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Domingos kept working away with his paddle, now on one side, now on another, now steering astern as he saw was requisite, twisting his features into a hundred different forms, and showing his white teeth as he shouted out in his eagerness. The tall trees were bending before the blast as if they were about to be torn from their roots and carried bodily inland.
"I have tamed many birds," said Maria, "and I hope soon to make this one very amiable and happy." Domingos, however, declared that the bird could not be kept without a cage. Some bamboos were growing at a short distance. He cut several small ones, and in a short time had constructed a good-sized cage, with the bars sufficiently close prevent the little stranger escaping.
We did as he advised. Scarcely, however, had we turned the raft round when we found it had reached the shore. "Do you, Domingos, help the senora and Maria to land!" shouted John. By the light from the torch we saw a tall figure standing on the bank. He flung the light so that it might fall across us. "Females!" he exclaimed. "A sorry night to be buffeting with the waves of the Amazon!
A couple of hours passed away, during which we breakfasted on some delicious chocolate prepared by our host. Still Domingos had not returned. The mules, however, were got ready, that we might start, should it be necessary, immediately he appeared. "I trust the honest man has not been taken prisoner," observed Don Jose; "it might fare ill with him.
The sun, which had hitherto been casting his undimmed rays down on our heads, became obscured, as if a thick curtain had been drawn across it. The whole sky assumed a yellow tinge. Domingos looked anxiously round. "I do not like the look of the weather," he observed. "It would be wise to lower the sail."
Domingos told us he was sure you would come up soon, but I could not help dreading that some accident had happened." We had to confess that we had lost our way, and that, had it not been for the stranger, we should still be wandering in the forest. "And why would he not come to the camp?" she asked. "Arthur is longing to see him again.
"We shall meet again soon," exclaimed Ellen as she waved an adieu. "Who knows what adventures we shall have to recount to each other!" We could not tear ourselves from the spot while the canoe remained in sight. As soon as she disappeared we hurried after the Indians. Domingos and Maria had gone on with them.
I ran off as fast as my legs could carry me, and was thankful to find that Ellen and Maria were sitting under the awning in the canoe, while Domingos was cooking at the fire, assisted by Arthur. In a breathless voice, my heart sinking with alarm, I told him what had happened. "There is a bottle of agua ardente, and there is another thing we will try," he said, and rushed to the canoe.
Such churches are best seen at Coimbra, where many were built, all now more or less deserted and turned to base uses. Three at least of these stand on either side of the long Rua Sophia which leads northwards from the town. The oldest seems to be the church of São Domingos, founded by the dukes of Aveiro, but never finished.
We were doubtful about taking True; but when he saw us preparing to start, he ran off, and would not return, for fear of being tied up: we decided, therefore, to let him go with us, thinking that he might be of assistance in finding John. Having done my best to comfort Ellen, we set out in the direction Domingos told us John had gone.
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