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Show it ft C" ? I j Aerial Tramway to Summit of Sugar Loaf. of the lady of the mnnor over the front door "Villi Kosita," "Villa Lucia" Lu-cia" and the dark-eyed lady herself is often seen leaning from the window. Although the women of the capital have now evolved to a much freer life than that of their provincial sisters, they are on the' street less than northern north-ern women and are, on the whole, greater home-lovers. Birds of Santa Theresa Hill. Butterflies and birds gladden every garden ; but it is on Santa Theresa hill that the forest birds congregate in greatest numbers. The bird that plays star role all day long is the sabia, beloved of Brazilian poets. They always have it perched "high in the palm tree, but in reality it hides in the bush. There are several varieties of the sabia of the forest and of the shore birds about the size of a robin. The woody-colored one with the orange breast, Sabia larangeira, Is the sweetest sweet-est singer. In variety of form and coloring the birds of Brazil, like the butterflies, outclass those of other parts of the world. Recently, in London, a Brazilian Brazil-ian butterfly sold for $150. Many and varied are the street vendors who sing their wares and clap their hands at the garden gate to attract attention. The custom among the working classes of bearing burdens on the head is a survival of slavery days. Everything is carried in this fashion, from a tin pan to a piano. It takes four men to carry a piano; but one man alone balances the gigantic bread, basket, weighing close to ninety pounds, toiling with it up the steep paths, one hand steadying the basket, the other grasping a camp stool. One imagines at first that the camp stool is for the man to rest on; but do! It is for the honorable bread-basket! There are more than one thousand tive hundred of these bread men, each exhibiting the number of his license on the basket or atached to the formidable formid-able leather purse, resembling a woman's wom-an's ordinary handbag, which the Rio street vendor invariably wears on his hip. suspended from his shoulder by a long strap. Other characteristic features are the tamancos, or heel- less wooden slippers, whose rythmic "clap-clap" is heard in every part of the city, and the circular wad of cloth, once worn on the head as a cushion for the burden. Every vendor has his particular call. The tin-pan merchant thumps his wares with a bi,j spoon ; the Syrian who sells t'eara lace heats his basket with his yardstick; the strange minor wail ot the peanut-seller takes you back to the Orient. There is, in fact, quite an oriental touch to the city. Corcovado and Sugar Loaf. To visitors who can only pause In Rio while their boats unload and load, and who wish a comprehensive view of the beautiful city, tlie choice of excursions ex-cursions lies between Corcovado and Sugar Loaf. The summits of both are easy of access, Ihe views incomparably grand. Corcovado (the Hunchback) is ascended as-cended by trolley to the head of a (Prepared b-C the National Oeoi;raphlc Sociei. Washineton. L. C.) R,U JANEIRO, second city of South America, and fifth city of the Western hemisphere, probably deserves to rank first among all the great cities of the world In beauty of setting. I'lace your hands on the table, fingers spread, wrists upraised. Each finger represents one of Rio's hills; each space between, a canyon up which the city climbs. And each of the finger-hills dips into the great Bay of Guanabara, or into the Atlantic itself; it-self; while at the mouths of the canyons can-yons are crescent beaches, rimmed with avenres. .. Spain is the land of paintings, Portugal Por-tugal of gardens. In Brazil many things Portuguese have persisted besides be-sides the mother tongue. Colorful indeed in-deed are the gardens of Rio. There are old walled gardens surrounding sur-rounding houses built in the days of the empire. These houses usually stand at the head of a canyon, or on the crest of a hill. They are dignified one-story buildings with large rooms, liith ceilings, and many windows. Their vivid color is what the Brazilians Bra-zilians call "Portuguese blue," crowned by the reddish brown of weather-beaten tiles. In the gardens of these homes tower royal palms, great jaqueira trees heavy with fruit, wide-spreading mangos, man-gos, and South Brazilian Parana pines with straight betasseled branches. These noble trees, foreign to Rio's hills, tell us that the gardens were planted hack in the first Dom Pedro's day. or perhaps in the time of his father, Dom Joao the Sixth. In 1S0S Portuguese royalty fled from Napoleonic despotism in Europe to set up its court in Br-.zil, and the following follow-ing year the prince regent, afterward Dom Joao VI, imported the royal palm of the Antilles and planted it in the botanical gardens M Rio. Here the original palm sti:l stands. "Our Mother Palm was sick some years ago,", the visitor is told "and we were greatly alarmed lest she should die. From this single specimen speci-men hav come all the wonf.erful palms which beautifj our parks and avenues. We treated our royal patient .wit'- care, giving her a medicinal bath, and she recovered." Near the palm is a bust of Dom Joao. whose forethought and love of gardens greatly enriched the flora of Asiatic trees, such as the mango, iaque-ira, iaque-ira, breadfruit, and tamarind, and many of the Old World flowering trees which glorify Rio's hills, then came to Brazil through Portugal's far-flung colonies in Asia and Africa ; or were brought from Cayenne, in French Guiana, Gui-ana, then known as the Isle of France, where the French maintained a botanical botan-ical garden from a very early period. Riot of Brilliant Colors. In the old gardens are other marks of bygone days besides the venerable trees. Here and there is a wall faced with blue and white Dutch tiles, which ! found their wr.y to Brazil when Holland Hol-land invaded its northern coast, in the Seventeenth century. On some of the tall gateposts stand big blue or yellow porcelain ornaments in the form of canyon ; by electric cog railway two miles or more up the mountain; by a flight of steps to the covered pavilion on the summit. The altitude is only a little more than two thousand feet; yet the view is really more remarkable remark-able than many that can be obtained only after toiling to the summits of some of the world's most famous mountains. You overlook a vast circular cir-cular panorama of mountain, city and ' sea in form and color no painter can adequately portray. Sugar Loaf should be called "The Crouching Lion." The giant monolith Is fai too majestic for Its present name. Its crest is reached from Ver-melha Ver-melha beach, on the Rio shore, by aerial ropeway. The car lands you first on the summit of a lesser rock, Urea, where there Is a park and res- -taurant, the second longer flight carrying car-rying you high above the forest, with the sensation of sailing in a balloon. On up you float, skirting the great granite clifT, landing at last on the very peak of t lie- rock. A cyclopean task, the building of this aerial railway rail-way 1 The view, while altogether different from the Corcovado panorama, Is magnificent. mag-nificent. You are well out In the hay. directly above the forts which guard the entrance, looking back on Rio's crescent shore. As the glowing coppery cop-pery sun drops In-hind the jagged mountain tops, dusk envelops the land in a mystic reddish haze. One by one Ihe lights of the city gleam out. Night falls and Rio is a licjeweled goddess on a purple velvet throiu pineapples, imported trom fortugai one hundred or more years ago. "They bring good luck to the household," say the older natives. Color runs riot The purple bou-gainvillea bou-gainvillea here grows to be a tree; the ! flaming poinsettia becomes a giant hush. There is t he glowing coral vine; I the hibiscus In red and in rose; the violet and lavender manaca. Brilliant variegated crotons border the paths. Most conspicuous are the gorgeous flowering trees, such as the native cassia, cas-sia, or "golden shower," whose yellow 1 clusters resemble the wistaria, the j West Indian salmon and red frangi-I frangi-I pan! of fragrant memory; and the flamboyant, or 'royal pointiann of Madagascar, the joy of the garden. To the American observer the modern mod-ern architecture of the city seems too ornate. Rio de Janeiro is like a lovely love-ly woman, who needs little embellishment embellish-ment Here buildings on simple lines are best. All the houses, however, have the redeeming quality of varied and vivid coloring, which, combined with terra-cotta earth and emerald foliage, forms one ot the most attractive attrac-tive features of the city. While terracotta, terra-cotta, in soil; roofs, and garden walls, is the predominating tone, almost every shade Is represented In this Iri descent town. Many of the new homes cling to the . hillside below the street and are entered en-tered from the roof. Others of these cliff-dwellings perch high above the thoroughfare and are reached by a long flight of steps or by elevator on un inclined plane. Some bear the name |