KEYES - DIARY - JENNIE R KEYES

The long anticipated voyage began – Twelve days since we sailed and I have not yet begun the diary – Not because I have been disappointed – neither has it been from sea-sickness. The great terror of the passengers, I have been spared almost entirely, but responsibilities and varied cares which of a necessity follow me have prevented my setting down a thought. So many I have had that were pleasant and grateful I shall ever bear in my heart the memory of them. Ever feel thankful that we were cast with such delightful company – Gentleman whose manners are so engaging that any circle might be improved by their presence, not from politeness and delicate attention to ladies alone, as these can be assumed on occasion, but we believe that these are the signs of a true gentleman, which cannot be mistaken. Some whose faces we can trust and whose kind, forbearance and gentle consideration of little children will at once win our confidence. Next to those whom our Savior has “suffered to come unto Him” should be those who can dive down into the hearts, inquiring what they need and what they can administer to their comforts – and for those who care not for these helpless ones, remembering not the days of their innocence, let us draw a sigh of intense pity. No domestic happiness will be theirs. They are ignorant of the kindest affection of the heart and “home” has never any charm for them.

Will we ever forget the parting from our home and from those we love? I think not. It is pleasant to believe that kind hearts, beating so far away, are with us on our voyage. Praying to our common Father for our safety and prosperity. It is pleasant also to look forward to the day when we can open a door of hospitable welcome to some that will follow us. if our journey continues as pleasant as it has begun, how much we will have to be thankful for - how earnest we should be to return thanks by our daily actions - and prepare ourselves for another home not made with hands.

On the morning of the 16th (April) we left at New Orleans - a clear day above and hopeful hearts around us still we cannot say we were not met by disappointments in regard to our “quarters” between decks. We knew nothing of the accommodations of an emigrant ship and consequently did not see, as we do now, that we are far better off in many respects than we might have expected - The rough fare if we keep our health, will never be remembered with thoughts of regret. We will only think of all that has been so very delightful. We passed out of the Gulf on a lovely moonlight night. The waters as smooth as a lake, crossed the bar safely between the two vessels that were stuck lying in wait for the rising of the tide – “so much so good,“ we thought. On rounding Florida point, we had some clouds, rough water, in consequence of a little blow, and some seasickness amongst the passengers. We watched the lighthouse with some interest, also the faint outline of a home of “wreckers” who were doubtless watching the red lights on our mast with equal concern. On the 19th, we passed the Tortugas. The night previous to the blow - On the 20th, passed Great Isaac's, saw a few rocks and a striped lighthouse, almost breakfast hour. Sunday got into the Atlantic - the rolling waves brought more seasickness amongst the passengers. In our family we had more cases with the smaller children, Julia, Charlie and Reb. I suffered some with my head. Our Captain had services on deck. Our two ministers being sick, he distributed a number of new Episcopal prayer books and it was with great satisfaction we saw the passengers, all that were able, to go out to participate. I think we have a good Captain. Prim, considerate and seems to know well his duties and his course. Most of our time we spent on deck and we found our Captain very agreeable in conversation with a rough manner and stern treatment to his crew, he was respected.

For several days the waters remained rough. On Wednesday, we were annoyed by the appearance on board of a case of very varioloid, very slight, but it caused uneasiness, particularly to the mothers of young families - Passed Puerto Rico by night - those that were up said that the streets lighted by gas could be readily distinguished and the scene very beautiful.

Thursday, the 25th

Passed Saint Thomas. And although the scenery was not particularly striking, we were disappointed in not being able to stop and obtain supplies to make our living more luxurious. The Captain thought best to prevent this great wish of ours on account of cholera, yellow fever, mosquitoes and flies, which were said to prevail to some extent. We saw the city lying quietly among the hills. The tiled roofing was something new and interesting, seeing through Col. Cencir’s elegant opera glasses. I like his glasses and like him. If not mistaken, he is one of the true - so are several others whose names will not be forgotten. for we will never forget their kind attentions. Mr. Carson, from Galveston, Dr. Dunn and Tobin – Capts. Ben and Dalton Yancey - the last mentioned coming from Montgomery - our own home - Mr. Slaughter and others - then last, but by no means least, I must speak of our faithful friend, Mr. Coachman, and Carson Wade. What could we have done without them? So attentive they have been to use since we commenced our journey. In fact, I have had so much that is pleasant thus far on this long, dreaded voyage. I feel that it is sinful to complain of any small annoyances we may have. May I be forgiven if I rebelled and fought against any privations. We have made the acquaintance of one or two pleasant, agreeable families - Mr. Davis, wife and daughter, Mr. Miller, wife and daughter, his eldest, Miss Anna, an agreeable companion for Ellen and their youngest and smaller ones, have a merry and sociable time. Indeed, the young people have all been making a frolic of the trip - May they have nothing to mar it.

Friday 20th.

We passed Plymouth in the morning. I had been kept awake by the baby who coughed all night and I was not on deck to see the beautiful picture as described by those who witnessed it. But in the afternoon, I had the rare pleasure of beholding mountain scenery in the perfection of beauty on the island of Guadeloupe. A cloud rested on the summit of the highest peak as thousands have -The City lay quietly beneath these hills - But the eye was pleased at once by the soft shade of green in the background. The blue, bright sky and the sea, scarcely ruffled, over which we were gently but swiftly borne. We saw by the aid of the “true glasses,” always at our service, the walls of the city, the streets and the long rows of palmetto trees - some very large imposing looking buildings were left on the right. A neat looking cemetery. Lying outside were several vessels. One of them a large steamship with a French flag. A French looking sloop in full sail with three little jibs, one above the other – quite unique. After leaving this city, “Basse-terra,” which I forget to mention, is lying below a volcanic mountain, we saw rising beyond a wide strait - another chain of mountains -said to be a continuation of the island of Guadeloupe. A fortification, quite extensive, appeared on its highest and broadest summit. When how made we could not learn.

We saw no more land until we reached the South American coast except the Barbados, which we passed in the night. We feel disappointed that we missed the scenery, which is said to be beautiful.

Sunday 28th

Water rough again –

Rev. Ballard Dunn held service on deck. One or two small flights occurred amongst the men, one Dutchman who leads a blind man much like him, - Probably his brother - had some rough handling, his eye blackened, as uncouth, unpolished set of individuals - If it were not for being obliged to be near some such people as these all the time, we would be more uncomfortable. Comfortable. So entirely different are they from beings we are accustomed to mingle with, but we have only those to look at and enough of a better class to associate with. Dear me! If we had not been thrown with some pleasant and agreeable people, what a sad and lonely time we might have had.

Beautiful weather continued, lasted all the way. Our Captain said we had never made a more beautiful passage and that he had crossed the ocean thirty times.

Oct. 14th,

Lake Juparana. It is now nearly five months since we came to Brazil. Our voyage was happily ended by reaching the magnificent city of Rio de Janeiro on a beautiful moonlight night - the 16th of May - without accident of any kind. Perhaps I will never feel again such an over-powering scene of gratitude and pleasure as when beholding those far famed mountains and city lights. It was quite enough to repay me for a month discomfort on board ship. Then -our reception at the Government House – “Casa de Suede,” was so gratifying. We were a happy band of Emigrants = felt we had reached a place of rest and among kind, generous people who had given us a welcome we had not expected. We were sheltered and fed at Government expense and fared much better than on our steamship. The food not really better, but prepared in a manner to make it more palatable. But proprietor, Col. Broome was a Confederate soldier, as kind and obliging as we could wish - and the house was a little less than a palace with marble floors - most of the rooms having frescoed and gilded ceilings and beautifully papered walls. Flower yards, tastily arranged with marble benches beneath vine covered arbors. Just within the great iron gate is a long row of row of those stately Palms - never before seen except in our imaginary pictures of Oriental scenes. We bought fruit in abundance, at a small expense and all little delicacies which we needed and considered ourselves blessed in many ways.

Two days after our arrival, the steamship North America came in from New York with a large number of emigrants, and our hotel then entertained nearly three hundred. Very soon they began to circulate. In the meantime, we received a visit from Brazilians and Americans, too, by throngs. It was quite bewildering but gratifying to know that we were the cause of so much interest. The Emperor came in person to pay us a visit and we heard that he expressed himself as being much pleased with the appearance of the Americans. Many gathered in throngs discussing the respective merits of their separate colonies. Many acted rashly as they afterwards found, coming to a conclusion. If all had gone together in one colony, they probably would be there now with a flourishing town of their own making. But they did not. They scattered.

Mr. Charles Nathan, Mr. Andrew Steel and sons were very obliging to us, assisted us in many ways, and we will never forget them. We left Rio very hurriedly on Monday morning, 26th of May - on the steamship Juparana - together with several families on the way to Rio Doce where Americans are gathering. We all became seasick and the pleasure of this portion of our journey was considerably marred. We stayed a night at Victoria - stopped early in the afternoon and walked about the streets of the very queer and ancient looking town. The natives stared at us and no wonder they did, for we were a badly behaved set of people.

We looked in the stores and at the people as if we had never seen anything before.

Tuesday, Oct. 2nd, 1867.

Lake Juparana

I awoke this morning and the sunshine was pouring into my room. I got up and dressed myself and went about my accustomed duties. After breakfast, I went down to the “library,” it is a shanty in which there are some swinging shelves where we keep our books. It is also honored with the name “Roper House.” We often wash clothes there. After remaining there awhile, I returned to the house. George, the baby was fretful. I tried to amuse him in different ways, and at last he fell asleep in my arms.

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( Editor: DIARY NOTES)

To Jennie R. Keyes

From her father, Montgomery, Alabama, March 22nd, '67

The Homes We Had in Brazil

( 1. Linhares

(2. Lake Juparana , Province of Espirito Santo (3. Dixie Island, near Rio de Janeiro

(4. Pao Grande, Brazil

(5. San Domingos,

May, 1869.

Jennie Rutledge Keyes , Pao Grande 1869

Jennie R. Keyes –

The first journal was kept by Ma.

She gave the book to me and I am writing in it now

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Directly, I heard someone say that a canoe was coming. I looked out and sure enough, it was a canoe and it was nearly here. I soon learned who was in it. Capts. Ben and Dalton Yancey. They had come from Linhares, a little Brazilian village not very far below here. Having gone there a day or two before, they brought us letters and papers. I got one letter from Lizzie Freligh, a very dear friend of mine, and also a note. The gentleman remained for some time and after dinner they went home. The rest of the day was spent without anything happening worthy of record, except that I walked over to where our new house is being made and took little George with me. I met Ellie. She and I came home together and after supper we all sat down around a bright fire, which Mr. Fahey had made where we chatted and laughed for some time.

Wednesday, Oct. 3rd, 1867.

This morning, while I was washing dishes, I was surprised by the arrival of a canoe and several gentlemen, Mr. Tom Gunter, Maj. Storrs, Dr. DeYampert. As they had not eaten breakfast, we had to prepare some for them in the meantime, Capt. Johnson and his brother came to get a letter that had been left here for one of them. They remained for some time. I heard Capt. Johnson talking to Maj. Storrs about getting up a dance at one of the Brazilians houses. They wanted to know what the young ladies thought of it. And the Capt., turning to me, said, “What do you think of it?” I replied, “I am always ready for a dance.” Ellie said she did not know whether the young ladies would like it or not. It depended upon circumstances, so I do not know that it has been decided yet (about the dance.)

After a while, the gentlemen all went away. I went down to the Roper house and washed some clothes. Ma has gone to the place where the new house is being made. I believe she intends to sketch the little lake. The place selected for our future home is very beautiful. In front of us will be the large and magnificent lake Juparana. Behind is the loveliest little lake I ever saw. On one side is a stream, which will when the rainy season sets in, flow from the little lake to the large one. On the other is a hill, a large portion of it covered with woods. We will be surrounded by beauties, I hope before long the house will be finished so that we can move into it and begin making improvements. Antone, one of the workmen, said that they would finish two rooms for us to live in and Pa to go to Rio and practice Dentistry.

In two of Lizzie's letters, she asked me to come and stay some with her. So Ma says she is going to ask Pa to take me with him to Rio when he goes. I hope he will say yes! and Lizzie and I can have such a pleasant time together. And when I come back, Ellie will go. Perhaps Lizzie will come up here on Lake Juparana to live, and then we can be together often. Lizzie is a sweet girl. I hope I shall not be disappointed in visiting her.

Thursday, Oct. 4th.

We have had no visitors. Today. I wrote several letters. One to Kate Hutcheson, one to Charlie Jackson, and I commenced one to Lizzie Freligh. Eula began to write, but the letter did not suit her and she threw it aside. The day has been very pretty and bright.

Oct. 5th, 1867.

I spent the day in washing clothes and writing letters.

Oct. 6th, 1867.

I am going to begin my diary again and in a different way. I shall write as if talking to Lizzie Freligh, for whom I have named the book.

Oh!, Lizzie, look. Did you ever see anything more beautiful? Lake Juparana, so clear and still, and the clouds overhead that tell of rain brightened by the sun's mellow rays and the blue of the sky in some parts is reflected in the waters below. And the beautiful green banks rest against the eastern sky from where the sun has not long since appeared. Do you not think it is beautiful! But come let us go. We have been looking at it long enough. I have the table to set, the dishes to wash and some letters to write after breakfast.

Now, Lizzie, it is evening. Let me think. What have I done? I have finished all of my letters and washed my clothes so that next week I will not have to have it to do. I then can sew and not be worried with the thought that I still have my week's washing to do. The lake again looks beautiful, but now a cool breeze is blowing and the waves lash against the shore angrily. Just now, Dr. and Capt. Johnson came in, but they have gone to look for Pa. They came to see him on business, I expect. It is later, and the gentlemen have come back. Pa is with them now. They have eaten supper and they are all seated around the glowing fire out of doors. We have these fires built every night and sit around them until we wish to retire.

October 14th, 1867.

This morning my week to cook began, no, Mr. Spencer, always cooks breakfast on Sundays. Not long after breakfast this morning, Capt. Yancey and old Mr. Davis came. They were going to Linhares and stopped on their way. Lizzie, I went to the “Farnah Casa” today and took the baby, Alice and Reb with me. Josephine and Sophie, who are daughters of Seraphim, the gentleman to whom the casa belongs, and made a good many rag dolls. I thought they would be the very things that would please the little children and sent Alice home to get some dumps. Eula, Alice, Linnie, Julia, Willie and Charlie all bought some of the dolls and were highly delighted with them. I took one to keep as a curiosity. I did not feel very much like playing with it. After dinner I took my writing desk and lay down on my bed and commenced looking over some of my old letters and notes. I read several of them which I had received while in Montgomery, and they stirred the “fountains of the great deep.” Oh! those old treasures. How I love to keep them! “They waft my spirit back - to where?” to scenes of long ago -but this is foolish - after a while, Ellie came and began to read to me in a book called “Dream Life.” Do you remember it, Lizzie? We used to read it while on the S.S. Marmion - It is late now and I have got supper to cook, or at least coffee to make.

Maj. Storrs came this evening.

Monday, Oct. 8th, 1867.

I got up this morning and cooked breakfast. I went down to the Farina house. I came back and Ma and I cooked dinner. I commenced sewing. I had tried to begin it for some time when night came, I made coffee after supper, it being a lovely moonlit night. Alice and I went down on the beach and after walking about a while we sat down on the white sand where we talked for some time.

Thursday, Oct. 9th, 1867.

I arose this morning before the sun, and while I was cooking breakfast, Capt. Ben Yancey, old Mr. Davis and Mr. Carr, who were returning from Linhares, stopped and breakfasted with us.

After breakfast The Lake was too rough for them to go any farther on their way, so they remained with us for a while and then went on. I sewed some today. Ellie has had a dreadful sick headache caused by her going too long without her coffee. She took a walk over to Lake Janella before eating. Perhaps that helped to make her head ache. Lizzie, Capt. Johnson came this evening. He had been to Linhares. He and Pa went over to the new house. Mother's plan had been made about it. The Comaraders said they did not have enough men to lift the heavy lumber or any oxen, so they will make two rooms on each side of the hall and we will have two more added after a while. They told us of the change yesterday.

Wednesday, Oct. 10th, 1867.

Lizzie, Dr. Dunn came this morning while I was cooking. He ate breakfast with us and remained for some time afterwards dinner. I began to sew and we were so sleepy that I lay down on the bed and took a nice nap. I went over to the new house and commenced burning stumps. Ellie went with me. She set fire to one. We were our burning stumps so as to clear a place for our front yard. It has been dark and raining a great part of the day.

Thursday, Oct. 11th.

After breakfast this morning, I went down to the “Roper House” to wash clothes. Ma, Eula and Linnie went too. Ellie Cooked dinner in my place. After dinner was over, I went down again and washed some more. While there, Dr. and Capt. Johnson came to bring some newspapers for us to read, to grind their axes and to get some Farina. They remained a while. Their visit was quite pleasant.

Lizzie, what do you think Pa has at last done? He has bought this whole place from Seraphim. He had been wanting to do so for a long time. Ellie and I went over to the new house and grounds. I wandered about the groves at the back of the house and along the shores of the little Lake Janella for some time. I at last came back to where Ellie was standing, attending to her flowers, which she was preserving to plant in our front yard.

She found a tree of white buds and blossoms. They had a very sweet odor and looked just like the orange flowers. Maj. Storrs came today and he and Pa together went to the Linhares. The Maj. intends to go to Rio, we expect Pa back before long.

Friday, Oct. 12th.

Dr. Dunn came this morning just after breakfast. He said he came to help the Camaraderss about a certain part of the house, which would require a good many men. It has been put off until tomorrow. So the Dr. went home. I have washed more today, stitched on the machine, did not sew much with my fingers.

Saturday, Oct. 13th, 1867.

Pa came back very early this morning about four o’clock. Dr. Dunn was going over to Dr. and Capt. Johnson's to help daub their house - He stopped and ate breakfast with us and then went on. Linnie and I went to the little lake. I went in bathing, Linnie fished. I hope we can enjoy these baths together before long. Would it not be pleasant? Dr. and Capt. Johnson sent for nearly all the American gentlemen to come and help them daub their house. I wondered if Pa would send for the gentlemen when the daubing time comes for our house. This evening Alice was holding the baby, Julia held out her arms to him, but did not take him. He fell to the floor and hurt his head. The fall caused him to be sick. I took him down to the beach and showed him the ducks floating in the water. He soon got quiet and I brought him to the house as well now as ever. Good night, Lizzie. I must away.

Sunday, Oct. 14th, 1867.

This morning. Lizzie. – Capt. Johnson, Dd. Johnson and Dr. Dunn came. Dr. Dunn was returning from the Johnson's where he had remained all night. He went home - the others stayed until after dinner. Ellie and I took a walk along the beach area we had never been before. It was close to the woods, a very quiet place. Ellie said that she expected that ours were first American feet that had ever trod that ground. We found much beauty, - “wasting its sweetness on the desert air.” Our place was lovely. There were a good many trees together, forming an arch overhead, underneath was a carpet of brown leaves. Two of the leaves had flowers on them that added much to its “native loveliness.” Oh! Lizzie, you do not know how cool and delightful it did look in that leafy arbor, Ellie said, and I did too, that it would be such a nice place for a picnic or a fish fry on Christmas. And then perhaps you will be here. Would it not be pleasant? While we were there, Mr. Spencer brought Willie, Charlie and Reb in a canoe. The children got out and played a while, gathered some flowers and then Mr. Spencer rowed them home. Ellie and I walked back. We had to scramble through the bushes that were so near the water we had to get our feet wet - I wanted Ma to go over in the canoe. Mr. Spencer was busy and could not take her.

Ma, Eula, Linnie, Willie, Julie and I sat down on the beach not far from the house. Pa came directly, so we remained there for some time. After a while, Pa and Ma went to the new house, then Eula and Linnie followed not very long after and I came to the house. Alice had a chill today, it makes me third one - She has been having them for two or three days.

Oct. 15th, 1867.

Ma has been so lame today that she did not get up until sometime after breakfast. I went down to the Roper house and washed some clothes. After dinner, rather late in the evening, I walked over to where Pa, Mr. Spencer and Mr. Fahey were burning brush. Eula was there fishing - She went with me to the arbor. We went further than Ellie and I did yesterday. found some wild fruit and flowers. I took a book with me and read a while.

Tuesday, Oct. 23rd, 1867.

It has been a week since I have written any diary – Lizzie - Julia. Willie and Mr. Fahy have had chills. Capt. and Dr. Johnson, Capts. B. and D. Yancey, Maj. Storrs, Hunter Miller have all been here. We had a visit of twenty-one Brazilians, which was disagreeable to us. Indeed - dinner was on the table without being invited they helped themselves to what they wanted. Went just where they pleased and did what they pleased. Ellie is making some ginger preserves. I made some which were very nice.

Thursday, Oct. 25th, 1867.

Yesterday, Mr. Spencer went over to Miller’s to help daub his house. Miss Anna came back with Mr. Spencer and she is now with us. She had a very hard chill today. Capt. Johnson came this evening and went down to the Roper House this morning and washed some clothes. The Capt. remained to supper and left about ten o’clock.

Friday, Oct. 26th.

Pa went over to the Little Lake this morning and shot two wild ducks. One was killed and the other was wounded. He says he is going to keep this wounded one and tame it.

Miss Anna Miller went home and Ellie went with her. She intends to remain about a week. Capt. Johnson came again. It has been very warm and oppressive today. This evening it rained, but it will rain again before long.

Mr. Yancey told me last Sunday night that Mr. Gunter had written to your mother (or was going to write) to come to Linhares and keep a boarding house. Oh!, Lizzie, wouldn't that be nice? I could go and stay with you in Linhares and you come up on the lake and stay with me. You do not know how much I want to see you. Please come.

Mr. Spencer and Capt. Johnson came back from Senyor Carlos's, where they had been to buy provisions, and turkeys and ducks and such things.

Saturday, Oct. 27th.

This morning, Capt. Johnson and Cap. Yancey stopped on their way to Linhares. It is about the time for the schooner Juparana to come from Rio. Capt. Yancey asked me if I wanted him to bring me a letter. I told him yes, that he must be sure to bring me one from you, Lizzie. Oh, I hope he will. I want to be. I want it to be one telling me that you are in Linhares. I would be so delighted.

Sunday, 28th

This morning, Hunter Miller, Ellie and Teresa Hayne, Mrs. Carlos and family came and spent the day. Dr. Johnson came later in the evening. He and I amused ourselves by trying to work out some enigmas. Hunter Ellie, Teresa and Hayne remained all night. Dr. Johnson went home after supper.

Monday, 29th,

Mr. Spencer went again to Senyor Carlos’s and brought back two pigs, a turkey and some Fajans, also some banana trees to plant. I see a canoe trip coming - It is Capt. Johnson and Capt. Yancey returning from Linhares. I do so hope I will get a letter from you, Lizzie. It is late now and the gentlemen have come. I have one letter and your photograph. I am so much obliged to you. It is so pretty and sweet. Oh! how I do love to be with you again. Capt. Johnson gave me a bunch of bananas. The gentlemen remained until after supper. Alice had a chill.

Tuesday, Oct. 30th.

Today I wrote part of a letter to you, Lizzie, sewed some.

Wednesday, Oct. 31st.

This morning, I wrote a letter to you. We received a good many young trees to plant. They came from Rio. Ellie has come back. She and Anna Miller went to see Miss Sally Cockburn, Mrs. Davis and her daughter, Mrs. Foster. Ellie can talk of nothing else now but Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Cockburn's Homes. She wants to make a front porch to our little mud house because Mrs. Davis has got one which Ellie likes so much. And she says, “I do love a house made like Mrs. Cockburn’s. I have sewed some today. Ellen brought me a note from Mrs. Foster.

30th Nov. 1st.

It has rained today. I have sewed some. Pa says that he does not know that he can take me to Rio with him when he goes, but I hope you can come up here to Lake Juparana to see me. Would not that be pleasant? Alice, have a chill

Friday, Nov. 2nd, 1867.

It has been dark and rainy today. Rained all last night. I sewed today. Pa is fishing, so is Julia. Alice, Charlie, Linnie, Willie and George are down on the beach playing. Eula is cooking. Mr. Spencer is cutting wood. Ma is sitting by me in the front of the house. Ellie has been asleep all of the evening, is awake now. Mr. Fahy has just made a fire out of doors and has taken a seat by it - looks quite comfortable. Reb has gone to sleep sitting in a chair under his shelter at the back of the house.

Saturday, Nov. 3rd.

Old Mr. Davis came this morning to get a grape vine of Mrs. Foster's which had been left here. I wrote an answer to the note I received the other day and sent it by Mr. Davis. I went down to the house and washed some clothes.

Sunday, Nov. 4th.

This morning, Dr. Dunn came. He and Pa took a walk and found some fruit that was very good. As soon as the children found out where the tree was, they ran down to it. Eula climbed the tree and threw down the fruit. She afterwards got a pole and knocked them down. Josephine brought us a plateful, they were delicious. This evening I walked over to the new house where Ella and Linnie were. Eula was reading to Linnie. I took a book and read myself until late.

Monday, Nov. 5th.

This morning, Mr. Fahy and Mr. Spencer took down the “Roper House.” The lake had risen and the water came into the house so that we could not use it as it was.

This morning, Pa and Mr. Spencer shot some parrots. Three were killed and one wounded. The wounded one Pa is going to tame, fixed a cage for it. Yesterday was the anniversary of Pa and Ma’s wedding day. They had been married just twenty-one years. I took a good

parrots feathers, intend to keep them to make a dusting brush or fan, or something pretty for Christmas.

Wednesday, Nov. 7th.

Today, Dr. Johnson came, washed some clothes. In the evening I walked over to the new house and then to Lake Janella. Reb was with me, Pa and Eula, Linnie, and Willie, Julia and George were at the Lake. After a while it began to rain and we hurried to the house. I did not write any in my journal today,

Nov. 8th.

It has rained today. Rained last night too. I heard, Lizzie, that perhaps you would come up to Lake Juparana and live. Oh! would it not be delightful! I dreamed last night that you had come. I studied some today.

Friday, Nov. 9th.

It has rained today. Capt. Johnson stopped on his way to the Linhares and took some letters to mail for us.

Saturday, Nov. 10th.

This morning I went down and washed some clothes. It did not rain that day. Capt. D. Yancey stopped on his way to Linhares.

Sunday, Nov. 11th.

This morning, Dr. Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Miller and Hilliard came. The Millers returned home about four o’clock. Dr. Johnson remained all day. In the evening Ellie, Dr. J., Reb and I went over to the new house and to the little lake. It was late. Capt. Johnson had come from Linhares. He gave me some bananas. After supper, Ellie, Capt. J., Eula, Linnie and several others went down on the beach and remained for some time. It was a lovely moonlight night.

Monday, Nov. 12th.

It had been raining all day long. Mary. I have sewed today. Julia and Charlie have had chills for two or three days.

Tuesday, Nov.13th.

This morning, Capt. Johnson came in the evening. Capt. Dalton Yancey came. They both left at the same time.

Tonight, Pa took me across the lake Janella. I enjoyed it so much. When on the other side, we looked back, it does not seem like the same place. The trees on all sides are reflected in the water. The moon was not shining brightly, for it was under the clouds. I was sorry of this, for it might have looked much lovelier, as it was. It was beautiful. The surface of the lake was slightly ruffled. The drowsy hum of insects stole upon the air and the oars made sweet music in the water, an occasional note from a bird or a mere from some wild beast - these were all the sounds that breathed upon the stillness of the night.

Wednesday, Nov. 14th

I sewed some this morning and I wrote two letters today. One to you, Lizzie, and one to Dr. Coachman.

This evening, we went over to the new house and to the little Lake. I looked for some flowers to send to you. Pa took Lonnie and I out in the canoe, we fished. I took my first lesson in paddling and guiding a canoe. Dr. Dunn came today.

Thursday, Nov. 15th.

Today I went down and washed some clothes, sewed some in the evening, went over to the little Lake to see the “Roper House,” which put up over at the Lake. Pa lost his wild duck today.

Friday, Nov. 16th, 1867.

I spent the greater part of the day in sewing. The other day, when Mr. Yancey came, he told us that the Brazilians of Linhares had invited the Americans to go down on Christmas and join in some amusements that they are going to have. I hope that we will go. I think I would enjoy it. Went over to the new house and to the little Lake this evening,

Saturday, Nov. 17th.

Today I sewed some. Went down to the little lake and Pa took Linnie and I over to the “Spring Branch.” Miss Annie Miller came this evening.

* Describe a visit to Mrs. Miller.

Sunday, Nov. 18th.

This morning Dr. and Capt. Johnson and Capt. Yancey came. Capt. Johnson is going to Rio and I sent two letters by him. The other gentlemen are coming back. They went over to Senyor Carlos's. The day are dark and rainy.

*Visit to Dr. Johnson *letter here.

Dec. Jan.

Sunday, Feb. 1868.

Well, it has been some time since I have written in my diary. Lizzie. Let me see how many months? Nearly three. And what do you think I have been doing all this time? Not exactly the same daily routine of cooking, washing, etc., for Christmas. Capt. Johnson, Mr. Spencer, Ellie, Eula and myself went over to the Miller's and spent the night. The reason we did not come home in the evening was it was raining. I think the Lake was rough. The next day was my birthday was fifteen. None of the ladies went down to Linarez – (Oh! Lizzie, how our views of life change, at this level of life. But yesterday was a child, satisfied with childish things, and now I feel that another stage of the journey has been accomplished and higher and sterner things are necessary for me. The beginning of the end had been reached, etc.) Dr. Johnson wrote this. Why do you think he did it? He did not intend it for himself of course, but he wrote it as if it were me writing you. It is somewhat what I felt Christmas. But do not ask me why.

I was going to say that none of the ladies went down to Linhares to the “frolics”. Some of the gentlemen went. Not long after Christmas, the ladies and gentlemen of the Lake were invited to Linhares. The Americans had a tournament and several dances. A Brazilian gentleman crowned me queen. (You see, some Brazilians rode). Miss Annie Gunter was the first maid of honor. Ellie was the second. And Miss Anna Miller the third. We all had a pleasant time and came home quite tired. We are expecting to have a dancing party before - well, I do not know when at Capt. Johnson's.

Mr. Fahy has been sick for a long time and yesterday he died. His body was taken down to Linhares last night.

Pa has gone to Rio. He left in January. Dr. Johnson is kind indeed to us and is ever ready to help us when we call upon him. The Lake would be rather a dull place for some of us if it was not for Dr. and Capt. Johnson. They come often to see us. The Dr. is here today with Capt. Yancey. We are expecting Capt. J. back from Linhares this evening with Capt. Dozier. Capt. J. came and Mr. Spencer. Capt. Dozier did not. Oh! Lizzie, I am so happy this evening. Let me tell you. Some months ago I got in the habit of eating mandioca roots raw. At the same time, I had a pretty extensive general appetite. These indulgences caused me to grow and wax fat so fast that I feared my beauty would be completely swaddled up in dimples. Oh, Lizzie, could you but know the agony that fear caused me! How it made me shrink from the thought that my life is but just begun and I have a long life before me through which I must walk without meeting one admiring glance. But joy Joy, Lizzie, I have just consulted my friends, among them a physician and they are unanimously of the opinion I have stopped fattening.

Did you ever in all your life see such a gentleman as Dr. Johnson is? He has tried to tease me about my growing so fat and just see what he has written! You do not know the doctor very well, do you? If you ever do become well acquainted with him, I advise you not to get fat or eat mandioca roots. He is a very nice gentleman, though, and one of the best friends we have.

Monday, Feb.9th, 1868.

Capt, Johnson came today. I have sewed a very little, went down and washed some clothes.

Lizzie, when you read my journal, please excuse all mistakes. I sometimes write without taking much pains. Sometimes at dusk, etc.

Tuesday, Feb. 10th.

Today I have sewed some went in bathing. We have had no visitors. Dear Lizzie, do you know how much I long for you? Sometimes I am up here on the Lake without companions, my own age. And instead of being in a city, going to parties, operas, etc., I cook, wash, iron, scour, scrub until I am so sunburned and my hands are - not as tough as leather either. Yet I have time to read, write sew or study and have had some happy hours since I moved up here. Sometimes I feel unhappy, but then we have been blessed indeed. I wish so much we could move over to the new house, for we are tired of this mud hut. (Please excuse this bad writing). It may be better for me that I am living on the Lake instead of a city. And it is wrong for me to talk as I have done. instead of thanking my Heavenly Father for his kindness to me, is it not? Good night, Lizzie.

Wednesday, Feb. 11th, 1868.

Capt. Dalton Yancey and Sam Kerr came today. I have sewed some. This evening I went over to the new house. Ma and I together. I was told that today is the 12th. Perhaps it is.

Mar. 1868.

The reason, Lizzie, that I have missed writing so many days is that I have been very sick. Dr. Johnson thought that I would die. I believe, but Miss Anna Miller, Ma, Ellie and Dr. Johnson nursed me so tenderly and kindly that I am nearly well. Am up but have not yet recovered my strength. Yesterday we moved out of that tiresome little mud hut into the two rooms of our new house that we finished. The house is not a pretty one, but then we have more room than we had before. The walls are the roughest that I have ever seen, I believe, because they have been newly daubed. but we have the pleasant part of knowing that the house is clean.

We hope to have the walls smoothed and whitewashed. Antone has not made the windows and doors yet and we have to hang mats and blankets and tablecloths up for substitutes.

Capt. Johnson said he is going to come over and take Ellie and I. (I do not know whether he said Eula or not) to his house. He says since he has had some land cleared, he had a beautiful view and wants us to see it. Dr. Johnson has gone to Linhares.

Friday, Mar

Day before yesterday, Capt. Johnson came and took Eula and I over to his house to see the beautiful view he told us of. Ellie said she did not want to go, The Capt. treated us with eggnog. We came home by moonlight.

This morning. Mr. Miller and Hayne came. Yesterday, some Brazilians came and daubed Mr. Spencer’s house. Alice has been quite sick, is better, but is still very unwell. Everybody nearly in Linhares and on the Lake has been sick. I have not heard of many of the natives on the Lake being sick.

And yet more than three fifths of the bodies in Linhares and on the lake are natives.

Saturday,

Dr. Johnson came back from Linhares this evening .

Sunday,

Dr. and Capt. Johnson came this morning. The Capt. went over to Mr. Miller's, wanted me to go with him, but it being Sunday, Ma did not want me to go. Hayne and Linnie have come for Dr. Johnson to go to see Sam Kerr who is sick at Mr. Miller's. I do not think it necessary to write the other name of the aforesaid Sam. Sam being a name so uncommon that you will infallibly know whom I mean.

Do you not wish Dr. Johnson would quit talking to you? Lizzie, I have something to tell you.

Apr. 13th, 1868.

On Wednesday night, we are so tired of the lake. We want to go to Rio so much or else to Boto Fugo.

Apr. 26th.

Dear Lizzie, I am so glad we all think that we will go to Rio, get a place on an island in the Bay of Rio and remain there about two years. Then return to the Lake to live.

May 14th, 1868.

I am so glad that we are going to Rio. Will we not have delightful times? Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Miss Anna, Teresa, Ellie, Hilliard, Hayne, and Ling came this morning. Dr. J., Capt. Johnson left on 25th April.

May 7th.

George was sick, had spasms.

Thursday, Aug. 13th, 1868.

It had been a long time since I have written in my journal. I have taken the journey I expected and am living on Dixie Island in the Bay of Rio, Ellie and I remained in the in the city with Lizzie Freligh two or three weeks after our arrival in Rio. Spent a pleasant time.

Eula Linnie and I study every day. I teach Alice, Julia and Willie.

Our home is very pretty indeed. The scenery we have is perfectly beautiful. Dr. Johnson and Duncan McIntyre came out Tuesday evening, spent the day Wednesday, left the next morning.

Dr. has told me a hundred times that he loves me. He said so very often on the Lake.

Although I have told him he is no more to me than a friend, he persists in loving me. He asked me while here if I thought it possible to love him. I had felt so during the day and told him yes. He said that he left this time more satisfied than he had ever been before. Capt. Johnson and Mr. Buford also told me that they were deeply in - Why do they care so much for me? I am not educated. I am not beautiful. Some say that I am pure, innocent and good. So artless and different from other ladies they have seen. I may seem good in comparison with some others. I know I do not try hard enough to do right, but Oh! God knows it is my wish. Since I came to Rio, I have become acquainted with a good many people. Dr. Baraby, who gave me drawing lessons for a while. Capt. Shippey. Mr. Buford. Maj. Braxton, Mr. Pinckney. Mr. Kneece, Mr. Boyle and I don't know how many others.

Friday, Aug. 14th, 1868.

Today I feel so contented, my home is so lovely. I have such indulgent, loving, kind, dear parents, so many little brothers and sisters to pet and care for. The sun shines brightly and the little birds sing me such sweet songs. Nature seems to rejoice in the joyous light of day. And some of the trees seem to be smiling, a holy smile, as the soft cooling breezes bend their branches to and fro, I have such a feeling of happiness within. And yet sometimes I almost wish to die and get out of this world when I look far into the future and there seems so much for me to do, so much suffering and sorrows I may have to bear. Why then, do I feel so happy today?

There comes a little boat in full sail. I wonder what the person who is taking such a pleasant ride is thinking about. Perhaps he feels as happy as I do, but again, he may be very miserable. Today I took Alice, Julia, Linnie out under a tree and heard their lessons, studied my own, climbed a tree, which is something I had not done in a very long time.

Saturday, Aug. 15th, 1868.

I do not feel as I did yesterday. The birds sing so sweetly, but the sunshine does not seem so bright. Even the shadows on the ground do not look the same. I feel almost indifferent.

Wednesday, 19 1868.

Saturday evening, Mr. Slaughter and Capt. Johnson came with Pa. Sunday, Captain Dozier and Mr. Judkins came. Mr. Judkins left in the evening. Monday, Dr. Johnson arrived and he is going away to stay a year, wants to know if I love him, I told him that I thought I did once while he was here. No, I don't love anyone and wonder if I ever will.

Yesterday the doctor taught me arithmetic.

Thursday, Aug. 20th, 1868.

I dreamed last night I was back in Montgomery. That I was with my dear friend Kate Waller, looking at my old home. The sight of all the familiar things around me so overpowered me that I put my head on Kate's lap and wept. I have not heard from this friend since I came to Brazil. I have written once to her, but have received no answer. I think I will write again. Last night it rained. The first we had in some time.

Friday, Aug. 21st, 1868.

Yesterday I wrote a letter to Kate Waller, studied my lessons, taught Alice and Julia.

Tuesday, Aug. 25th, 1868.

Capt. Johnson came out with Pa Saturday evening. We received letters from some of our friends in the States. Sunday I wrote to Nellie Keyes. Mr. Coachman came. Eula, Capt. Johnson. Mr. C and I went for a walk. Monday I sewed all day. Today I expect to sew and study too.

Wednesday, Aug. 26th, 1868.

It is quite late in the day and I have not commenced to study yet. I have been doing what I ought not to have done - reading a novel. Ma does not want me to do such things. I ought to be studying this evening. Duncan McIntyre came, brought me a note from Lizzie and her photograph.

Friday, Aug. 28th, 1868.

Yesterday morning, Eula and I made an arbor amongst the trees. In the evening, Pa, Capt. Johnson came. Pa is going to look at a place. I hope he will buy it. The Captain moved out to his new home or rather is going to move today. Capt. Johnson is going to make me a present of a horse, saddle and bridle and says he will teach me to ride when I go out to our new home.

Tuesday, Sep. 1st. 1868.

Saturday, Dr. Johnson and Lizzie, Mr. R Freligh came. The Dr. and Mr. Freligh left Monday. Lizzie is with me now. Yesterday we studied. Today we intend to do the same.

Eula, Ellie, Lizzie and I have made a plan to have our photographs taken. Before very long. I hope. Lizzie is such a sweet girl. I am selfish, I know, Eula has no companion and likes to stay with mine, and I want her with me by herself a good deal of the time. I ought to try harder to think of the pleasures of others. But I like to have Lizzie alone with me. She is such a dear, sweet girl. She says she loves me more than anyone else.

Thursday, Sep.. 3rd, 1868.

Capt. Johnson and Pa came Tuesday evening, brought some oranges. It has been raining today.

Friday, Sept. 4th, 1868.

Last night, Dr. Johnson and Mr. Coachman came. Lizzie, Eula and I made some ground pea candy. The gentlemen left early this morning.

Sunday, Sept. 7th, 1868.

Mr. Coachman came out yesterday. Pa has gone to look at another place. Dear Captain Johnson. Today a young Brazilian came. His name is Chamberlen.

Tomorrow Eula, myself, Ellen and I expect to go out to Bango with Mr. Coachman, Dr. Johnson. I do hope to enjoy myself.

Thursday, 18th, 1868.

Ellie Eula, myself and Capt. Johnson. Dr. Johnson. Dr. Coachman went out to Fazenda Bango. We went horseback riding, took walks, visited the sugar and Cashasha mill, etc. Capt. and Dr. Johnson, Dr. Coachman and Ma gave Ellie some very handsome presents on her birthday, the 8th. Dr. J. and Dr. C. came out last night. Dr. J told us goodbye. He is going to someplace.( I do not know the name of it) To practice his profession. He wants me to write to him.

Sep.. 23rd, 1868.

Last Sunday, Duncan McIntyre came and Eula and Ellie went home with him. Last night Mrs. McIntyre came and the Maj. brought me a note from Lizzie. When Eula and Ellie come back, Lizzie and I are going, perhaps Capt. Dozier will go with us. I hope we will enjoy ourselves. Capt. Johnson has promised me a photograph album. I do hope Pa will succeed in getting the place next to Captain J.’s. I wrote a letter to Kate Hutcheson yesterday.

Wednesday, Oct. 7th, 1868.

Ellie and Eula came back Monday. They were delighted with their visit. I made a mistake, They came Monday before last. I have not been studying very much lately. Have read The “Prince of the House of David”. It is very interesting. I have two letters ready to send to the States, one to Kate Hutcheson, the other to Mary Scott. Dr. Burney is going back soon and I expect I will send my letters by him. I hope Pa will succeed in getting a new home before long Sunday. Dr. Burney and Maj. Newman came in the evening. Dr. Coachman came.

Friday, Oct. 9th, 1868.

Yesterday Pa came out and brought Mr. Spencer. The schooner from the Doce came the day before. I think Mr. S. brought two letters for me. One from Miss Anna Gunter and the other from Miss Anna Miller. The latter sent me a present of a pair of matts to set my candlesticks on. They are very pretty.

Today, Ellie, Eula and I went to Mrs. Newman's. Miss Molly Newman went with us to visit Mrs. Manning and her sister. The ladies were not at home. We remained for a while, rested and then came back. The walk was quite pleasant. After staying some time at Mrs. Newman's, we came home. I forgot to say that Dr. Burney walked with us to Mrs. Lane’s. Eula and I went to see Miss Newman yesterday.

Oh, what a pity. - The last page does not look neat. The black ink is poor, and I cannot write very well in a book without taking so much pains.

Saturday, Oct. 17th, 1868.

Last Saturday, Lizzie. Miss Mary Porter, John McIntyre and Mr. Coachman came over to the wharf and called for Linnie and I. We went over and went with them to Mrs. McIntyre's. Capt. Johnson and Pa cane the same evening. The Capt. gave me a most beautiful photograph album. I had a very pleasant time at Mrs. McIntyre. We rode horseback, went riding in a cart one evening, played a great many games, and came home very much pleased with our visit.

Miss Mary Porter seemed to be a very nice young lady or gir rather, he is seventeen. Eula says she thinks she will like her very much from what I have told her of her, she says she believes she loves her already.

(Paper pasted over a part of a page)

It is very pleasant to know that I am preferred bt some, above all others, but I feel sometimes that it is very wrong for me to like to have people care so much for me and not like them any more than friends. I have struggled against this feeling and have felt that I did not want it so. It is very flattering to my vanity.

Miss Molly Newman has been staying two or three days at Dixie. She came while Linnie and I were gone. Left this morning.

Monday, Oct. 19th, 1868.

Yesterday morning, a little stranger came into the world, a girl – the little children are delighted with it. Charlie asked Eula if an old woman who was here did not bring Mrs. Pane her baby. Eula said yes - Charlie said “If I had as sweet a little baby, I would not give it away.”

Yesterday evening, Eula and I took a walk. We went to the other end of the island, found a watermelon, sat down on the beach and ate it. But it was very small. This morning I took a little white chickens to pet but they may soon get tired of it and give it back to its mother.

Eula and I have taken Mrs. Pane place two weeks. Eula will cook and I will wash dishes and attend to the dining room;. the next two weeks, Eula will take my place and I will take hers. Ma said she will give us the money she has been giving Mrs. Pane. Ellie will teach the little children and Ma will pay her -. We expect Pa home this evening.

Friday, Oct. 23rd, 1868.

Tuesday evening Pa came. He brought a very pretty little writing desk that Capt. Johnson had sent Eula. Yesterday evening. Ellie, Eula and I went in bathing. Miss Molly Newman wrote a note to Ellie saying Miss Lottie Lane and Mrs. Lane wanted us to go to their home on Tuesday next. They would send horses for us to ride.

Friday 30th, 1868.

Last Friday, I think it was, some Brazilians came to look at the island, they thought they would buy it. I expect.

Saturday evening Pa, Capt. Dozier, Capt. Johnson came. Sunday morning, my week to cook began. Monday the gentleman left. Tuesday, Miss Molly Newman, Eula, Ellie and I went to Mrs. Lane’s. While we were riding a boy who was behind us hit Eula’s horse. He ran away. Eula jumped off. We had quite a pleasant time at Mrs. Lanes’s. I like the family very much. I forgot to say, Duncan McIntyre came Sunday.

Monday, Nov. 1st, 1868.

Yesterday, Capt. Johnson, Dr. Coachman, Mr. Slaughter, Mr. Wharton, Duncan McIntyre and Paul were here. Today Miss Newman came, is here now.

Tuesday, Dec. 1st, 1868.

Pao Grande.

We have left Dixie. It is home to some English gentlemen. We are now living at Pao Grande, Capt. Johnson's place. It is a beautiful fazenda. This is the first day I have spent here. It seemed rather long for two reasons, I expect. I have done no work worth speaking of and it had been dark and rainy.

Wednesday, Dec. 2nd, 1868.

Today has commenced bright and lovely - before breakfast, Ella Reb and I went to walk. It was very cool and pleasant. I gathered some flowers and pressed them. Eula and Capt. Johnson took a ride. The Capt. had given Eula a very pretty horse. He promised me one some time ago, but I have not yet got it yet. I think that if I had a horse, I would love it dearly. Eula Capt. Johnson and I have just come in from a walk to the creek. I think it's beautiful. I tried to step on some rocks in the water, my foot slipped and I fell, got wet. I hurt my hand. Thought for a while I had sprained it, but the pain has all gone away. In this place, I think I can realize what happiness is.

Later in the day,

I have come down in the grape arbor and have brought a book to read and my journal to write in. I had a view of the mountain scenery and a lake just before me. There is a little boat on the water. I think I will get in it and float off.

Capt. Johnson's garden is a little peninsula cut in the shape of South America. I have been out on the lake in the little boat, like it very much and want to go again. We expect to expect to have a Christmas picnic. –

Later, Capt. Johnson and I have been on the lake.

Night,

This evening Mr. Spencer, Ella, Eula, Alice, Julia and I took a walk to the mill, the waterfall is a beautiful sight. Later in the evening, Eula, Capt. Johnson and I went to ride on horseback.

Thursday, Dec. 3rd.

Today I have not much to record except that the day has been both bright and dark. Capt. J., Eula and I went to ride in the little boat on the lake. I have sewed some.

Pa went to the city this morning.

Later, I thought I could realize in this place what happiness is, but this evening I have had enough to make me unhappy.

Later, I believe sorrow, “tis on my heart like dew on the flowers,” It is soon dried up by the sunshine or brushed away by the passing breeze.

Friday, December 4th, 1868. This morning, Ellie read and I took a walk. Reb and I went out on the lake in the boat. This evening. Capt. J. Eula and I went to ride.

Sunday, December 6th.

Yesterday, Capt. J. went to the city. In the evening, Pa and Mrs. Wharton came back with him.

How things have changed since we first came to the country. Friends have been scattered like roses in the bloom. Maj. Storrs who I often spoke of in my journal on the lake, I do not know what has become of him. Capt. Dalton Yancey has gone back to the States. Dr. DeYambert went back and died. Dr. Dunn has gone to Sao Paulo. Dr. Johnson is someplace of which I do not know the name, and we are staying at Capt. J.’s place near the city of Petropolis. I am changed myself to Capt. J. says. I have hurt his feelings often, but not intentionally. I know.

it seems that the Capt. has transferred his affections to Eula, but I don't blame him at all. He has misunderstood me so much.

Capt. Johnson and I have made friends at last. But he says he has been my friend all the time. And I know I have always been his ever since I got well acquainted with him. Well, I am very glad that has taught me a lesson and I hope I shall improve by it all.

Monday, Dec. 7th.

Capt. Johnson and I went to ride this morning before breakfast.

Friday, Dec. 18th.

It is now only one week before Christmas. Ellie and I have found a pretty place to eat a picnic dinner. I do hope we shall have a pleasant time. I feel as if I have crossed or am crossing a rough wave in my life.

But – “All’s the best - be sanguine and cheerful.” Perhaps it will come right at last. The wave is not so very rough after all.

Sunday, Dec. 20th 1868.

Today has not been a pleasant one. Two or three of the gentlemen have behaved so badly - drank too much. I have had the “blues” a little.

Monday.

Yesterday evening, Mr. Miller intended to go to ride, but just before he went, Mr. Wharton got on the horse that Mr. Miller had borrowed and rode away. He called to Mr. Wharton to come back, but he would not, said. he would return in ten minutes. Mr. Miller grew quite angry - and he said that he wished Mr. W would break his neck. He repeated it several times. When Mr. Wharton returned, he challenged Mr. Miller.

He has accepted. Tis said the duel will come off,

Saturday.

This evening Capt. Johnson came back. Old Mr. Miller has left the Lake, intends to send for his family. Capt. J. brought us some letters. Ma and Linnie got two from the States. Oh! How it makes me feel to read them. Brazil is so different from my native land.

Dec. 24th.

It is only one day before Christmas. Oh, how different from a Christmas in the States! I do not expect very much pleasure. Yesterday Capt. Dozier and Maj. Newman came. I got a letter from Mr. Buford. It was full of “loving” expressions. It seems that he has not yet changed, though everybody else has towards me - why is it? Am I so ordered?

Dec. 28th.

Christmas is over! We have all enjoyed it very much, more than we expected - Lizzie. Mrs. Rowley. Mrs. Freligh, Duncan McIntyre, Miss Molly Newman, Mr. Coachman and a good many gentlemen were here already.

The day before Christmas, we wreathed the walls with red and green peppers, orange leaves, flowers, etc. - It looked quite pretty - Every one in the family received presents - on my birthday I got some nice ones. We had a good many dances - it was all very pleasant.

Tis the second Christmas I had spent in Brazil. Saturday. I expect to go to Rio to stay a while with Lizzie.

Jan. 1st.

New Year's Day. It does not seem much like it.

Monday, Jan. 4th, 1869.

I am again disappointed. I thought I would go into Rio this morning, intended to go Saturday, but could not.

Sunday, Jan. 17th, 1869.

This evening Rab and I took a walk. I sat down by a stream by the wayside and it made me think of a little stream that flowed between two hills near my old home. We used to call it the “Junietta.”

But that sweet little brook with so many fond memories cling may never murmur its music in my ears again, or the sun rise and set in my native land for me.

I have finished Nickleby, or rather, “Nicholas Nickleby”. The duel I spoke of some time ago, did not take place.

Thursday, Jan, 21st, 1869.

Yesterday evening Pa came out and brought some letters for us. I received one from Anna Gunter and one from Mary Baldwin. I have been writing nearly all this morning. Since dinner have been rather idle – Ma has been sick two or three days. We have wanted rain so long and this evening we can say:

“The rain. the rain, the beautiful rain

The rain we so awaited long

comes down to the ground

with a rushing sound

like a welcome burst of song.”

Wednesday, January 27th, 1869.

Dear old Journal! I have not had a chat with you in some time. I feel that you are one of the best friends I have. You would never “prove untrue to me.” Yes, I love you! It has been raining for several days. As I write, I can hear the drops patter, patter as they fall. It is sweet music. Ma is still sick. I hope she will be well soon.

February 7th, 1869. Rio de Janeiro. Yesterday, Ellie, Eula and I came to the city - I went shopping with Mrs. Freligh, Lizzie, Eula, Minerva, Rowley, Mr. Pinckney, Capt. Johnson. Mr. Rainey. - I believe his name is - either Dr. or Mr. This morning went to church with Mr. Pinckney. He treated us all to ice cream yesterday. Or rather, all those that went shopping. The streets are very prettily decorated for the carnival, which will commence today. There are eight young ladies in the house, and we have plenty of gentlemen to make the time pass pleasantly.

Over our balcony we have hung a Confederate flag- Dear old flag! I am proud to call it ours. It makes me feel sad - It brings to mind so fully “all our soldiers bled and fought for all their noble hearts have fought for, bled and fought for, all alone.”

Later,

It is night - I am sleepy but I want to write down what I have seen today - I was very much pleased indeed with Carnival. People were dressed up very fancifully - in different colors. Processions passed by, the drums beat, music was very sweet. Torpedoes were fired, etc.

A band of people went by that was very interesting, four or five men supported two poles on top of which was a board or something of the kind, with a tiny ship fastened on blue cloth, made to represent the sea. On another two poles was Neptune, on a fish riding through the sea, or over it. Twas a little boy. This sea was like the other.

There was more - this was Bacchus, the god of wine. He had a wreath of grapes around his head. I believe he had a cup in his hand. This procession was of sailors I was told. And another band with a ship in a storm. I expect it was meant for this, twas on cotton, I believe, or white cloth.

Oh!, it would take too long to tell all of the things I saw. A crowd of us went out tonight to look at the streets, some of which were beautiful - I never saw such illuminations in my life. Twas perfectly magnificent! I cannot describe it. But when I looked down the street it seemed like fairy-land and I almost forgot it was night. The light was almost equal to sun shine.

Not far from the front door is a little sort of a portico where the musicians sit. We got the benefit of the sweet music.

Thursday, Feb. 11, 1869.

Tuesday was the last day of the Carnival. I liked it very much. Some of the costumes of the people were very very beautiful. They were all dressed in silks, velvets, ribbons, laces and almost every kind of cloth - One procession passed that was almost awful to behold. Twas a wagon, representing a hearse, drawn by four or six mules with green plumes in their heads. In the hearse was the figure of death with a scythe in one hand and an hourglass in the other. His mask was a skeleton’s face. He had flame colored hair. Oh! it was horrible.

Besides this figure there were others representing ghosts, all dressed in white.

Pretended cannibals went by crying for children to be killed, for them to eat. People danced, bands played. Torpedoes were fired furiously at the passers-by, but more so at the masked figures. The day after Carnival, which was yesterday, the flags that floated in the breezes were taken in and the pictures were taken in also, or at least a great many of them were. Our “Conquered Banner” was once more furled and everything is now as quiet as if there had been no commotion at all.

Ellie went back to Pao Grande yesterday. Mrs. Kerr went with them. Miss Rowley left today. Mr. Pinkney is teaching me to play chess.

Saturday, Feb. 18th.

Yesterday, a party of us took a ride out to go to Bota Foga on streetcars. It was quite pleasant. On our way back, we stopped at the gate of the public garden, “Passeio Publico” -. There we met Mr. Rainey, he went in with us. We walked about a while, looked at the magnificent bay, then took seats in a little arbor or something of that kind. We were treated to ice Doce - We also had sweet music to listen to. The gentlemen tried to get the band to play “Dixie,” but they did not have the notes. I wish I could hear “Dixie,” it is the sweetest song in the world, nearly, to me. Not that the tune is beautiful, but it is dear to me from association.

This morning we are going to the Gallery of Arts. I believe Mr. Pinkney is waiting for us now, so I must hurry and dress.

Sunday, Feb. 14th.

Valentine Day! Yesterday, Miss Mollie Newman. Miss Anna McCollum. Lizzie. Mr. Pinkney and I went to the Gallery of Fine Arts. I liked it very much. There were some beautiful pictures. In the evening, a party of us went out, did a little shopping. Mr. Pinkney treated us all to ice cream and strawberries. We then took a ride across the bay on a steamer. Came back at night. Oh! it was so beautiful. The lights of the cities. Like a chain of diamonds almost encircling the bay, or at least as far as we could see. We had a strong breeze that was delightful. When we came back, we were again treated to ice cream, frozen orangeade. etc. We then came home. Mr. Pinkney bought some almond candy. Mollie. Lizzie. Annie. Mrs. Freligh and I ate Philopoena with Mr. P. He is going away and he says when he returns, the first one who says the word Philopoena, is caught.

On our return last night, we found a large envelope directed to the “young ladies,” inside were three comical valentines from Mr. Slaughter. Capt. Freligh wrote three for us, (Mollie, Lizzie and I) we copied them, and had put them on the parlor table for Mr. S when he comes today. Mr. Pinkney told us goodbye last night, by this time he may be far out on the deep. Mr. P begged me to let him give me a box of chess, but I did not want to accept such a present from him, he did give me a very pretty little bottle of Jockey Club for a philopoena present, but I did not know anything about it until he had bought it.

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Mossey. Sometimes at table I try to avoid catching his eye for fear I shall laugh too much. He looked so happy when he is smiling. I believe he is a Frenchman. He speaks English, rather brokenly. I don't know that he is so old either.

Wednesday, Feb. 17th, 1869.

Yesterday I did not go anywhere except over to Madame S's across the street. Life, to me seems more real than it used to be. Oh! I wonder what is in store for me. The sad feeling I have often now worries me.

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Dr. Coachman's this morning.

The city is getting dull to me, it is so warm. I have nothing to do now. I can read, but the books don't seem interesting. I wish so much somebody would come. I would like for a cool breeze to spring up and last all day. It is pleasant in this little closet for there is a breeze here.

Thursday, February 18th. Last night, Mrs. Freligh, Lizzie. Miss Anna McCollum, Mr. Rainey and I went over to the bay on a steamer. It was very pleasant. When we returned we (last page, cut off) home, a shower of rain came up. We remained in the saloon until it had passed. Our walk home was funny. We had to jump the puddles.

Saturday, Feb. 20th, 1869.

Last night, a party of us went out. Mrs. Freligh did a little shopping. We all had ice cream and cake. When we returned, we found visitors, Capt. Rainey, and Mr. Slaughter and one or two others. It rained.

Sunday, Feb. 21st, 1869.

Yesterday I received two or three letters from the U.S. and I wrote some. Last night Mr. Slaughter came with a carriage and took Mrs. Freligh, Lizzie and I to the Government House. We saw a few Emigrants that had come on the last steamer, looked around at the old place, and the site called up memories of the bright happy past. We brought away a few sweet flowers. I had one now pinned at my throat.

This morning. Mr. Rainey, Mrs. Freligh, Lizzie, Anna McComb and I went to church. This evening a party of us expect to go to the Paseio Publico, but it looks so much like rain that we may have to postpone or give up our walk, but I hope not -

Monday, Feb. 22nd, 1869.

Last night Mr. Slaughter came for us to go to the Paseio, but it commenced sprinkling and we could not (several lines erased.) I expect to go back to Pao Grande tomorrow, I want to see the home folks very much, but it is dull in the country. Good-bye Journal until then. I mean until I return home.

Feb. 25th, 1869.

Pao Grande again! I returned Tuesday and I was very glad to see home folks once more. Monday evening before I left the city. Lizzie Mrs. Freligh, Capt. Johnson and I took a walk. I forgot to say myself, I had my last treat of ice cream for a long time I expect. Mr. Slaughter gave me a little box of curiosities and coins.

Yesterday. Mrs. Kerr. Eula. Mr. Knuse, Capt. Johnson and I went to visit some Brazilians. They were very kind, ale light bread, cheese and jelly was brought in for us. Mr. Kerr played on the piano. Mr. Knuse sang. It was quite pleasant. Our carriage was a cart drawn by two mules. We had a mat to sit on. Oh! how we were jolted. We came home by moonlight; our road was pretty, lilies grew on each side. We had a branch to cross and that made it all the more pleasant. The scenery was beautiful, fireflies sparkled around us, and on our way back we sang, laughed and talked, etc. After supper, we sat down on the front steps and Dr. Farley, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Knuse, Ellie, Ma and Mrs. Kerr sang.

This morning Mrs. Kerr, Eula, Capt. Johnson and I went to ride on horseback up to the old mill. We saw a part of the creek rushing over, around and amongst the cool gray rocks, some of them wearing mantles of moist green moss. Some of us climbed the large rocks, crossed and recrossed the creek. We then rode down to the field where the hands were working.

Friday, Feb. 26th, 1869.

Yesterday evening, Eula Linnie, Capt. Johnson and I went to ride on horseback. I have finished reading a book called “Silcotes of Silcotes” that Mr. Slaughter lent me.

Later. We are getting ready to go up to the city of Petropolis. We will start tomorrow morning, very early. We will go on horseback and will have to make two or three riding skirts. This evening. We expect to make a visit to Mrs. Lane, who we heard is now living in the above mentioned city. Eula, Mrs. Kerr and I are the ladies of the party.

Sunday, Feb. 28th, 1869.

Yesterday, Eula, Mrs. Kerr, Capt. Johnson and I rode up to Petropolis. The road was beautiful. Twas white and hard with a stone wall on one side and on the other part of the lonely mountains, reaching high up toward the sky, covered with green trees, rocks, flowers, etc. Streams gushed out of the mountainside, bubbling and singing, inviting weary travelers to drink of their cooling waters.

We carried our breakfast and stopped by the way and ate it. Quite a little picnic we had sitting on the stone wall.When we had finished our cold chicken and white bread, we had a drink from one of the little streams by the wayside. We then mounted our horses and continued our journey. We passed several deserted houses - when we were far up on the mountain we looked down and saw below us hills, valleys and houses with clouds resting above them. We could also see the Bay of Rio dotted with islands.

We reached the place of our destination at last, went to the hotel, then paid a visit to Mrs. Lane. She gave us a very nice dinner and about half past four in the evening we commenced our descent of the mountain. We traveled in the clouds for some time, and when I looked over the hillside into the valley below, I could see nothing but clouds, and it seemed like looking over the world cut into space for it was like the heavens.

After a while we looked up to the clouds that we had but a short time before been riding through, we reached Palo Grande at night - Our ride was 28 miles.

Monday, Mar. 1st, 1869.

It is very early in the morning. I am dressed and as it is rather too soon to make biscuits yet, I thought I would write in my journal.

The waterfall is rushing and roaring; the insects singing a sleepy tune and I hear no other sounds. I am the only one awake up stairs. The air out of doors is fresh and cool. There is just light enough to see things but not very distinctly.

Sunday, Mar. 7th, 1869.

Yesterday, Pa brought us some letters. I received one from Charlie Jackson and his photo-graph. I wrote two letters today. It is said that Mr. Nathan has failed. So many emigrants will suffer from this, the Fraligh family included. They will move to some other place before very long perhaps and number 69, Rua San Pedro may never again echo the merry laugh and the gay song of the exiles.

Wednesday, Mar. 17th.

Pa had been trying to get the place nearest his Pao Grande, but it is said the owners cannot sell. The settlement-up of this business was delayed a long time. I have heard that there was “luck in leisure.” God grant there may be this time! I do not want to live out here and I hope we may get a pleasant home soon. I have been studying lately. A piano came this morning and we are all very pleased with it. Ma remembered her old piece and we girls remember ours, but we need a good deal of practice yet. We had several dances and the evening passed off quite agreeably.

Mar. 23rd

I have been reading “Bleak House” and “Ivanhoe” and liked them very much. Pa says that this week he will make some decision about a home. It may be we will go to Sao Paulo. A good many Americans are living there, amongst them, some of our friends.

Thursday, Mar. 25th, 1869.

It is a lonely moonlight night. The Pao Grande mountains loom darkly up against the blue and stars spangled sky. We see white clouds rest lazily between heaven and earth. The music of the crickets blend with the roar of the waterfall and the stream that flows from this white gleaming cascade, lies still between its banks.

The scenery indeed looks most grand and beautiful. Ellie said just now that it is a shame to shut out the moon.

Pao Grande, Rais de Serras

Friday, Mar. 26th, 1869.

I have discarded my old diary to begin a new one in the nice large book that Ellie gave me. The old one I will keep to look at when I am a woman. Today is a Great Saint’s day with the Brazilians. Capt. Johnson has given his negroes holiday. I hope I shall keep this journal neat. I have not studied for several days. I think I shall try reading Shakepeare.

Night.

We had another dance. It is almost as lovely as last night was. Pao Grande does look indeed beautiful in her robe of silver and coronet of stars. What sweet music to be lulled to sleep by the falling water the night song of the insects.

This world is so beautiful, so very beautiful are some parts of it that it seems almost fit for Paradise and yet it is so full of wickedness and sin.

People who are second rulers of the universe and who are endowed with intellect are the meanest of God’s creatures when they yield to sin. the commonest little wildflower, the grassland is trodden under foot, unnoticed and un-cared for is more pure than the best of humankind.

Oh, gracious, what a moralizing creature!

Saturday, Mar. 27th.

This morning. Ellie, Eula and I had to do part of the ironing. We expect company this evening. Perhaps we will have a dance .

Night.

Pa, Mr. Judkins, Mr. McDade and Dr. Coachman came. I received a letter from Mr. Buford. Mr. Slaughter sent me two books to read and a beautiful picture of Paul and Virginia statues.

Received two or three notes. We had one dance tonight. The negros seemed to be enjoying themselves very much. They are dancing as it is Saturday night.

Sunday, Mar. 28th.

Oh! the nights are so lovely. The stream in the front of our house sparkled so brightly on its way. The view from my window is almost enchanting. Mountains brightened by the moon beams tower up against the blue sky from which thousands of tumbling stars look down, and the white, round moon sheds its soft silver radiance over all, making distinct the green hills and white rounding roads, losing themselves among the trees and shrubbery.

Monday, Mar. 29th.

This morning, I took sole possession of the keys again. I have been reading the book. Mr. Slaughter lent me, “The Daisy Chain,” It is quite interesting. Since I commenced this book and since something was said the other day about my characters in comparison with Eula’s, although it was complimentary, I have been more fully aware of my faults. I hope I will improve. I wanted to keep this book neat, but already I have made a good many mistakes.

Tuesday, Mar. 30th.

Eula is sick this morning. I have been busy reading nearly all day. Reb has been true to his name tonight. I was his manager and at last conquered.

After he had been completely restored to good humor and had done something else to call for censure, I asked him if he knew what God did to little boys who acted in that manner, and he answered, “put them in a well.” I then asked who had told him so. He said, “Alice,” I proved to him the untruth of this and told him about the beautiful home that God had ready for all good people. He looked much impressed and interested and said, do they have sheets there and beds? He would get sleepy. I told him there would be no night there. Oh! His bright eyes looked so blue and innocent. George, too, was listening to me and he prattled away about heaven being “pretty” and a great deal more that showed, baby as he is, as he was an attentive auditor. Dear George! he has gone away and left one of his little socks by my bedside.

Thursday, April 1st.

April Fool's Day. Linnie tried to play a trick on Ellie and me, but I came into the room while she was trying to get one of Lizzie's notes to send me. Lizzie carried one of Mr. Coachman's old letters to Ellie, but the April Fool was soon found out. I have finished the “Daisy Chain.” It is a good and interesting book.

Friday, April 2nd, 1869.

The railroad has stopped. Perhaps Pa cannot come out tomorrow. I expect it will rain soon for it is cloudy.

Sunday, Apr. 4th, 1869.

Pa did not come out yesterday on account of the railroad stopping. How strange to pass a Sunday without him. This evening, a crowd of Brazilians came to see us. Aristocracy, I believe - it is uncomfortable to us to have endure these visits. Our family speaks so little Portuguese and the Brazilians no English and we feel confused while with them. Their customs are so different from ours too. I said very little, but Ellie, with her usual merry playfulness, although she did not want to go down to see the visitors, made herself quite attentive and seemingly agreeable, talking to one and then to another, dressing their hair with flowers and red peppers, etc. Eula helped, and so the time passed off. Capt. Johnson pretended to be very much interested in the prettiest young lady.

It rained a little this morning and the thunder rolled solemnly overhead while ever and anon the lightning flashed across the clouded sky.

It is not raining now, but an occasional bright flame lights up the dark heavens.

Monday, Apr. 5th, 1869.

We have been talking about going back to the United States. Not that there is any thought of our doing so, but things are so unsettled now. Pa is trying so hard to get a home for us. The Brazilians are slow, everlastingly slow in making a bargain. And Capt. Johnson expects his mother’s family in May. We will have to move before then, but have no place to go to. Poor Pa! It is almost enough to turn him quite gray with such a large family to provide for in our home.

When Ma spoke of there being the faintest possibility of returning to the States, I felt so strangely; the comparison between our lives here and what it might be in our own dear native land, presented itself so plainly to my mind. Eula became quite homesick and had a good cry. Affairs are so unsettled at home (and a war between the negroes and white people is thought probable.) It may be best, after all, if we remain in Brazil and try to crush the longing that we may often have for the land of our birth and the loving and loved friends we have left.

Tuesday, Ap.l 6th.

This morning, Linnie and I took a walk up the side of the mountain. Mr. Kneece entertained me tonight by relating some of his deeds in the war. It is a pleasure to listen to the many acts of valor (told by Our Soldiers) of the fearful war we have just passed through. Mr. Kneece must have indeed been a great man and true rebel. It was all a story.

Wednesday, Apr 7th, 1869.

This morning I planted some of the flower seed. Mr. Slaughter sent me yesterday. Two years ago, we left Montgomery, Alabama, to start to Brazil. We had quite a hard rain this evening, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Friday, Apr 9th, 1869.

Yesterday evening, I received two notes from my “Darling.” The first time I heard from her in one or two weeks. I would like so to live near the city, but it would be too expensive for Pa; so I suppose if the railroad begins again, we will live in the country.

It is lonesome out here. We have no society worth speaking of. The Brazilians, of course, are not suitable associates for us. How can there ever be any congenial unity between two races so entirely unlike and whose customs are not the same!

Last night, a murder was committed in this place, yes, in my room. Oh! a terrible death to die! Cruelly and willfully mashed, crushed. The poor creature writhed and twisted in agony - until death came to his relief - and this unfortunate victim of mercy revenge for petty wrongs - with a Rat and I was the murderous. (Oh! what a brute I must have been in those days.)

All the little children had the whooping cough, have had it for some time.

Monday, Apr 12th.

Pa did not go to Rio this morning, Ma had quite a severe chill yesterday - Eula is sick today. Ellie is complaining. I am reading “Ernest Linwood.” think it one of the most musically sweet and beautiful stories I have ever read. It is written by my grandmother.

Saturday 17th, 1869.

We are disappointed again tonight. Paul did not come home. I have been to ride once or twice lately. I said not long ago that I thought Mr. Kneece was a brave man. But he told me tonight that he told “Stories.” –

"My Grand Mother.

Spirit of my angel. Mother

Oft I sigh in vain for thee,

For thy teachings pure and lovely

To instill their strength in me.

O if thou could give the language

That is lost to me on Earth!

Thoughts would unfold like roses

Struggling in my heart for birth.

But would not, could not wish thee

To unplume my angel wings

For this world of lights and shadows

Weary hearts and faithless things

Tho’ I never more may listen

To thy voice once low and sweet

Let thy holy spirit, Mother

Guide me to the “Mercy Seat.”

April 18th.

It is Sunday morning. We cannot go to church for we have none. But what more eloquent sermon do we need than tall, shadowy mountains stretched out far into the blue of heaven - bright green grass - and softly murmuring streams? Who would want more beautiful music than the voices of the diamond like water fall and happy, busy little birds?

To add to the beauty of all, a drapery of white clouds rests on the summit of a rocky mountain peak.

I believe when a person lives in a crowded city with the air polluted by dust and heat, surrounded by brick walls, the noise and bustle of business life continually ringing in their ears, they lose some of the purity of heart.

Where they have not even a glimpse of waving trees, rich green fields and blue lakes rippled by fresh breezes to remind them of the heavenly hereafter.

Yet I do not like the country always. I want to live near enough to the city to enjoy both kinds of life.

Wednesday, Apr 21st.

Yesterday, Capt. Johnson, Ellie, Linnie and I took a ride on horseback before breakfast. As we were passing the house with some of our Brazilian acquaintances, they invited us to stop. We did so, and they gave us a social welcome, handed us coffee, cakes and butter, showed us a beautiful stream running by the house that foamed and sparkled over innumerable rocks. This is the day for the American steamer to come in. I hope we will get letters.

Thursday, Apr. 22nd.

We had a slight storm this evening and tonight the earth looks refreshed and cool in the very faint light of the moon. Small flakes of white clouds rest on the dark mountain side and the voices of the ever roaring waterfall is loud and distinct, mingled with the ceaseless song of the insects. Solemnly sweet this music breathes out on a still night air. Oh! I may miss the beautiful moon light nigh and the sweet serenades when I leave Pao Grande.

Saturday, Apr. 24th, 1869.

Pa came home this evening. It is so pleasant to have him with us again. Ellie and Ma showed him their paintings and I carried my diary for him to read the two little pieces of poetry I have lately written.

When he had finished, he came to me and kissed me and said, “They are very pretty.” It was unexpected, but Oh! I appreciated it very highly! This little act was worth the praise of thousands. I knew how he felt I think, and that sweet kiss came from his heart.

Tuesday, Apr. 27th.

Yesterday, Pa did not go into the city. He gave me some lessons in shooting a pistol. I was frightened at first, but liked it quite well before the lessons were over. The day is dark and dreary. This is my week to keep house.

Wednesday, Apr. 28th.

The times look gloomy now. We have no home, we do not know what is best to do. The whole Brazilian nation seems so ignorant and so slow in their movements. Pa and Ma are growing older now, and they should die, what would their family of girls and little boys do to support themselves? I this country of strangers, too? Oh! God only knows!

I have had such poor ink lately and have been writing so badly that my journal looks careless. Or rather, it looks as if I were careless. We are having rainy and cloudy weather.

Saturday, May 1st, 1869.

Pa did not come this evening. The day did not seem to be Saturday without him.

It is cloudy, but a few stars keep watch over the world in its dreams, while hundreds of fireflies sparkle brightly in the darkness. I am listening to my usual serenade, the waterfall and the cricket’s song. I wonder where our home will be.

Monday, May 3rd.

Another week commenced and we are still at Pao Grande. When will the sun shine through the clouds? Tonight the heavens are beautifully studded with stars, and my serenade is clear and sweet. But I want to hear the beauty of the band in Rio soon.

Thursday.

We had a visit from Mr. and Mrs. Hayden. Mrs. H. is pretty and agreeable. The railroad is not yet commenced.

Sunday, May 9th.

Pa could not come out yesterday on account of the boat or something about the boat. He came today.

Tuesday, 10th.

At last, it seems to be settled that we will live near the city of Rio. I am very glad - but I am almost afraid to say so or feel so - lest something happen to prevent my wish. We had begun to pack a little. Pa went to Rio today.

Wednesday, May 12th.

Yesterday, Ma and Eula returned Mrs. Hayden's visit. Ellie and I went today. The cars have at last commenced running again, but the price is higher than before.

Thursday, May 13th. The day is lovely. The heavens look so “deeply darkly, beautifully blue.” Banks of fleecy white clouds rest above the mountains and over the valley. A bluish mist has hung its veil through which the scenery is lovely.

"Sun Rise at Pao Grande

The welcome sun comes slowly up

This misty mountain’s height

And fills the dewy vale below

With pure and golden light.

The mist upon the silent lake

A veil of moonlight seems

It slowly melts into the light,

Like half remembered dreams.

The flowers bend before the breeze

That comes so fresh and new,

Rippling the waves that mirror back

The sky so deep and blue."

Monday, May 17th. We are very busy packing today. Will move to our new home on Wednesday. Miss Lottie Lane and Mr. Sampson came out Saturday morning, left this morning,

Thursday, May 20th. The day before we left Palo Grande, Dr. Johnson and one of his Brazilian friends came. We were surprised to see the doctor, but pleased when we reached Rio were welcomed by the Fraley family, remained at our house about a day and a night. This evening came over to San Domingos, to our new home. Oh, how sweet the sound and well worthy of the music.

We are all pleased - I am delighted. The house is situated on a hill rather steep, a nice front yard with four palm trees at the gate from which a flight of steps covered with beautiful green moss, leads down towards the road, bordered with flowers.

The scenery all around us is so lovely, so very magnificent. We have plenty of rooms. I have one little one that looks out on the front yard - the Bay of Rio and part of the valley below.

We begin our life almost anew. But I am so pleased with our own sweet home. I say our own. It is only rented - from our front door, we hear the sweet music of the band. Oh! how much better than Pao Grande But there must be thorns in all beautiful flowers, I suppose, and we may look for them here. I have written rather carelessly and have not expressed myself very well. But as it is the first night, the light not very bright, and I have no conveniences for writing well, I think I am to be excused.

Friday, May 21st, 1869.

We are gradually getting our house furnished and fixed - The Johnson family came on the last American steamer. Capt. J. would have brought them all to see us, but the evening was so rainy he could not. Dr. Johnson's little girl, Mary - came with his mother. Eula and I expected go into the city tomorrow morning to see our new friends. Capt. J. is staying all night with us.

Sunday May 23rd.

Yesterday Eula and I went in to see Dr. Johnson's family. I like them and am sorry they cannot live near us. The Dr’s. little girl is a pretty and interesting child. Linnie went with them all to Pao Grande to act as interpreter. We expect Mr. Slaughter this evening.

Monday, May 24th.

Yesterday evening, Mr. Slaughter and Mr. Rummel. At night, Ma, Ellie, Eula, Alice and Julia. Mr. Slaughter, Mr. Coachman and I took a walk down to the seashore. We remained some time watching the waves silvered by the moonlight and watched the foam splashing against the beach, stretching as far as possible upon the white sand, then receding to gather new force with which to break with a booming sound into bright bubbles and wreathes of foam. Mr. Slaughter told me of some battles that he had passed through, and we gathered some flowers by the wayside. I am going to take lessons in Portuguese from Mr. S. He remained all night and left this morning before breakfast.

Tuesday, May 25th.

Last night, Capt. Johnson, Mr. Coachman, Ellie, Eula and I went across the bay, took ice cream in Rio. In coming back the Capt., Eula and I got off at San Domingos Landing. But Ellie and Mr. Coachman were in another part of the boat and thought we had not reached the stopping place so they were carried over to Priae Grande and had to ride home in a carriage.

Saturday, May 27th, 1869.

Wednesday night, Mr. Slaughter came to give me a lesson in Portuguese. Dr. Johnson came the same evening. On Thursday Eula the Dr. and I went in to Rio -. I received a present of a beautiful dress and a pair of gloves. Yesterday, Dr. J. was sick all day. Ma and Ellie went to Rio - Last night, Mr. Slaughter came again to teach me Portuguese.

Saturday night.

Today Mrs. and Dr. McDade and their children came. I was so pleased to see them. They are old friends of ours and shared with us the beginning of our hardships on the Doce. Tonight, Mrs. Freligh, Mrs. Kerr, Lizzie and Mr. Rainey made a short visit. Lizzie looked as usual, sweet and pretty.

Monday May 21st, 1869.

Yesterday evening, Dr. Johnson came. Mr. Spencer told us good bye. He is going to Manas. The McDade family are still here. Expect to leave for the United States soon, I believe.

Wednesday, Jun. 2nd.

Yesterday evening, Mr. Slaughter came to give me a lesson in Portuguese. At night, Dr. Johnson came, remained all night and left this morning before breakfast.

Friday, Jun. 4th.

Night before last, Dr. Johnson and Col. Cencir Sincere came to see us. Lennie and Capt. Johnson came from Pao Grande. Last night, Capt. Johnson and R. Coachman took Eula and me over to the city. We were met by Dr. Johnson who went with us to an ice cream saloon where we were treated to cake, wine, (though I did not take any wine) ice cream, etc. The Capt. and Dr. remained all night here. Eula is sick today.

Saturday, Jun. 5th.

Dr. Johnson came last night. Today he came again. Eula went with him to Mr. Freligh’s to remain all night. Tomorrow morning they will both start early for Poa Grande.

Ellie and Mrs. McDade and family came back yesterday from Mrs. McIntyre’s. Sunday evening, Mr. Slaughter, Mr. Coachman, Ma and I took a walk down to the beach. When we returned we were surprised to find Mrs. Freligh,. Mr. Pinckney, Mr. Rainey and Lizzie. They came for me to go to the city to make a visit of a week - Ma could not spare me as Eula and Ellie were away - But as Ellie returned Monday, I came to Rio last evening. Mr. Pinckney treated us to ice cream.

Monday, Jun. 14th.

On Friday, Eula. Mrs. Brown, Capt. and Dr. Johnson and Mary J. Came from Poa Grande. I came from the city the same day. Saturday the Johnson returned to Pao Grande. The doctor leaves for his home behind the mountains today. I spent a pleasant time in Rio. Lizzie. Mrs. B. invited Lizzie and me to go out to P. G., hope I can go. I went to church with Mr. P. yesterday. That gentleman gave me a very pretty book – “Common Prayer.” Mr. Slaughter gave me a book also.

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