In the Wilds of South America — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
In the Wilds of South America
John Stuart Mill · en
No visit to Rio de Janeiro is complete without an inspection of the
botanical gardens, which cannot fail to appeal to all lovers of the
beautiful. Immediately upon entering, one is confronted by avenues of
stately royal palms, ninety to one hundred feet high. The “mother of
the palms,” towering above all the others, is pointed out with pride
by the gardeners. It is said that this was the first of the species
to be planted, and that all of the others were grown from seed taken
from this one plant. There are also attractive little lagoons filled
with flowering pond-lilies and fishes, and bordered with graceful
travellers’ palms introduced from Madagascar. Rows of bamboo form
sheltered lanes where the visitor may seek relief on comfortable
benches from the midday sun.
The palace Guanabara, dating back to the time of Dom Pedro, was
opened for the use of Colonel Roosevelt. Its location is in the most
attractive spot imaginable. Sitting at the table in the immense
dining-room, one may look down a palm-lined avenue to the blue water
of the bay, a half-mile distant; it was through this lane of tall,
beautiful trees that Isabella, daughter of the King, drove to her daily
bath in the surf.
Acting upon the invitation of officials of the Brazilian Government,
Colonel Roosevelt abandoned the plans he had made previously and
changed the character of the expedition from a zoological to a
geographical one. Colonel Rondon, who had been engaged some years
in making a survey through Matto Grosso for a telegraph-line, had
discovered the headwaters of an unmapped river. This he had called the
_Rio da Duvida_, or River of Doubt, for no one knew whither it went.
The invitation to explore and map this stream was tendered to Colonel
Roosevelt, and he accepted it.
We left the colonel at Rio de Janeiro, after making arrangements to
meet subsequently, and continued on to Buenos Aires, spending a day _en
route_ in Santos, and one in Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay.
Although we had read and heard a great deal about the city of Buenos
Aires, we were hardly prepared for the pleasant surprise that
awaited us. The population of this metropolis of the south is more
than a million and a half, and the city presents a clean, dignified
appearance. In many respects it is as modern as New York City. There
are numbers of tall edifices patterned after our own skyscrapers,
large hotels, and theatres. An electric subway was just being opened,
and the crowds in the Calle Florida in the late afternoon rival those
of Broadway. The climate is cool and agreeable. One of the things
that particularly attracted our attention was the presence one day of
swarms of dragon-flies flying in a steady stream high above the city;
they were blown in by violent winds, or pamperos, which sweep across
the level plains country, and gave one the impression of a raging
snow-storm.