Voyage of the Liberdade

ro-Ship on beam-ends-Cargo still more mixed-Topgal

Pedro Docks where we moored. Fleas, too, skipped about in the hay as happy as larks, and nearly as big; and all the other live stock that we brought from

d, from the doors of an hospital! for they are neither a cruel nor cowardly people. To turn sickness

f city adventure, and brought up first in Ouvidor-the Broadway of Rio, where my wife bought a tall hat, which I saw nights looming up like a dreadful stack of hay, the

partly laden with flour, kerosene, pitch, tar, rosin and wine, three pianos, I remember, and one steam engine and boiler, all as ballast; "freight free," so the bill of lading read, and further, that the ship should "not be responsible for leakage, breakage, or rust." This clause was well for the ship, as one of those wild pampeiros ov

asts were carried away, but managed to scamper off without getting hurt. Whenever a vessel

owner (that was his name or near that, strychnine the boys called him, because his singing was worse than "rough on rats," they said, a bit of juvenile wit that the artist very sensibly let pass unheeded), declared that the ship was a good one, and that her captain was a good pilot; and as neither

e fearfully out of tune-suffering, I sho

not avert, in the storm that we passed through. The good Strichine and his charming wife were astonished at the number of opera airs I could name. A