We arrived at Santarem about midnight, and anchored off the house of Captain Hislop, waiting for the morning. The Captain was absent, but had left orders to place his house at our disposal; therefore, without further ceremony, we took possession, and breakfasted once more upon the delightful Santarem beef. We called upon our friend Senhor Louis, and were gratified to find that he had not forgotten us in our absence, but had made for us a good collection of insects, and other matters in which we were interested. He pressed us much to protract our stay, as did Mr. William Golding, an English resident, who called upon us; but our loss of time at Villa Nova obliged us to make all speed to Pará.

The large black monkey which had been given us two months before, and whose society we had anticipated with mingled emotions, had gone by the board about a week previous, “lying down and dying like a man,” as the old lady said. To console our bereavement somewhat, she sent down to the galliota a pair of young, noisy, half-fledged parrots, and a pavon or sun-bird. Senhor Louis added a basket of young paroquets and a pair of land-turtles, and Mr. Golding a pretty maraca duck. Thus we were to have no lack of objects for sympathy or entertainment for the remainder of our voyage.