Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . tance; thearrow whizzes across the water; thereis an angrv snort, and an alligator sinkswounded below the water. The pad-dlers guide the boat out of the broadsheet of moonlight close to the bank,where the assai palms throw a denseshadow on the water, and here Gracili-ano shakes his firebrand until he looksa very Pluto—god of darkness andfire — and the fishes leap to their deathand struo:2;le in the bo
Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . tance; thearrow whizzes across the water; thereis an angrv snort, and an alligator sinkswounded below the water. The pad-dlers guide the boat out of the broadsheet of moonlight close to the bank,where the assai palms throw a denseshadow on the water, and here Gracili-ano shakes his firebrand until he looksa very Pluto—god of darkness andfire — and the fishes leap to their deathand struo:2;le in the bottom of the boat. They are queer objects, certainly, andthe Professor regards them with muchinterest. Nowhere in the world, heremarks to Maud, ^ are there strangeror more varied forms. Agassiz report- oraciliano speaking fish. ed the startling fact that the variety of fish in the Amazons is twiceas great as in the Mediterranean, and a larger number than the At-lantic from one pole to How many species are there? Maud asked, half indifferently,for she is more interested in the brilliant scene than in icthyology. Eiirhteen hundred to two thousand. It is well that the waters are. io8 THREE VASSAR GIRLS L\ SOUTH AMERICA. SO prolific, for the natives live almost entirely upon fish. The pira-ruca more than takes the place with them of our codfish. It is ahuLCC fish fi-om ten to thirteen feet lonu, with a plate armor of u^reatscales bordered with a red line, and its odor when salted is not of roses. Mrs. Holmes did not speak much; she was silently battling withher old enemies the mosquitoes. Was it not Professor OrtonrMaud asked, Svho was reminded here of Midshipman Wilberforces
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