Through the heart of Patagonia . , and thegeese were away. W^e lay up for a time, but the birds did notreturn, so we took a turn westwards in the hope of getting somecoots I had observed the day before upon another lagoon, close toLake Buenos Aires. Upon the shore of the lake a smart showerof sleet, hail, and rain overtook us, and we had to lie down in thelee of a thorn-bush. I saw one golden guanaco racing along ahill-top against the sunset. Some coots were on the lake; Ishot four, but contrary winds drove them out into the water toodeep to venture after them, and we turned campwards empty-ha
Through the heart of Patagonia . , and thegeese were away. W^e lay up for a time, but the birds did notreturn, so we took a turn westwards in the hope of getting somecoots I had observed the day before upon another lagoon, close toLake Buenos Aires. Upon the shore of the lake a smart showerof sleet, hail, and rain overtook us, and we had to lie down in thelee of a thorn-bush. I saw one golden guanaco racing along ahill-top against the sunset. Some coots were on the lake; Ishot four, but contrary winds drove them out into the water toodeep to venture after them, and we turned campwards empty-handed. ??• Pampa travel is like cricket in that it defies forecast. Sometimes everythingfalls in right, at other times nothing comes opportunely to hand. THE KINGDOM OF THK WINDS 123 As we galloped over the hills the clouds broke on the westernside of the lake, and made a scene ominously beautiful. Therifted dusky blue, the long pale gleam of water shining like anangels sword, the white snow-peaks, the purple-black bell) of. :>-^-«.
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