October 11. Arrived Santos about 4:00 P.M. At the dock about 5:00. Very cold all day. 69 Deg. At noon, and cloudy with sprinkles of rain. Fine glacial scenery all along the coast between Rio and Santos, as far as I saw it. That is, from 6:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M., about one hundred and twenty-five miles. Many outlying islands, some mere rock, very ornamental, fringed with never-failing foam, or holly covered with it. The grandest of all the water lilies. Santos Harbor views magnificent in every direction. It is located a few miles up the river. The stevedores loading coffee make a lively scene on steamers along a mile or two of piers. The bags of coffee are carried on the porters’ backs, and they form long lines like ants, running, working by the piece. Here most all of the celebrated Brazil coffee is shipped to all parts of the world. Went to Pensoa, Saxonia with the saw-mill party. Very fortunate to find guides so kind. Hotel queer, but comfortable. October 12. Rainy and misty on the mountains. Alaska weather and scenery continued as far as I have seen. Interesting railway ride to Sao Paulo. The road is well built by an English company. Extremely costly. Many steal bridges. Tunnels solidly arched, and the cuts on the mountainside solidly reinforced with well-cemented masonry wherever there is the slightest danger of a land-slide. Wide cement gutters for drainage of
Original journal dimensions: 7.5 x 13 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
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