Remember the Rainforest 1
It seemed to us now, as if the Juris considered themselves responsible citizens.
I found here some Macunas and Jupuas, who had come down the Apaporis downstream, and exchanged fibers of brown and white turiri with the chief for tools.
They were handsome tall men, and in particular the Jupuas had regular and sympathetic facial features.
They do not wear tattoos, but they all had earrings on their ears and had a wooden stick tucked into their lower lip. This Indian also wore the same haircut as the Caraibas, who no longer subjected themselves to the tribe, and are difficult and painful; on his forehead he wore a red ribbon. The language of the Jupuas has much of the sound gh, as it appears in English. The Uarivau trip, downstream, was easier and faster.
We arrived in one day to Sao Joao do Principe, where we found the judge of the place had returned. He recommenced his blatant oppression upon the unfortunate Indians, whom I had promised that the highest authorities would endeavor to remedy the evil system, and would expose their situation. Perhaps a new epoch, which, like a good star, hangs over Brazil, may also help these poor semi-savages, by a happy reformation of both the hierarchical and bourgeois systems, hitherto in force in the administration of the Indians.
From the western colonies of the Brazilians to Maripi, we spent five days traveling. More and more we saw the river with that muddy, earthy color that we had noticed at its entrance in the Solimoes.
From Araraquara to the waterfalls of Cupati, the river retained a dirty green color; even in Sao Joao, this tonality changes almost to the brown coffee color of the Rio Negro, because they are mixed with many streams and channels of brown water. At the mouth of the Auati-parana, we often had to toil in the ebb of the river; but from then on we always found a great flood, as a result of the enormous influx of the waters of Solimoes. In general, we kept to the middle of the main channel, spending our nights on islands, and soon we were nearing the old colony Sao Joaquim dos Coerunas,
the southern margin of the Japura, bordered by the Poapoa River. Everything here had been taken over by the bush. When we boarded again, we heard strange snores, which seemed to come from the very bottom of the boat, making us fear the presence of some sneaky crocodiles.
But there were several snoring fish (Rhinelepis aspera, Spix). They are big fish with shells, which let out grunts while clutching the canoe. In Maripi, we took the time to pack our own canoe with our collections, and rushed the trip to Ega, where