In the evening it rained very heavily, and although the thermometer stood at 65 degrees, I felt very cold.
As soon as the rain ceased, it was curious to observe the extraordinary evaporation which commenced over the whole extent of the forest.

At the height of a hundred feet the hills were buried in a dense white vapour, which rose like columns of smoke from the most thickly-wooded parts, and especially from the valleys.

I observed this phenomenon on several occasions: I suppose it is owing to the large surface of foliage, previously heated by the sun's rays.
While staying at this estate, I was very nearly being an eye-witness to one of those atrocious acts which can only take place in a slave country.

Owing to a quarrel and a lawsuit, the owner was on the point of taking all the women and children from the male slaves, and selling them separately at the public auction at Rio.

Interest, and not any feeling of compassion, prevented this act.