HINTS TO IMMIGRANTS.

Southland Times, Issue 733, 7 October 1867, Page 3

HINTS TO IMMIGRANTS.

The Petersburgh " Index" thus takes off some features of the popular furore ior Brazil :— There is a delightful region in South America, accessible by steamboat, which is not only pleasant to live in, but affords a charming prospect for who wish to die, as well as to live, easy. It is peculiarly well suited to those of our. fellow citizens who look forward for support to public offices and confiscation. The vegetation of the country is perennial, and the splendor and elegance of nature are, beyond description, fine. The emigrant, like the native, has only to Btep ashore, go into the woods, and be happy. He reclines, with dignified ease, under the first clump of trees. On looking up, he discovers the bread-fruit growing, and above that the pendant branches of the cocoa-nut. In the same woods the shirt-tree grows, described by the celebrated traveller, Humboldt. The, tree is felled with an ordinary knife, the skin is taken off, two arm-holes are cut, and there is the shirt. A work of five poor little minutes, such as one might go through with lazily in an idle spell whittling off the small end of nothing with a chunk of soft pine. To vary the diet one need only whistle for a native, who will come, and for the consideration of half a cent will produce from his traps two dozen woodcocks, which are plentiful there, and as we all know, are most delicious eating. For one cent you may obtain a bushel and a half of sweet potatoes. The yam, indeed, grows almost spontaneously, and is brought to its perfection by being simply poked in a hole and covered with sand — an operation requiring no more energy than is necessary to dip up a gourd of water and drink. All sorts of fruits grow in the greatest abundance, and force themselves into observation by their profusion. Death in that country is, as we have intimated, easy. All that is necessary is for one to satiate himself with yams, bread-fruit, shirts, grapes, and laziness and lie down in a juugle and go to sleep. When he awakes he will find himself in the belly of a boa-constrictor, or heaven, or perhaps somewhere else.