Across the Andes . nd a board, while similar oars are used by thecrew who drive a wooden pin for an oarlock atany convenient spot along the reed-bundlegunwale. In this kind of an outfit they put outon the lake fishing for the little fish that aloneseem to have survived in the cold waters, orshuffling across the waves from the coast to onelittle sugar-loaf island after another in theirnative trade. In Pizarros day it was probablythe same—costume, craft, and barter. One more night in the cramped wardrobe ofthe Yavari—during which my solution of al-cohol and salicylic acid procured in flea-bitten
Across the Andes . nd a board, while similar oars are used by thecrew who drive a wooden pin for an oarlock atany convenient spot along the reed-bundlegunwale. In this kind of an outfit they put outon the lake fishing for the little fish that aloneseem to have survived in the cold waters, orshuffling across the waves from the coast to onelittle sugar-loaf island after another in theirnative trade. In Pizarros day it was probablythe same—costume, craft, and barter. One more night in the cramped wardrobe ofthe Yavari—during which my solution of al-cohol and salicylic acid procured in flea-bittenLima—against other similar emergencies—didvaliant service, and in the morning we awoke tothe clatter of the Indian mate and his Quechuacrew as they made the little steamer fast to thedock at Guaqui. From here a railroad runsover a continuation of the level high plain andpast the ruins of Tiajuanaca to the edge of theplateau above La Paz. The valley of La Pazis a vast crack torn in the level plain as by some. In Pizarros Day It Was Probably the Same—Costume, Craft, and Barter THROUGH THE INC A COUNTRY loi primeval cataclysmic blast; on the farther sidethere is the tremendous peak of Illomani with acape of perpetual snow far down its grimflanks; far ofif in the ragged valley and sometwo thousand feet below the railroad terminal isthe capital of Bolivia, La Paz. Once no trolleywound its way down the steep sides, and in thosedays there still gathered at the station everyDeadwood and express coach that had everexisted at the north. A crew of runners wouldmeet the train, pile all the freight and pas-sengers that were possible inside, lash the reston the roof, and then with their four or sixhorse teams—never an animal free from a col-lar gall—on a dead run race for a place at theedge of the mesa in order to be the first on thewinding trail that led downward to the cracking, horses on the jump, coachesswinging and banging, here a hairy rawhidetrunk goes ofif, a
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