National Geographic : 1931 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Capt. A. W. Stevens OCEAN STEAMERS LOAD AT THE DOCKS IN MONTEVIDEO'S MAN-MADE HARBOR Engineering work begun by the Uruguayan Government in 1901 has provided a 32-foot channel for large ships, and thus created a great world port where once were treacherous shallows navigable only by small craft. through the jungle. Edible pigeons and other good game birds there are and deer, but the only way to get them is to find a convenient place from which to shoot, and then call them to you by imitating their cries. Yes, it's lonely. I make frequent trips to England, but I've spent 18 years here. For days I see only native work men. Their language is quickly learned, so you soon possess all the knowledge they do. They use about 400 words-a blend of Portuguese, Indian, and African words imported by slaves." "ROLLING DOWN TO RIO" One may go rolling down to Rio nowa days on big ferryboats of the sky! We made motion pictures of our own shadow on the clouds below, as we flew over Victoria, our last stop before Rio de Janeiro. Victoria's harbor is full of is lands, strangely like the Inland Sea of Japan. In one place light and power cables dangle between two islands, high above the water. On these dangerous cables, as big a menace to flying as we found anywhere, passing pilots keep a wary eye (p. 64). Down the coast from Victoria we skimmed low to see the country. For miles it is empty, with here and there league long parallel strips of alternating brush and sand, marking where the coastline lay in times past. Inland is the blue of dis tant mountains. Nearing Campos we struck rich, green plains. Horses and cattle by thousands grazed here; many herds stampeded as we roared a few yards above them. Peons cutting sugar cane and loading it on big wheeled oxcarts waved machetes at us. Over muddy roads plodding oxen hauled heavy cane carts to smoking mills. Field overseers in white suits sat about on horse back. On our whole flight from Wash ington no bit of passing scenery was more absorbing or gave so quick a cross-section of local life. It was like a Ioo-mile mural of "Country Life in Brazil," with farm folk gardening, feeding pigs, chopping wood, milking, or loafing, and children at play, one group with a goat harnessed to a little wagon. Chickens raced to cover, as if the plane were a big hawk.