Kabanata Kabanata 12 · FRAGOSO AT WORK

. FRAGOSO AT WORK

“Braza” (burning embers) is a word found in the Spanish language as far

back as the twelfth century. It has been used to make the word “brazil,”

as descriptive of certain woods which yield a reddish dye. From this

has come the name “Brazil,” given to that vast district of South America

which is crossed by the equator, and in which these products are so

frequently met with. In very early days these woods were the object of

considerable trade. Although correctly called _“ibirapitunga,”_ from the

place of production, the name of _“brazil”_ stuck to them, and it has

become that of the country, which seems like an immense heap of embers

lighted by the rays of the tropical sun.

Brazil was from the first occupied by the Portuguese. About the

commencement of the sixteenth century, Alvarez Cabral, the pilot, took

possession of it, and although France and Holland partially established

themselves there, it has remained Portuguese, and possesses all the

qualities which distinguish that gallant little nation. It is to-day

the largest state of South America, and has at its head the intelligent

artist-king Dom Pedro.

“What is your privilege in the tribe?” asked Montaigne of an Indian whom

he met at Havre.

“The privilege of marching first to battle!” innocently answered the

Indian.

War, we know, was for a long time the surest and most rapid vehicle of

civilization. The Brazilians did what this Indian did: they fought, they

defended their conquests, they enlarged them, and we see them marching

in the first rank of the civilizing advance.

It was in 1824, sixteen years after the foundation of the

Portugo-Brazilian Empire, that Brazil proclaimed its independence by the

voice of Don Juan, whom the French armies had chased from Portugal.

It remained only to define the frontier between the new empire and that

of its neighbor, Peru. This was no easy matter.

If Brazil wished to extend to the Rio Napo in the west, Peru attempted

to reach eight degrees further, as far as the Lake of Ega.

But in the meantime Brazil had to interfere to hinder the kidnaping of

the Indians from the Amazon, a practice which was engaged in much to the

profit of the Hispano-Brazilian missions. There was no better method of

checking this trade than that of fortifying the Island of the Ronde, a

little above Tabatinga, and there establishing a post.

This afforded the solution, and from that time the frontier of the two

countries passed through the middle of this island.

Above, the river is Peruvian, and is called the Marañon, as has been

said. Below, it is Brazilian, and takes the name of the Amazon.

It was on the evening of the 25th of June that the jangada stopped

before Tabatinga, the first Brazilian town situated on the left bank, at

the entrance of the river of which it bears the name, and belonging to

the parish of St. Paul, established on the right a little further down

stream.

Joam Garral had decided to pass thirty-six hours here, so as to give

a little rest to the crew. They would not start, therefore, until the

morning of the 27th.

On this occasion Yaquita and her children, less likely, perhaps, than

at Iquitos to be fed upon by the native mosquitoes, had announced their

intention of going on ashore and visiting the town.

The population of Tabatinga is estimated at four hundred, nearly all

Indians, comprising, no doubt, many of those wandering families who

are never settled at particular spots on the banks of the Amazon or its

smaller tributaries.

The post at the island of the Ronde has been abandoned for some years,

and transferred to Tabatinga. It can thus be called a garrison town, but

the garrison is only composed of nine soldiers, nearly all Indians, and

a sergeant, who is the actual commandant of the place.

A bank about thirty feet high, in which are cut the steps of a not very

solid staircase, forms here the curtain of the esplanade which carries

the pigmy fort. The house of the commandant consists of a couple of huts

placed in a square, and the soldiers occupy an oblong building a hundred

feet away, at the foot of a large tree.

The collection of cabins exactly resembles all the villages and hamlets

which are scattered along the banks of the river, although in them

a flagstaff carrying the Brazilian colors does not rise above a

sentry-box, forever destitute of its sentinel, nor are four small

mortars present to cannonade on an emergency any vessel which does not

come in when ordered.

As for the village properly so called, it is situated below, at the

base of the plateau. A road, which is but a ravine shaded by ficuses and

miritis, leads to it in a few minutes. There, on a half-cracked hill of

clay, stand a dozen houses, covered with the leaves of the _“boiassu”_

palm placed round a central space.

All this is not very curious, but the environs of Tabatinga are

charming, particularly at the mouth of the Javary, which is of

sufficient extent to contain the Archipelago of the Aramasa Islands.

Hereabouts are grouped many fine trees, and among them a large number of

the palms, whose supple fibers are used in the fabrication of hammocks

and fishing-nets, and are the cause of some trade. To conclude, the

place is one of the most picturesque on the Upper Amazon.

Tabatinga is destined to become before long a station of some

importance, and will no doubt rapidly develop, for there will stop the

Brazilian steamers which ascend the river, and the Peruvian steamers

which descend it. There they will tranship passengers and cargoes. It

does not require much for an English or American village to become in a

few years the center of considerable commerce.

The river is very beautiful along this part of its course. The influence

of ordinary tides is not perceptible at Tabatinga, which is more

than six hundred leagues from the Atlantic. But it is not so with the

_“pororoca,”_ that species of eddy which for three days in the height of

the syzygies raises the waters of the Amazon, and turns them back at the

rate of seventeen kilometers per hour. They say that the effects of this

bore are felt up to the Brazilian frontier.

On the morrow, the 26th of June, the Garral family prepared to go off

and visit the village. Though Joam, Benito, and Manoel had already

set foot in a Brazilian town, it was otherwise with Yaquita and her

daughter; for them it was, so to speak, a taking possession. It is

conceivable, therefore, that Yaquita and Minha should attach some

importance to the event.

If, on his part, Fragoso, in his capacity of wandering barber, had

already run through the different provinces of South America, Lina, like

her young mistress, had never been on Brazilian soil.

But before leaving the jangada Fragoso had sought Joam Garral, and had

the following conversation with him.

“Mr. Garral,” said he, “from the day when you received me at the fazenda

of Iquitos, lodged, clothed, fed--in a word, took me in so hospitably--I

have owed you----”

“You owe me absolutely nothing, my friend,” answered Joam, “so do not

insist----”

“Oh, do not be alarmed!” exclaimed Fragoso, “I am not going to pay it

off! Let me add, that you took me on board the jangada and gave me the

means of descending the river. But here we are, on the soil of Brazil,

which, according to all probability, I ought never to have seen again.

Without that liana----”

“It is to Lina, and to Lina alone, that you should tender your thanks,”

said Joam.

“I know,” said Fragoso, “and I will never forget what I owe here, any

more than what I owe you.”

“They tell me, Fragoso,” continued Joam, “that you are going to say

good-by, and intend to remain at Tabatinga.”

“By no means, Mr. Garral, since you have allowed me to accompany you to

Belem, where I hope at the least to be able to resume my old trade.”

“Well, if that is your intention--what were you going to ask me?”

“I was going to ask if you saw any inconvenience in my working at my

profession on our route. There is no necessity for my hand to rust; and,

besides, a few handfuls of reis would not be so bad at the bottom of my

pocket, more particularly if I had earned them. You know, Mr. Garral,

that a barber who is also a hairdresser--and I hardly like to say a

doctor, out of respect to Mr. Manoel--always finds customers in these

Upper Amazon villages.”

“Particularly among the Brazilians,” answered Joam. “As for the

natives----”

“I beg pardon,” replied Fragoso, “particularly among the natives. Ah!

although there is no beard to trim--for nature has been very stingy

toward them in that way--there are always some heads of hair to be

dressed in the latest fashion. They are very fond of it, these savages,

both the men and the women! I shall not be installed ten minutes in the

square at Tabatinga, with my cup and ball in hand--the cup and ball

I have brought on board, and which I can manage with pretty

pleasantly--before a circle of braves and squaws will have formed around

me. They will struggle for my favors. I could remain here for a month,

and the whole tribe of the Ticunas would come to me to have their hair

looked after! They won’t hesitate to make the acquaintance of ‘curling

tongs’--that is what they will call me--if I revisit the walls of

Tabatinga! I have already had two tries here, and my scissors and comb

have done marvels! It does not do to return too often on the same track.

The Indian ladies don’t have their hair curled every day, like the

beauties of our Brazilian cities. No; when it is done, it is done

for year, and during the twelvemonth they will take every care not to

endanger the edifice which I have raised--with what talent I dare not

say. Now it is nearly a year since I was at Tabatinga; I go to find my

monuments in ruin! And if it is not objectionable to you, Mr. Garral, I

would render myself again worthy of the reputation which I have acquired

in these parts, the question of reis, and not that of conceit, being,

you understand, the principal.”

“Go on, then, friend,” replied Joam Garral laughingly; “but be quick!

we can only remain a day at Tabatinga, and we shall start to-morrow at

dawn.”

“I will not lose a minute,” answered Fragoso--“just time to take the

tools of my profession, and I am off.”

“Off you go, Fragoso,” said Joam, “and may the reis rain into your

pocket!”

“Yes, and that is a proper sort of rain, and there can never be too much

of it for your obedient servant.”

And so saying Fragoso rapidly moved away.

A moment afterward the family, with the exception of Joam, went ashore.

The jangada was able to approach near enough to the bank for the landing

to take place without much trouble. A staircase, in a miserable state,

cut in the cliff, allowed the visitors to arrive on the crest of the

plateau.

Yaquita and her party were received by the commandant of the fort, a

poor fellow who, however, knew the laws of hospitality, and offered

them some breakfast in his cottage. Here and there passed and repassed

several soldiers on guard, while on the threshold of the barrack

appeared a few children, with their mothers of Ticuna blood, affording

very poor specimens of the mixed race.

In place of accepting the breakfast of the sergeant, Yaquita invited the

commandant and his wife to come and have theirs on board the jangada.

The commandant did not wait for a second invitation, and an appointment

was made for eleven o’clock. In the meantime Yaquita, her daughter,

and the young mulatto, accompanied by Manoel, went for a walk in the

neighborhood, leaving Benito to settle with the commandant about the

tolls--he being chief of the custom-house as well as of the military

establishment.

That done, Benito, as was his wont, strolled off with his gun into the

adjoining woods. On this occasion Manoel had declined to accompany him.

Fragoso had left the jangada, but instead of mounting to the fort he had

made for the village, crossing the ravine which led off from the right

on the level of the bank. He reckoned more on the native custom of

Tabatinga than on that of the garrison. Doubtless the soldiers’ wives

would not have wished better than to have been put under his hands,

but the husbands scarcely cared to part with a few reis for the sake of

gratifying the whims of their coquettish partners.

Among the natives it was quite the reverse. Husbands and wives, the

jolly barber knew them well, and he knew they would give him a better

reception.

Behold, then, Fragoso on the road, coming up the shady lane beneath the

ficuses, and arriving in the central square of Tabatinga!

As soon as he set foot in the place the famous barber was signaled,

recognized, surrounded. Fragoso had no big box, nor drum, nor cornet

to attract the attention of his clients--not even a carriage of shining

copper, with resplendent lamps and ornamented glass panels, nor a huge

parasol, no anything whatever to impress the public, as they generally

have at fairs. No; but Fragoso had his cup and ball, and how that cup

and ball were manipulated between his fingers! With what address did he

receive the turtle’s head, which did for the ball, on the pointed end

of the stick! With what grace did he make the ball describe some learned

curve of which mathematicians have not yet calculated the value--even

those who have determined the wondrous curve of “the dog who follows his

master!”

Every native was there--men, women, the old and the young, in their

nearly primitive costume, looking on with all their eyes, listening with

all their ears. The smiling entertainer, half in Portuguese, half in

Ticunian, favored them with his customary oration in a tone of the

most rollicking good humor. What he said was what is said by all the

charlatans who place their services at the public disposal, whether

they be Spanish Figaros or French perruqiers. At the bottom the

same self-possession, the same knowledge of human weakness, the same

description of threadbare witticisms, the same amusing dexterity, and,

on the part of the natives, the same wide-mouth astonishment, the same

curiosity, the same credulity as the simple folk of the civilized world.

It followed, then, that ten minutes later the public were completely

won, and crowded round Fragoso, who was installed in a _“loja”_ of the

place, a sort of serving-bar to the inn.

The _loja_ belonged to a Brazilian settled at Tabatinga. There, for a

few vatems, which are the sols of the country, and worth about twenty

reis, or half a dozen centimes each, the natives could get drinks of the

crudest, and particularly assai, a liquor half-solid, half-liquid,

made of the fruit of the palm-tree, and drunk from a _“coui”_ or

half-calabash in general use in this district of the Amazon.

And then men and women, with equal eagerness, took their places on the

barber’s stool. The scissors of Fragoso had little to do, for it was not

a question of cutting these wealthy heads of hair, nearly all remarkable

for their softness and their quality, but the use to which he could

put his comb and the tongs, which were kept warming in the corner in a

brasier.

And then the encouragements of the artist to the crowd!

“Look here! look here!” said he; “how will that do, my friends--if you

don’t sleep on the top of it! There you are, for a twelvemonth! and

these are the latest novelties from Belem and Rio de Janeiro! The

queen’s maids of honor are not more cleverly decked out; and observe, I

am not stingy with the pomade!”

No, he was not stingy with it. True, it was only a little grease, with

which he had mixed some of the juices of a few flowers, but he plastered

it on like cement!

And as to the names of the capillary edifices--for the monuments reared

by the hands of Fragoso were of every order of architecture--buckles,

rings, clubs, tresses, crimpings, rolls, corkscrews, curls, everything

found there a place. Nothing false; no towers, no chignons, no shams!

These head were not enfeebled by cuttings nor thinned by fallings-off,

but were forests in all their native virginity! Fragoso, however, was

not above adding a few natural flowers, two or three long fish-bones,

and some fine bone or copper ornaments, which were brought him by the

dandies of the district. Assuredly, the exquisites of the Directory

would have envied the arrangement of these high-art coiffures, three and

four stories high, and the great Leonard himself would have bowed before

his transatlantic rival.

And then the vatems, the handfuls of reis--the only coins for which the

natives of the Amazon exchange their goods--which rained into the

pocket of Fragoso, and which he collected with evident satisfaction. But

assuredly night would come before he could satisfy the demands of

the customers, who were so constantly renewed. It was not only the

population of Tabatinga which crowded to the door of the loja. The news

of the arrival of Fragoso was not slow to get abroad; natives came to

him from all sides: Ticunas from the left bank of the river, Mayorunas

from the right bank, as well as those who live on the Cajuru and those

who come from the villages of the Javary.

A long array of anxious ones formed itself in the square. The happy ones

coming from the hands of Fragoso went proudly from one house to another,

showed themselves off without daring to shake themselves, like the big

children that they were.

It thus happened that when noon came the much-occupied barber had not

had time to return on board, but had had to content himself with a

little assai, some manioc flour, and turtle eggs, which he rapidly

devoured between two applications of the curling-tongs.

But it was a great harvest for the innkeeper, as all the operations

could not be conducted without a large absorption of liquors drawn

from the cellars of the inn. In fact, it was an event for the town of

Tabatinga, this visit of the celebrated Fragoso, barber in ordinary and

extraordinary to the tribes of the Upper Amazon!