This 1915 volume recounts Captain Thomas Whiffen's travels in Brazil and Colombia in the region between the rivers Issa (or Ica) and Apaporis, and the Putumayo District. The study looks at the way in which the indigenous peoples, especially the Boro and Witoto, relate to their land. He describes their way of life, including their homes, agriculture, food, weaponry, warfare, clothing, health and medicine, songs and dances, magic and religion, tribal organisation, the social status of women, and their reaction to strangers. The practice of cannibalism is also addressed and Whiffen suggests some possible reasons for it, including vengeance and supreme insult to enemies, the need to consume all available meat, and the desire to adopt some characteristics of the dead. Appendices include detailed lists of the Native Americans' physical features, deities, vocabulary, and names, and an example of tribal poetry.

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BEEPING OFF THE BT . THOMAS WITH MAffT, M StAAnOHS JRY HFKXAKI J. NVAl l I R JACK DUNCAN 7ORK C F, 7 Urr N S U, INC O OFF THE SHELF, COPYRIGHT, I 9 28 B T- ir. rip. DUTTOW CO., INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED I If U. S. A. First Printing . . . Oct. 1028 Second Printing . . Dec. t 193 1 29 t, MHI, l VniH 1 1. N V Sill I iMK i l ttH1i CONTENTS CHAPTER I. I BEGIN MY LONG CLIMB, Page 3 II. I Boo THE GOOSE, 30 III. DRAWING NEAR THE ROMANCE OF MY LIFE, 38 IV. MR. WHIFFEN, 47 V. THE FIRST TRIP TO AMERICA, 59 VI. THE ENGLISH TROUPE BREAKS UP, 72 VII. A ROMANTIC INCIDENT, 78 VIII. OUR FIRST TRIP TO THE FAR WEST, 95 IX. THE Two ORPHANS AND PINAFORE, 112 X. THE MIKADO, 134 XL DEATH OF MR. WHIFFEN, 151 XII. TRBLAWNEY OF THE WELLS, 158 XIII. Miss ANGLIN AND THE GREAT DIVIDE, 172 XIV. VAGRANT MEMORIES, 179 XV. MORE SCATTERED LEAVES, 188 XVL A FEW QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS, 196 ILLUSTRATIONS MRS. THOMAS WHIFFEN AS SHE Is TODAY, Frontispiece SISTER SUSAN, Facing Page 8 AND How WE ALL CRIED THERE ON THE GRAY DOCK Page 13 AUNT LOUISA PYNE AND MRS. WHIFFEN IN HER FIRST OLD LADY PART, Facing Page 18 OLD DRURY LANE THEATRE, Page 21 OLD COVENT GARDEN, Page 25 IM GOING TO DANCE WITH THE GALTON GIRL, Page 33 SISTER SUSAN AND MRS. WHIFFEN WHEN THEY WERE PLAYING AT THE ROYALTY, Facing Page 42 DALBY TELLS ME You ARE GOING TO AMERICA, Page 6 1 MR. AND MRS. THOMAS WHIFFEN WHEN THEY FIRST CAME TO AMERICA IN 1868, Facing Page 66 MRS. HORACE LINGARD, Facing Page 82 FAY TEMPLETON, MAY THE FAY, WHEN SHE WAS THE INFANT PRODIGY OF HER FATHERS COMPANY, Facing Page 90 A YOUNG MAN NAMED DAVID BELASCO, Facing Page 98 N THE EVENINGS THEY FLOCKED TO OUR PER FORMANCE AND THREW MONEY ON THE STAGE, Page 107 vii ILLUSTRATIONS MODJESKAAT THE HEIGHT OF HER CAREER, Facing Page 118 MRS. WHIFFEN AS BUTTERCUP IN THE FIRST AMERICAN PRODUCTION OF PINAFORE Facing Page 124 THOMAS WHIFFEN AS SIR JOSEPH IN THE FIRST AMERI CAN PRODUCTION OF PINAFORE, Facing Page 130 ToM AND I DINED WITH SULLIVAN AT OLD DEL MONICOS, Page 137 SCENE FROM THE PRIVATE SECRETARY, BY WILLIAM GILLETTE, Facing Page 146 MEMORIAL TABLET IN ROCHESTER CATHEDRAL, Facing Page 154 THEN THE CARRIAGE STOPPED ANI OFF STEPPED Two OF THE QUEENS SIKHS, Page 161 MRS. WHIFFEN AND O. P. HEGGIE IN THE ALL-STAR REVIVAL OF TRELAWNEY OF THE WELLS, Facing Page 182 JOHN DREW AS SIR WILLIAM IN TRELAWNEY OF THE WELLS, Facing Page 192 vm KEEPING OFF THE SHELF CHAPTER I 7 Segin 7lfy ong Climb FAR UP IN THE BLUE Ridge mountains of Virginia, there is a little cabin. Fruit trees are around it and a stream chuckles through bright green willows. The bl. ue mountain peaks hem it in like walls f velvet, and at night the fireflies are thick ill the tall grass. Below is a tiny village, and up the winding road are the rude houses of the good colored folk who greet me so softly as I pass. There is infinite peace here, and the days go by in gentleness. Here my son plows the fields and my daughter brings me fruit from the orchard, and no one asking for interviews knocks at my humble door. There is a feeling of Eng land that I know in this beautiful country side, anci there is also the feeling of rural America, and so here I have them both, the 3