Brazil and the Brazilians : portrayed in historical and descriptive sketches . ast resort was toclaim, in the sacred name of Brazilian hospitality, only roomenough upon their floor for a stranger who is here stopped con-trary to his own will. The reply was the same, Nao, , said I, it is an outrageous shame. I have travelledthrough a number of your provinces, and have mingled much withthe rich and the poor, but this is the first time that I have beenunable to obtain shelter. Here I am, compelled before a largehouse to pass the night in the road. My appeals and denun-ciations were equ
Brazil and the Brazilians : portrayed in historical and descriptive sketches . ast resort was toclaim, in the sacred name of Brazilian hospitality, only roomenough upon their floor for a stranger who is here stopped con-trary to his own will. The reply was the same, Nao, , said I, it is an outrageous shame. I have travelledthrough a number of your provinces, and have mingled much withthe rich and the poor, but this is the first time that I have beenunable to obtain shelter. Here I am, compelled before a largehouse to pass the night in the road. My appeals and denun-ciations were equallyunsuccessful; so I sat down upon a curb- ^a^^tfUlllHili stone, holding the -JHH PWfe bridle of my obsti-nate and tired ani-mal. Poor fellow! hisfatigue was not equalto mine. I had riddensince moining nearlyfifty miles, and hadspent seven hours inSan Paulo. Three orfour days had elapsedsince I had had a com-fortable sleep, and thenight-air was keen forBrazil, though it wasas balmy as a Mayevening in the North-ern hemisphere. Thebody, however, wasnot sufferin<r so much. ASTRDNONir UNDER DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES. as the mind. I felt this inhDspitality to the quick. I sat with my head bowed down upon my left hand, turning my eyes from time to time toward the 430 Brazil and the Brazilians. stars and the waning moon. It was studying astronomy underdifficult circumstances, so that I did not make much progress. While thinking of my condition, and feeling that it was worse,and my treatment more outrageous, than when, a mere innocentstudent-traveller, I was once taken prisoner on suspicion by theAustrians in Lombardy, and led by an armed soldier through thestreets of Pavia, I was aroused from my reflections by an oldnegress, who said to me, Come here, senhor. I followed her toa comfortable room, where she left me with a nice cup of tea anddoce accompaniments. My mule was cared for, as well as myself,and when the morning sun awoke me I found that I was to haveas my fellow-travellers
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