are strong enough to rock them, much less to bend the trunk, or uproot them. They keep their heads level even when the trunk is leaning. A few are to be seen at the foot of the mountain on an alluvial bottom, around the harbor. Sketched a fine broad-headed tree about sixty feet wide and high, in the middle of one of the streets in Paranaguay. It is fig-like, thick branchlets. Young leaves red and purple. Openings in circular flower-like rosettes on the end of the upturned branchlets. The scenery is wonderfully fine at the head of the glacial canyon down which the railroad winds. A noble rock, 1500 or 2000 feet high, looming through the fog and misty rain. A fine broad waterfall beside it. And a cascade on the main stream a few hundred yards farther up the tremendous gorge. Couldn’t see the bottom of it and the other features were shifting, but saw enough to assure me that this wild glacial scenery must be ranked with that of California and the Alps and Alaska. Arrived at Paranaguay at 10:30. Had no difficulty in finding the Johnsker Hotel, to which I was directed by a kind German in Currityba. Two small boys carried my satchels, balancing them daintily on their heads. They trotted along jauntily as if they were empty and were enjoying them as ornaments, showing forth the dignity of labor. Here I have to wait for the steamer Sirio, no word of which has yet arrived here. Through a letter to the hotel keeper by the aforementioned German at Currityba I was made acquainted with a young German who speaks English. Thinking that I must be putting in my time in a rather gloomy way, he took me this evening to a moving picture show, which illustrated a California stage robber scene.
Original journal dimensions: 10 x 17 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
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