several persons on the train in regard to hotel accommodations in Tucuman, and found that all agreed that the best hotel in the city was one which had only recently been built, and which I was informed represented the last word in the architecture and furnishing of such a house. At the station I promptly surrendered my valise to the custody of a young man, who wore a cap upon the band of which the name of this hotel appeared. He did not seem averse to taking charge of my luggage, but rather A Trip to Tucuman 273 startled me by telling me, that, while I could get a room in the house, I would have to go elsewhere for my meals, as the hotel was closed in part, and the chef and the waiters had all been dismissed the week before. I resolved, nevertheless, to inspect the house. I found I had not been misinformed as to its character. The building is large, the room offered me was as good as I could have obtained in the best hotel in New York, and there was a fine bath-room connected with it, which in view of the heat and the dust which had settled into every pore, led me promptly to decide that wherever I might take my meals, this was the place for me. The sight of a neatly tiled bath-room, and an immaculate porcelain tub resolved all doubts on the instant. When the dust of the journey had been washed away, I felt as I imagine King Naaman must have felt after he had obeyed the prophet and taken his plunge into the Jor- dan. The owner of this fine new hotel in Tucuman is the owner of two large and successful hotels in Mon- tevideo. His reason for closing the house in the north is probably the same which leads the proprietors of hotels in Florida not to keep them open in the summer season. The people about the hotel had no reason to assign for the closing of the dining-room, except that they had received orders to do so. A relative of the proprietor who seemed to be in charge, and who is an English lady, said to me of the owner, 'E is makin' lots o' money in Montevideo, but I don't know 'ow it is up 'ere, tambien; it 's not for the loikes o' us to be givin' 'im adwice, tambien; 'e knows 'is hown biznis, tambien.' Her use of the Spanish word "tambien" to interlard her sentences very much as "Selah" is employed in the Psalms, was delicious. I discovered that I would have to take my meals at a 18 274 To the River Plate and Back hotel located in the central part of the city, on the Plaza Independencia, and as the sun was scorching and this hotel was located fully half a mile from my bath-tub, I formed an acquaintance with Antonio, the owner of a fiacre and a sound horse, with whom I made a bargain that he would enter into my service, accept- ing wages for the day instead of for the trip, and he became my fidus Achates. He seemed pleased to enter into the arrangement, and I had no occasion during my stay to regret the fact that I had made it. The hotel, to which I resorted for my luncheon, was a low structure, two stories in height, very deep, and traversed through its entire length by a long, narrow patio over which was a glazed roof. At the extreme rear of this cool passageway, nearly two hundred feet long, was the dining-room. On either side of the passageway were offices, and bed-rooms for guests, though most of the guests have their bed-rooms on the second floor, with their doors opening out upon a balcony. The place had a somewhat rusty and antique appearance, but the viands were good and the service was prompt. After luncheon I informed Antonio that I wished to make a round of the city and see the princi- pal sights. We first repaired to the "Casa Historica. ' This is the building in which on the 9th day of July, in the year 1816 the representatives of the Spanish colonies in the southern part of the continent of South America assembled, and where they formulated and adopted their declaration of independence from Spain. The building is about twenty feet wide and sixty feet long, roofed with tiles. The interior forms a single room, floored with rough red tiles about a foot square, somewhat irregularly laid. The walls are whitewashed, and the ceiling, which is built of rough planking, is also A Trip to Tucuman 275 whitewashed. At one end of the room is a large rudely carved arm-chair, in front of which is a low table. The arm-chair is the one which was used by the Presi- dent of the first Congress, and the table is said to be the same which was. used at that time. There are a few other chairs which range along the sides of the room; otherwise there is no furniture. Upon the walls hang a framed copy of the Declaration of Independence, and portraits of a number of those who were the signers of the same. Let into the walls are a number of commemo- rative tablets. This lowly structure is preserved and protected from decay by having built over it an outer structure surmounted by a great dome of glass, under the middle of which it stands. In the courtyard in front of this handsome outer edifice on either side are two great bronzes commemorating the passage of the act by which the people of the South American Colonies declared their freedom from the yoke of Spain. The one on the left, as the courtyard is entered, represents the members of the Congress gathering about the table in the Casa Historica to affix their signatures to the immortal document. The one on the right represents the reading of the Declaration to the assembled people. These tablets are about twenty-five feet long and ten feet high, and the figures are life-size. In the center of the outer court are planted a number of palms, which are growing vigorously and afford a grateful shade. I lingered for some time at this spot, stirred by emotions kindred to those which might be felt by a stranger who for the first time visits Independence Hall in Philadelphia. Great are the changes not only in South America, but throughout the whole world, which have taken place since the first deliberative assembly met under the lowly roof of the humble 276 To the River Plate and Back building which patriotic pride is preserving. The men who gathered here came across the pampas, the snowy mountains of the West, and through the hot tropical jungles, enduring such hardships in travel as none in this generation is called upon to under- go. Life in these regions a hundred years ago had in it no touch of luxury; the conditions were even sterner than in the great Republic of the North. The heroism displayed by the patriots who met at Tucuman was not less than that displayed by the men who had gathered for the same purpose in Philadelphia in 1776. It is possible, however, for a traveler to surfeit him- self with sight-seeing. Too much of anything palls. There comes a time in European travel unless you have great endurance when the sight of a cathedral disgusts, and the thought of an art-gallery provokes a yawn. After having spent half an hour in cudgeling from the dark chambers of memory what little I knew of South American history, I began to feel exhaustion. Strained by this form of mental exercise, I resolved that I would follow the advice of Antonio, who informed me that he knew a brickyard in the outskirts of the city where there were butterflies mariposas in abundance. He had been examining my butterfly-net, which I had left on the seat of the fiacre, while I was exploring the Casa Historica. "Very well, then, good Antonio, we will go to the outskirts, stopping on the way to see anything which may be of interest. ' We halted at two of the churches, which I entered, but, not having letters of introduction to the Roman Catholic bishop of the diocese, failed to detect anything which was profoundly interesting in their interiors, though no doubt with a competent guide, such as a bishop might be, the tourist could obtain some satisfaction by a visit to these old A Trip to Tucuman 277 edifices. I have no doubt that each one of them has a story to tell, which, however, is not revealed by gilded Madonnas and altar furniture, which appears to be all t hat is visible. I am not much interested in such things, and if I wish to see them, can see them better at home in the factory which is run by my Italian friend who makes the reproductions of the bones of the Diplodocus for me, and who, as a side issue, runs a shop in which he sells virgins and apostles used to decorate the sanc- tuaries of the faithful. From appearances the making of plaster of Paris images must be a good business in South America for the enterprising Italians who have it in hand. Two days afterwards, on Sunday, I witnessed a solemn religious procession, in w r hich one of these gilded images of the Virgin covered by a canopy was paraded through the streets borne on the shoulders of men, preceded and followed by ecclesiastics and great numbers of people with bared heads, while the military had turned out, and bands played, and there was a general sensation throughout the town. This kind of mummery is characteristic to some extent of Spain, as it- used also formerly to be of Italy and France. Its per- petuation in South America is interesting, as showing the survival of curious religious customs, which have become obsolete in other parts of the world with the advance of knowledge. Antonio's brickyard, although it was full of thistles, the blossoms of which the butterflies frequent, did not yield as many specimens as an adjoining alfalfa-field, which was in bloom. But it did yield me a very beauti- ful view of the Cordilleras, and it was these which I had come to Tucuman to see. Alas ! however, during all the days that I was there the obstinate clouds refused to roll away from the summits, and the deep purple slopes 278 To the River Plate and Back were the most that I generally saw. Now and then, as the clouds twisted about higher up, an aggravating and unsatisfying glimpse of peaks and pinnacles was ob- tained. Early one morning, about four o'clock, upon waking and looking toward the west, I caught a glimpse of the more distant summits; but it quickly vanished. For weeks at a time the great Andean uplifts are wrapped in fog. In consequence of this there is wonderful vegetation upon the lower slopes. Antonio drove me over by a very rough road, full of ruts, to the edge of the tropical forest, which comes down to meet the clearings in which sugar-canes grow. It was only a glimpse I had of a world in which I would like to have spent weeks. What I saw reminded me of the forest-clad mountains about Rio de Janeiro the same splendid growths of huge umbrageous trees; the same intermingling of genera and species; the same wealth of epiphytic plants. It was dinner-time and already dark when Antonio brought me back at the end of my first day's experience in Tucuman. I was glad to retreat to my bath-tub, and at an early hour to 'woo the drowsy god,' safely ensconced under the cover of the mosquito-net, which I took pains to adjust in such a manner as to prevent attacks by Stegomya, that insidious dipteron, which conveys the germs of yellow fever. It had not been reassuring at dinner to have the head-waiter inform me that there were a good many cases of vomito in town. On the morning of the following day, at an early hour, I was driven by Antonio into the country. We went first to the Aguas Corrientes, the water- works, where Antonio had informed me that I would see something, and have a chance to make a good collection of the small creatures which I wished to obtain. The A Trip to Tucuman 279 result of the expedition was not wholly satisfactory so far as the number of specimens was concerned. I had an opportunity, however, to observe some things which w r ere not devoid of interest. A great swarm of grass- hoppers were at work in a field through which I rambled. The langustos, as the natives call them, were fully mature, and were busy devouring the herbage. The day was quite still, and it was a novel thing to hear the sound which they produced as they fed upon the grasses and foliage. The working of thousands upon thousands of small jaws and the rustling of wings, and the stir they made as they crawled over the ground, filled the air with a low but continuous murmur, unlike anything else I have heard. It became impressive as evidence of the fact that so small and insignificant a thing as a grasshopper may indeed become : 'a burden,' and a great burden, too, to the land. The species (Schisto- cerca paranensis) is at times a veritable scourge, as great as that of the locusts of the Orient, even more so than the common Melanoplus spretus, the Rocky Mountain Locust, to which it is not distantly related. The insects were being greedily devoured by birds, and I noted that the Guira was doing its part in destroying them. By the roadside I had a good opportunity to examine the nest of an Oven-bird (Furnarius rufus) . It was built low down on the branch of a tree, so that by standing up in the carriage I could get a very good view of it. I had seen the birds on the grounds of the Obser- vatory at La Plata, and had often observed their nests at a distance, but here was a chance to carefully study one near at hand. The structure is almost globular in outline, built of clay, about a foot in diameter, with an entrance at one side. It is said that this entrance is always placed by the bird toward the rising sun. 280 To the River Plate and Back Whether this is true in all cases it is, of course, impossible for me to affirm, but it was certainly true in the case of the nest which I examined. I note, however, that Hudson, who ought to know, says that the opening is always made on that side of the nest from which danger might be apprehended. Inside the nest is divided into two compartments, a small ante-chamber and a larger inner chamber, the entrance to which is higher up than the outer entrance, so that it cannot well be reached from the outer entrance with the ringers. The bird is very common in the Province of Buenos Aires and else- where; and there are a number of other species of the same genus in other parts of South America which have similar habits. The bird is known by the common peo- ple under the name of el Hornero, l the Baker, " because of the oven-like structure which it builds. Antonio said to me: U EI Hornero es el mas inteligente de todos los pajaros; es arquitecto.' There is a great deal of folk- lore and tradition in reference to the Oven-bird current throughout Argentina. The birds are never molested, and it is regarded as a sign of good luck to have the Hornero build its nest in proximity to a house. The bird in size is a little smaller than the common robin of our North American lawns, the plumage of its back, tail, and wings bright reddish brown, the breast paler in color. It may frequently be seen running and hopping about on pathways in gardens. The reservoirs and pumping stations at the water- works did not interest me as much as my cochero thought they would. I have seen in my time more impressive establishments. Butterflies of various species were reasonably common, but I found the heat so oppressive, that, after I had spent an hour or two chasing and collecting insects, I was ready to seek other A Trip to Tucuman 281 pastures. We drove at my command to the river- el rio. i had anticipated from the map that I would find myself on the banks of a considerable stream. In the rainy season there was every evidence that it must be a great body of water which flows down through its bed; but to my horror, when I arrived, where I had expected to see a broad shining river, I discovered nothing but cobblestones and stretches of sand in which dwarfed willows were growing; through the middle of the channel there flowed a highly malodorous stream of sewage about four feet wide, from which I fled incon- tinently. The carcasses of dead animals had been apparently hauled out of town and deposited along the bed of the river, there to decay, and ultimately to be washed away by freshets, which fill the channel in the rainy season. El rio left upon me no memories save that of its extreme putridity. The sanitary condition of Tucuman would be improved by resorting to some more modern method of disposing of the sewage and the carcasses of dead horses and dogs, which are now left to fester under a torrid sun. The Province of Tucuman is the center of the sugar industry of Argentina. Under a protective tariff the business has increased greatly in recent years. The area under cultivation has grown since 1872, when it was 2453 hectares, to 72,000 hectares in 1910, of which 62,500 equal to about 155,000 acres were planted in the immediate vicinity of Tucuman. The level plain in which Tucuman is located is criss-crossed in various directions by railways, to which the canes are brought when ripe and transported to the factories, where the whole process of making sugar is completed, from the crushing of the canes by powerful machinery, thereby extracting the sap, to the final process of refining. 282 To the River Plate and Back German and French capital and brains have been utilized to bring about the greatest economy in manufac- ture. A number of the establishments are truly impres- sive in their size and the perfection of their equipment. To find here within sight of the Andes great estab- lishments covering an area as large as is covered by some of the larger steel-mills in the United States, devoted to the production of sugar, was to me at first sight a matter of astonishment. I had the pleasure of meeting several German chemists, who are charged with the conduct of one of these great concerns. I found them to be men of scientific training, thorough masters of the subject. While the industry has as- sumed large proportions, the product at the present time is only about equal to the domestic demand, and Argentina has not yet come to the point where it can export sugar profitably and in quantity. Not all of the refining is done on the ground at Tucuman. A certain proportion of the raw sugar is shipped to Rosario, where there are extensive refineries. The population of Tucuman reveals a considerable infusion of Indian blood, much more than is the case in Buenos Aires. Not a few of the people I saw were evidently pure-blooded Indians. One old woman, w r ho daily sat at the entrance of the hotel where I took my luncheon and dinner, told me with evident pride that she was an Indian. She was engaged in selling cheap embroideries of native workmanship. I saw many others whose features indicated that they belonged to the same race. Some of the children and girls were decidedly pretty. As a class these people did not impress me as being very robust, and some of them appeared to be more or less under-sized and under-fed. Pulmonary disease is reported to be very prevalent A Trip to Tucuman 283 among them, and likewise syphilis. The latter disease is very prevalent in South America, and according to the opinion of some learned authors the disease was originally imported into Europe from South America. Whatever may have been the point of its origin, it is, according to the opinion of those most competent to express themselves upon the subject, unfortunately very common in the southern continent. The days I had allowed myself for my visit to Tucu- man came all too quickly to an end. I would gladly have stayed longer, and pushed on to Salta and Jujuy, and thence invaded Bolivia, and paid a call in passing to a young friend of mine, who has for many years past been sending me the birds and insects of the latter country. But I knew I had gone as far as I dared to go with the time at my command, and therefore on the night of October 2Oth boarded the train for my return to Buenos Aires. By doing this I was enabled to see by the light of day that part of the country through which I had passed in the night on coming up. The clear division between the different vegetational zones through which we passed was most interesting. When I awoke on the morning of the 2ist we were still in the region of the giant cacti and the thorny undergrowths of the semi-arid belt. We soon passed beyond this into a tract which still retains much of the primitive vegeta- tion of the pampas. It was characterized by growths of tall, harsh grasses, growing in tufts, with bare open spaces between them. Some of these spots between the grass-tufts were filled with blooming plants of different species, among them I was delighted to see the scarlet verbena blossoming in a way which would delight the heart of a florist at home. Wide patches of the soil were all ablaze with the brilliant red of this To the River Plate and Back beautiful flower. A little farther alon^ between the railway stations known as Pinta and Selva there occurred palms and palmettos, scattered in clumps among the rank grasses, which covered the ground. In the neighborhood of Palacios I observed that the land for leagues was covered with tall ant-hills, from eighteen inches to two feet in height. There were literally millions of them crowded together in such proximity to each other that they seemed to occupy almost the entire surface. I should much have liked Fig. 27 Carancho. i nat. size. to have given them a near inspection. The ants of the tropics have had an important part in the past in form- ing the soil, having performed a service analogous to that which has been rendered in the temperate regions of the north by the earth-worms. Everywhere during the long ride I took notice of the fact that birds seemed to be numerous. The nests of the Hornero were frequently seen upon the telegraph- poles beside the tracks. Hawks and burrowing owls were common. I saw a number of specimens of the Caran- cho, (Polyborus tharus) or Caracara, as it is called in Central America, and the northern parts of South A Trip to Tucuman 285 America. This most interesting bird is said to be a scavenger, and to prey upon carrion, but, while it may do so when pressed by great hunger, it is claimed by those who have most closely studied its habits that it generally feeds upon the weak and the wounded, whether birds or mammals. It is the torment of the hunter, from whom it snatches the birds which he may have brought down before he is able to retrieve them. Hudson devotes many pages to accounts of the habits of this rather fine-looking hawk and I was very glad to see it in its native haunts. After leaving Selva the land became more and more cultivated, until at Valdez we reached a region, which is one of the garden-spots of the world. Finer fields of wheat and clover, of flax and maize, are not to be seen anywhere upon the globe. Shortly after leaving Valdez the night came on, and the next morning I found myself in Buenos Aires ready for breakfast, and glad soon afterwards to meet some of my friends, who called upon me, and congratulated me upon my safe return from my little excursion, in which I had in one way or another covered nearly fifteen hundred miles of travel. CHAPTER XIX LAST DAYS IN ARGENTINA 'All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.' Shakespeare. THE few days which remained before beginning my voyage to the north were partly consumed by visits to La P ata, where I renewed my acquaintance with my friends, and looked after matters which re- quired my personal attention. I was glad to meet Dr. Hussey, who had returned from his expedition to Brazil, and was able to sympathize with him, as he told me of the unsuccessful results of the undertaking. Had I not myself, in 1887, gone all the way to Japan on a similar errand, and failed? The time which was not given to business and social duties was devoted to sight-seeing in Buenos Aires. The capitol, the various parks, the cemeteries, the latter remarkable because of the many noble monu- ments and finely executed pieces of statuary found there, were visited. A certain amount of time was spent in endeavoring to pick up souvenirs. As at Bahia, so in Buenos Aires, I found this difficult. While there was displayed in the shops an abundance of beautiful silverware, bronzes, glassware, porcelain, and articles de luxe, which were at once useful and attractive to the eye, all of these were things made in Europe or 286 Monument of San Martin, Buenos Aires. A Glimpse into the Cemeterio del Norte, Buenos Aires. Last Days in Argentina 287 North America, and could be purchased far more cheaply in Pittsburgh, or even in New York. A friend bent upon the same errand, who had the same thought, informed me that all which he had succeeded in finding, which in any sense might be regarded as characteristic of the country, and therefore fit to be souvenirs of a visit, were photo- graphs, mate- gourds, armadillo- baskets, and jag- uar-skins. He had discovered a place where these ^ g - 28- Nine-banded Armadillo. nat. size. things were for sale, and he guided me to the spot. The poor little armadillos, small successors of the huge glyptodons and other allied beasts which formerly tenanted the pampas, are being somewhat rapidly ex- terminated, and are sold in the markets as food. There is not much flesh on an armadillo. The favorite method of cooking them is to stuff them with bread-crumbs and roast them. The fat imparts a certain richness to the bread-crumbs, but to eat roasted arm- adillo is very much like eating the stuffing of a bony and fleshless turkey without getting any of the turkey. The most curious use to which these poor crea- tures are put is to con- Fig. 29. Armadillo Basket. V ert their carapaces into baskets. The mouth is opened and the end of the tail is inserted into it, thus forming the handle of the 288 To the River Plate and Back basket, while the hollow carapace serves as a receptacle. The carapace is lined with silk. I bought several as souvenirs. In a shop on the Avenida de Mayo I found a few spec'mens of Paraguayan lace, which are rather pretty. The lace is made by the Indians. While the designs are artistic, the fabric does not appear to be very durable. The lace is made of thread spun in Europe. On the evening of October 24th I repaired according to invitation to the Jockey Club , where I had the honor of being the guest at a banquet given by the University of La Plata, at which the Rector of the University of Buenos Aires, the Deans of the Faculties, and the leading professors of both institutions were present, as well as the Ministry of the Province of Buenos Aires. The banquet was given in the Empire-Room of the Club, said to be the most beautiful room of its kind in the city, and I very much doubt whether in any club in any part of the world there is a more beautiful banqueting chamber than this. It is circular in form, of large dimensions. The dome surmounting it is supported on tall pilasters, and is decorated with beautiful allegorical designs executed by French artists. The banquet- table extends around the entire room in the form of a hollow circle, the central space being reserved for floral displays. Dr. Joaquin V. Gonzales, the Rector of the University of La Plata, presided. Being seated at his right hand, I found at my right hand Dr. Euf emio Uballes, the Rector of the University of Buenos Aires. Sixty gentlemen were present. It certainly was a very distinguished honor which in the kindness of their hearts these learned and eminent men accorded to me, and I accepted it as a tribute of good-will to the Founder of the Institute, whom I had the honor of Last Days in Argentina 289 representing, and to my own country. Dr. Gonzales after dinner rose and made a very beautiful and elo- quent address, in which he spoke gratefully of the generosity of Mr. Carnegie, whose health he proposed, as well as that of his representative. He alluded to the bonds of sincere amity which exist between Argentina and the great Republic of the North, from which the guest of the evening had come. It was a pleasure for the writer to acknowledge with heartfelt gratitude the many distinguished courtesies which had been extended to him during his brief stay in the country, and his appreciation of the hospitality which he had received, destined to leave an indelible impression upon his memory, and cause him always to think of the people of Argentina as his friends. The fact that the constitution of Argentina is identical with that of the United States, that its government is founded upon the same principles which were enunciated by those who framed the organic law of the Republic of the North, was alluded to; and on behalf of the scientific men and educators of my own land, I ventured to express my appreciation of what I had observed of the efforts which are being made by men of learning and of science in the great Republic of the South to advance knowledge, to train men for the highest useful- ness, and to hasten the coming of that good time foretold by the seer, when ' swords shall be beaten into ploughshares and spears converted into pruning- hooks. ' As to the relations which subsist between the two republics, I ventured to express the confident belief that these would forever be relations of fraternity and of mutual helpfulness. ' We of the North and you of the South are all of us Americans, and though the Pole-star lights our northern sky, and the Southern 19 290 To the River Plate and Back Cross sheds its radiance over your fair land, the heavens in which they shine unite to form but one unbroken sphere from which light, the gift of Him who is 'the Father of lights,' is poured upon all the sons of men. ' If we walk in the light ... we have fellowship one with another' and error and misconception pass away. National misunderstandings and antagonisms are al- ways the result of ignorance. When the nations come to understand each other, as do the gentlemen gathered about this table, there will be no occasion for ill-will." At the conclusion of the festivities I had an opportun- ity to take those who were present by the hand and to exchange hearty farewell greetings with them. In passing it may be observed that the Jockey Club is a power in Argentina. It is composed of the leading men of the country, one of the indispensable conditions of membership being citizenship. It gathers all the great land-owners into its ranks, and the agricultural interests of the nation, which are most important, are attended to and in various ways promoted by the Club. It is said that the Jockey Club practically rules Argen- tina, and that no measure of state can succeed unless approved by this influential organization, made up of the leaders of public opinion throughout the land. The club-house is one of the most luxuriously appointed buildings of its kind in existence. One of its beautiful architectural features is a staircase of Argentinian onyx leading from the vestibule to the second floor. It was a matter of regret to me that my brief stay prevented me from visiting certain localities which I have always fancied that I should like to see. The Argentina with which the tourist ordinarily becomes acquainted is the Argentina immediately adjacent to cc W O .a 3 O o O a> o a aJ - -t-> C ctf 0) Last Days in Argentina 291 the Capital, a region which the reader by this time realizes is interminably flat. Very different from this is the western country traversed by the Andean Alps. The loftiest peak is that of Aconcagua, which rises more than twenty-three thousand feet into the air. Several of my friends in the Academy of Sciences of La Plata have devoted a great deal of time to the system- atic exploration of Aconcagua, and one of them presented me with an extensive collection of photo- graphic views of this noble mountain which he made a couple of years ago. There are in the southern Andes scores of other peaks, scarcely less impressive than Acon- cagua, which remain to be conquered by the members of some future Alpine Club, which awaits organization in Argentina. There is a whole world of as yet unseen wonders to be investigated in the southern portions of the cordilleran ranges. Not only the mountain-climber and the artist, but the geologist and the mineralogist, have still before them a rich field in which to exert their powers in this territory, which remains almost virgin soil for the explorer. I should have liked very much to have visited the region of the Strait of Magellan, which, richly dowered with fiords, glaciers, and snow-peaks, rivals Norway in the magnificence of its scenery. But even more than all these would I have liked to have seen the Falls of the Iguassu. This mighty cataract, far exceeding in size and height our own Niagara, is one of the wonders of the world, which has as yet been visited by but few persons. I made diligent inquiry to ascertain whether it would be possible for me to pene- trate so far and return within a reasonable length of time, but discovered that in order to make the journey at least three weeks would be required, and therefore abandoned the thought of the undertaking. 292 To the River Plate and Back The Falls of the Iguassu are located in the midst of dense tropical forests at the eastern border of the central lowlands, where the river makes its final bold leap from the eastern highlands, about twelve miles from its point of junction with the Alta Parana, and near the point where the States of Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina come together. The Iguassu takes its rise in the Province of Santa Catharina in Brazil, not more than thirty miles from the Atlantic coast. The waters, which begin their journey there, flow westward and southward, and only again find rest in the ocean after they have gone two thousand miles from their source. The river just before reaching the cataract pursues a very devious course. The fall is divided into two main portions by a large island. The cataract on the Brazilian side descends by an unbroken leap of about two hundred and thirty feet. The cataract on the Argentinian side descends by two leaps, each over a hundred feet in height, the total fall at this point being about two hundred and ten feet. The fall on the Brazilian side has the form of a horseshoe, like that at Niagara. But between the large Brazilian and the great Argentine falls there are a number of smaller falls through which the water spills over the cliff be- tween small islands. In the dry season there is a succes- sion of cataracts presented to view from the Brazilian side of the river; but, when the stream is in flood, these small dividing islets are submerged, and the whole face of the high wall of rock is one immense torrent, save where it is broken by the great central island. The total contour of the fall is about ten thousand feet, or nearly two miles in length, and at the lowest point the fall is forty feet higher than Niagara. Below the fall the stream suddenly narrows, and the tremendous dis- etf ed o C O u Last Days in Argentina 293 charge of water passes away through a gorge about four hundred feet wide, to which the Indians have given the name El Golfo del Diabolo, in comparison with which it is said that the Whirlpool Rapids below Niagara are a very tame little affair. Between low water in the dry season and high water in the rainy season there is a difference of one hundred and forty feet in the depth of the stream passing through the Devil's Gulf. The thunder of the cataract is heard for miles ; the cloud of mist which rises above it is a landmark visible for many leagues. Access to the spot is now obtained by going either by boat or rail to Corrientes, thence by steamer up the Alta Parana to the junction of the Rio Iguassu with the former river. At this point the tourist must complete the remainder of his journey either on foot or mule- back. The journey in going consumes from twelve to fifteen days, and in returning somewhat less. There is as yet no hotel at the falls for the accommodation of travelers, and those who visit the spot must make arrangements to camp out during their stay. The forests in the neighborhood of the falls are dense, luxuriantly tropical, and the place is said to abound not only with gorgeous butterflies, such as the splendid Morphos, and various species of the genera Agrias and Callithea (Frontispiece, figs, i, 6, and 9), but with other insects not so charming to the eye, which make a visit to the falls somewhat of a trial to the "faith and patience of the saints. ' When discussing the possibil- ity of going to the cataract of the Iguassu, one of my friends, who had been there, said to me: 'Don't go. You will be eaten up by bichos. ' The word bicho is used in South America very much as the word bug is used in English, to designate all sorts of insect-pests 294 To the River Plate and Back and crawling vermin. Speaking of bichos I am reminded of a tale told me a number of years ago by the wife of a former American Consul in Buenos Aires, who related with laughter her experiences at a somewhat primitive summer-resort, since grown fine and fashionable, at which she and her husband, in its early days, once passed their vacation in the hot months. Flies were exceedingly numerous, and, as she sat down at table, the waiter placed before her a plate of soup in which she counted no less than half a dozen of the odious things. She was properly indignant, and ordered him to bring her another plate of soup without such garniture. He removed the plate and stationing himself where he evidently thought she could not see him, with his back turned towards her, picked the flies out of the soup with his greasy fingers, and then advancing with an air of triumph on his face, smilingly set the plate down again before her, exclaiming as he straightened himself up: 'Sopa sin bichos!' Soup without bugs! The steamer Vestris was to make her maiden voyage from Buenos Aires to New York, sailing on the morning of October 26th. I had engaged passage upon her, and accordingly on the evening before sailing we went to the dock, hunted up the chief steward, and arranged to have our effects put into our staterooms and the doors locked, so that at the time of departure in the morning we would not be annoyed by petty cares and anxieties. The last evening was spent at the hotel in the society of friends, who came one after the other to wish us a safe and prosperous voyage. In the morning we were off betimes, and, as we rode down the Avenida de Mayo, a sturdy fellow, springing out from the sidewalk, began to race alongside of the Last Days in Argentina 295 vehicle, holding up to view a brass tag, with a number upon it. I knew who he was and what he wished. He was a licensed porter (all persons, even porters, have to be licensed before doing business in Argentina) and he desired to earn a fee for carrying our hand-luggage on board the steamer. I ordered the coachman to let him sit in front with him. Had I not done this, he would have run the two miles to the dock, and claimed the right to carry our things on board. I resolved not to ' ' give him a run for his money, ' ' and bade him hop into the rig. This is a common sight in Buenos Aires, and having witnessed it both on going to the trains and to the boat, it banished completely from my mind the thought, that,, at least when in Buenos Aires, I was in the sleepy "land of manana." A man, who on a hot day will run alongside of a fast-trotting horse for two miles for the sake of picking up a small fee at the end of the trip, is certainly not afflicted with laziness. When we reached the ship we found ourselves sur- rounded by friends, some of whom had come in from La Plata, others from different parts of Buenos Aires to bid us farewell. There was my witty friend Senor Don Agustin Alvarez, who confided to me aside that he had upon due reflection made a discovery. 'We hold it a truth in mathematics,' he said, 'that the product of two or more factors is the same, no matter how they may be arranged. It is not so in language. I come to say 'Good-by' to you. I put the word by after the word Good, which in this case is the old Anglo-Saxon word for God. I express the hope that God may be by or with you wherever you go. But were I to prefix the word by to the noun- Well ! it would be different." There was smiling Dr. Roth, who had been my guide through the swamps of the Parana and 296 To the River Plate and Baek about the barrancas of Mar del Plata. There was Dr. Walter G. Davis, whom everybody loves for what he is and for what he does. There was my amiable