Mary F. Nixon-Roulet

Mary F. Nixon-Roulet

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Portrait of Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Our Little Brazilian Cousin

All about was the most charming Brazilian scenery, with trees over one hundred feet high overgrown with tropical vines, and above all shone the deep blue of the tropical sky.
"Well, little Yankee, how about Niagara now?" asked Martim teasingly.
"There's only one Niagara," said Maria sturdily, and her father added,
"Niagara and Iguazu cannot be compared. The one is surrounded by cultivated parks and thriving modern cities, the other with the abandon of nature. Niagara makes a single leap over a precipice one hundred and eighty feet high, while Iguazu is broken in fall but far wider.
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Portrait of Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Our Little Brazilian Cousin

The Fazenda of the Senhor Dias was situated on the edge of the magnificent woods which line the banks of the Amazon near the City of Para.
"No wonder that this region around Para is called the Paradise of Brazil," said the Senhor as they entered the forest, where heavy dew glittered on the leaves like diamonds in an emerald crown. "Every time I enter the forest it seems to me more splendid than it did the last time."
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Portrait of Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Our Little Brazilian Cousin

The road wound through a beautiful country, past vineyards, and tea and coffee plantations, for Sao Paulo is one of the most productive provinces of Brazil. As they passed row after row of small trees Lola said,
"What pretty, glossy leaves those trees have!"
"Those are coffee trees," said Martim. "They grow about twelve feet tall."
"But where are the brown berries," asked Maria. "Are they all picked?"
Martim laughed.
"It's easy to see that you've never seen coffee growing," he said. "Did you think you could go and pick the browned berries and stew a pot of coffee?"
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