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in Minas, had disappeared when we were leaving, and according to dubious information from the Almada Indians, he had returned to the woods of his tribe. Probably the sight of the Camacha's primitive state of life had aroused in him a longing for his hut, feelings for which we had no sympathy, for he had given us unmistakable dedication, while showing great curiosity to know the country where as he used to say, “all men wear pants and are pale”. In this resolution to accompany us to Europe, there was a great deal of vanity, for he knew perfectly well the admiration he would cause; however, as it now turned out, such considerations did nothing against the power of the old ways and the atavism of his thinking. For a few days we sent our Indians in search of him; As these, however, did not bring him, we could only wish him a happy trip along the deserted road that goes to Rio Pardo.

Rio Pardo Road

We left our lovely host in Ilheus; we boarded ship, following Itahype below; and

Martius and Spix on the Rio Itahype

after a tiring day's trip, due to the low water of the river at that time, and the oppressive heat, we arrived at Vila de Sao Jorge,

where, with great disappointment, we no longer found the schooner, because we missed the deadline. There was a small schooner in the port, which was offered to us for the trip to Bahia; it was the same vessel that had recently brought a colony of Swiss and Dutch families, under the direction of Mr. Freireiss, to Mucuri, but had crashed on a reef near Porto Seguro, taking on water, and bringing people to their destination, but with loss of baggage. The narration of this disaster, which served as a new reminder of the many misadventures of the German settlers in Brazil, did nothing to cheer us on the sea voyage, especially just then when the strong northeast wind reigned on the coast. Having therefore waited in vain, some days for the appearance of another schooner, we decided, after all, to return to Salvador by foot, by the coast.

Before we embarked on this trip, I had the opportunity to see most of the population gathered at a national party in the first week of the year. Young men, dressed as Moors and Christian knights, accompanied by loud music, rode their horses through the streets to a spacious square where a Portuguese tree-like weapon was planted. Violent combat took place between the two teams, allowing the gentleman, who represented St. George, the occasion to display the lordly virtues of the patron saint of Ilheus. Both parties, however, in true Romanesque custom, soon forgot their competition at a noisy banquet, followed by the ball with the broken