My Air-Ships the Story of My Life

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Two young Brazilian boys strolled in the shade, conversing. They were simple youths Of the interior, knowing only the plenty of the primi tive plantation where, undisturbed by labour saving devices, Nature yielded man her fruits at the price of the sweat Of his brow. They were ignorant of machines to the extent that they had never seen a waggon or a wheel barrow. Horses and oxen bore the burdens of plantation life on their backs, and placid Indian labourers wielded the spade and the hoe. Yet they were thoughtful boys. At this moment they discussed things beyond all that they had seen or heard.