BAHIA--RIO DE JANEIRO--RIO HARBOUR--THE TOWN--AN
UPSET--TIJUCA--A TROPICAL NIGHT--MORE UPSETS--
SAFETY AT LAST.
A day after leaving Pernambuco we dropped anchor again; this time in
the magnificent "Bahia de todos los Santos," the ample dimensions of
which make its name a not inapposite one. Bahia itself is built on a
high ridge of land, which runs out into the sea, and forms a point at
the entrance of the harbour. The town is half hidden among huge banana
trees and cocoanut palms, and seen from on board looks picturesque
enough. After breakfast our party went on shore, accompanied by the
captain, and for an hour or so we walked about the streets and markets
of the lower town, which stands at the base of the ridge above
mentioned. We found it as dirty and ugly as could well be, and our
sense of smell had no little violence done to it by the disagreeable
odours which pervaded the air. There was a great deal of movement
going on everywhere, and the streets swarmed with black slaves, male
and female, carrying heavy loads of salt meat, sacks of rice, and
other merchandise to and from the warehouses which lined the quays.
They all seemed to be very happy, to judge by their incessant chatter
and laughter, and not overworked either, I should think, for they were
most of them plump enough, the women especially being many of them
almost inconveniently fat. Finding little to detain us in the lower
town, we had ourselves transported to the upper in an hydraulic lift,
which makes journeys up and down every five minutes.
Then we got into a mule-tramway, which bowled us along the narrow
streets at a famous pace. Soon getting clear of the dirty town, we
drove along a pleasant high-road, on either side of which stood pretty
little villas, shaded by palms and banana-trees, and encircled by trim
well-kept gardens, bright with a profusion of tropical flowers. Now
and then we could catch a glimpse of the sea too, and as we went along
we found the tram was taking us out to the extreme point of the ridge
mentioned above. Before we reached it we had to change our conveyance
once or twice, as occasionally we came to a descent so steep that
carriages worked up and down by hydraulic machinery had been
established to ply in conjunction with the ordinary mule-trams. At
last we were set down close to the seashore, near a lighthouse which
stands in a commanding position on the point. The view which was now
before us was a splendid one; the immense bay lay at our feet, and
beyond spread the ocean, dotted with the tiny white sails of
numberless catamarans, as the queer native fishing-boats are called,
which looked like white gulls resting on its blue waters. But the heat
in the open was so overpowering that we soon had to take refuge in a
little _café_ close by, where we had some luncheon, after which we
went back to Bahia the way we had come, by no means sorry to get on
board the cool, clean ship again. Half an hour after our arrival the
anchor was weighed, and we steamed off, _en route_ for Rio de Janeiro.
New Year's Day, like Christmas Day, was passed at sea, and we
celebrated it with much festivity. Altogether our life on board was a
most agreeable one, thanks to the kindness and attentions of the
captain and his officers, and the days flew by with surprising
rapidity. Four days after leaving Bahia we sighted land off Rio, at
an early hour of the morning. Anxious to lose nothing of the scenery,
I had risen at about four o'clock, and certainly I had no reason to
repent of my eagerness. We had passed Cape Frio, and were steaming
along a line of coast which runs from the cape up to the opening of
the bay. Thick mists hung over the high peaks and hills, shrouding
their outlines, and along the shore the surf broke with a sullen roar
against the base of the cliffs which fell abruptly down to the sea. As
yet all was grey and indistinct. But presently the sun, which for a
long time had been struggling with the mists, shone victoriously
forth; the fog disappeared as if by magic, disclosing, bathed in the
glow of sunrise, a grand scene of palm-covered cliffs and mountains,
which rose, range beyond range, as far as the eye could reach. In
front of us lay Rio Harbour, with the huge Paõ de Agucar, or Sugar
Loaf Mountain, standing like a gigantic sentry at its entrance. In
shape it is exactly like the article of grocery from which it takes
its name, and rises abruptly, a solid mass of smooth rock, to a height
of 1270 feet. Its summit, long considered inaccessible, was reached by
some English middies a few years ago. Much to the anger and disgust of
the inhabitants of Rio, these adventurous youngsters planted the Union
Jack on the highest point of the Loaf, and there it floated, no one
daring to go up to take it down, till a patriotic breeze swept it
away. Directly opposite is the Fort Santa Cruz, which, with its 120
guns, forms the principal defence of the harbour. Soon we were gliding
past it, and threading our way through the numerous craft which
studded the bay, we presently dropped anchor in front of Rio, and
found ourselves at leisure to examine the harbour, one of the finest
and largest in the world. Covering a space of sixteen miles in a north
and south direction, it gradually widens from about three-quarters of
a mile at its entrance to fifteen miles at its head. The town stands
on the western side of the bay, at about two miles from its entrance.
It is backed by a high range of mountains, and, as seen from the bay,
nestling amidst oceans of green, presents a most pleasing appearance.
The harbour is dotted with little islands, and all along its shores
are scattered villages, country seats, and plantations.
As soon as the captain had got through his duties we took our places
in his boat, and started off for the shore. On landing at a slippery,
dirty, stone causeway, we were surrounded by a crowd of negroes, who
jabbered and grinned and gesticulated like so many monkeys. Making our
way through their midst, we passed by the market-place, and then,
threading a number of hot, dirty, little streets, we at last got into
the main street of the town, which was rather broad, and shaded on
either side by a row of trees.
The public buildings at Rio are all distinguished by their peculiar
ugliness. They are mostly painted yellow, a hue which seems to prevail
everywhere here, possibly in order to harmonise with the complexion of
the inhabitants. The cathedral forms no exception to the general rule.
We entered it for a moment, thinking that we might possibly see some
good pictures from the time of the Portuguese dominion. But we found
everything covered up in brown holland. Nossa Senhora da Francisca, or
whatever virgin saint the church is dedicated to, was evidently in
curl-papers, and we could see nothing, though we could smell a great
deal more than was agreeable. Truly I did not envy the saints their
odour of sanctity. To my mundane nostrils this same odour smacked
strongly of garlic and other abominations. We soon got tired of
wandering aimlessly about, and feeling little desire to stop in the
town any longer, we hired a carriage and started off for a little
place called Tijuca, which lies high up among the hills behind Rio.
Our coach was drawn by four fine mules, who galloped along the streets
at a rattling and--inasmuch as the driver was evidently an unskilful
one--an undesirable pace. We remonstrated with him, but were told that
it was the custom of the country to drive at that rate. So, in
deference to the "custom of the country," on we went at full gallop,
shaving lamp-posts, twisting round sharp corners, frightening
foot-passengers, and narrowly missing upsetting, or being upset by,
other vehicles which came in the way.
I was quite thankful when we at last got safely clear of the town. The
road lay amongst the most beautiful scenery, and the heat, though
considerable, was not oppressive enough to interfere with my enjoyment
of it. After a couple of hours' driving we halted to give the mules a
rest near a little brook, which came rippling out from the shady mass
of vegetation which lined the road. I sat down under a banana tree,
letting my eyes wander in lazy admiration over the scene at our feet.
We had gradually got to a good height above Rio, and through a frame
of leaves and flowers I could see the town, the blue bay studded with
tiny green islands, and beyond, the rugged mountains, with a light
mist hanging like a silver veil over their purple slopes.
When the mules were sufficiently rested we got into the carriage, and
starting at a brisk trot, it was not long before we got to the summit
of a hill, at the foot of which, in a little valley, lies Tijuca.
Before reaching it a rather stiff incline had to be descended, and one
of the wheelers, either blown or obstinate, refused to hold the
carriage back. The driver insisted that the animal was only showing
temper, and commenced to flog it. Foreseeing the result, we all got
out of the carriage, and left the man to his own devices. He persisted
in whipping the recalcitrant mule, and, as might have been expected,
he presently started the other animals off at full gallop, leaving
their comrade the option of following suit or falling. It chose the
latter course, and after a good deal of slipping and sliding, went
down with a tremendous crash. The other three, taking fright,
immediately bolted, and we soon lost sight of carriage and driver in a
cloud of dust. We followed on down the hill as fast as we could,
rather anxious for the safety of the driver. Here and there, as we
hurried along, we came across a piece of broken harness, and
presently, on turning a sharp corner, we suddenly came upon the
overturned carriage, the mules struggling and kicking in a confused
heap, and the driver, unhurt but frightened, sitting in the grass by
the side of the road. Assistance having been procured from Tijuca,
which was close at hand, the mules were freed, and the carriage raised
off the dragged mule, which we expected to find killed. To our
surprise, however, no sooner were its limbs at liberty than it sprang
up and began to crop the grass in utter unconcern as to the numerous
wounds all over its body. A horse in such a state would have been
completely cowed, and would probably never have been of any use again.
Leaving the driver to make the best of his position, we walked down to
the Hotel Whyte, which lies snugly ensconced among palms and
orange-groves at Tijuca. The building, with its clean cool rooms,
shaded by verandahs, looked particularly inviting after the
establishments we had been in at Rio, and it was pleasant too, to be
waited on by Englishmen--the proprietor and his staff being of that
nationality. A little stream runs past the hotel, feeding a basin
which has been hewn out of the rock, where visitors can refresh
themselves with a plunge, a privilege of which the gentlemen of our
party were not slow to profit.
After I had rested a little I strolled away among the woods, feasting
my eyes on the beauty and novelty of the vegetation, and on the
delightful glimpses of scenery I occasionally stumbled across, to
attempt to describe which would only be doing them an injustice. But
that even this paradise had its drawbacks I was not long in
discovering. I was about to throw myself on a soft green bank, fringed
with gold and silver ferns and scarlet begonias, that stretched along
a sparkling rivulet, when suddenly my little terrier darted at
something that was lying on the bank, and pursued it for a second,
till my call brought her back. The "something" was a snake of the
Cross, whose bite is almost instantaneously fatal, and as I quickly
retraced my steps to safer ground I thanked my stars that I had been
spared a closer acquaintance with this deadly reptile. When I got back
I had a swim in the rocky basin above mentioned, which refreshed me
wonderfully. Soon afterwards we sat down to dinner, winding up the day
by a cheery musical evening.
Before going to bed, enticed by the beauty of the night, I strolled
for an hour or more among the woods at the back of the hotel, and
gradually, attracted by the noise of falling waters, I made my way to
a little cataract, which, coming from some rocky heights above, dashed
foaming into a broad basin, and swirling and bubbling over a stony
bed, disappeared below in the shadows of a lonely glen. The moon,
which was now shining brightly, cast a pale gleam over its waters, and
myriads of fireflies flashed around like showers of sparks. Not a
sound was heard save the roar of the water, and hardly a breath of
wind stirred the giant foliage of the sleeping forests. For a long
time I sat giving myself up to the softening influences of my
surroundings, and thinking, amidst the splendour of that warm tropical
night, of the dear old country far away, now, no doubt, covered with
ice and snow.
As we had to be on board the steamer by twelve o'clock the next
morning, the carriages were ordered for eight o'clock, by which time
we were up and had breakfasted. The captain, my husband, brother, and
myself, took our seats in a carriage drawn by two mules, Queensberry
and Mr. B. following in a Victoria. Having said good-bye to Mr. Whyte,
we told our driver to start, cautioning him, as he was the same Jehu
who had driven us so recklessly the day before, to be more careful.
But again, for some unaccountable reason, he cracked his whip and
started off at full gallop. Again the mules bolted, and like lightning
we went down a little incline which leads from the hotel to the road.
Then a sharp turn had to be made, seeing which we held on like grim
death to the carriage, an upset being now palpably inevitable. On we
went--the carriage heeled over, balanced itself for a moment on its
two left wheels, and then, catching the corner of a stone bridge, over
it went with a crash, burying us four luckless occupants beneath it,
and hurling the driver into the brook below. Happily the shock had
thrown the mules as well, for had they galloped on, huddled as we were
pell-mell among the wheels of the carriage, the accident must have
ended in some disaster. As it was, we had a most miraculous escape.
The driver, who meanwhile had picked himself, drenched and
crestfallen, out of the brook, came in for a shower of imprecations,
which his stupidity and recklessness had well earned for him. He made
some feeble attempts at an explanation, but no one understood him, and
he only aggravated the virulence of our righteous wrath.
However, something had to be done, and quickly, if we were to reach
the steamer by twelve o'clock. The Victoria was now the only
conveyance left, and we could not all get into it. As luck would have
it, whilst we were debating, a diligence was seen coming along the
road, and, as it proved, there were sufficient vacant seats to
accommodate all our party,--Queensberry, Mr. B. and myself going in
the Victoria. The driver having assured us that the mules were
perfectly quiet, and he himself appearing a steadier sort of man than
the other unfortunate creature, we felt more at ease, and certainly at
first start all went smoothly enough. But, strange to say, we were
doomed to incur a third upset. When we came to a steep descent,
instead of driving slowly, our coachman, for some inexplicable reason,
actually urged his animals into a gallop. We called to him to stop,
but that was already beyond his power, the mules having again bolted,
and, to make matters still more desperate, one of the reins broke,
leaving us completely at the mercy of accidents. The road wound down
the side of a steep hill, and each time the swaying carriage swung
round one of the sharp curves we were in imminent danger of being
dashed over the roadside, down a precipice three hundred feet in
depth. The peril of this eventuality increased with our momentum, and,
as the lesser of two evils, we had to choose jumping out of the
carriage. This we did at a convenient spot, and fortunately, though we
were all severely cut and bruised, no bones were broken. In another
second the coach and driver would have disappeared over the precipice
had not one of the mules suddenly fallen, and, acting as a drag on the
coach, enabled the driver to check the other mule just in the nick of
time.
To meet with three accidents in twenty-four hours was rather too much
of a good thing, and vowing that we had had enough of Brazilian
coachmanship to last us all our lives, we completed the rest of the
way on foot, arriving two hours after the appointed time, on board the
old "Britannia." We presented a very strange appearance, our clothes
torn and dust-stained, and our faces covered with cuts and bruises;
but a bath and a little court-plaster soon put us all right, and we
were on deck again in time to have a last look at Rio as we steamed
away.