. To the River Plate and back; the narrative of a scientific mission to South America . mes beeris sold everywhere throughout Argentina and the southeastern suburbs of the same town, nearthe railway, is a large glass-factory, engaged princi-pally in making beer-bottles, hundreds of thousandsof which, piled up in the yards, covered acres of thesurface. The materials of manufacture are largelyimported from Europe. The night fell quickly over the landscape. Wereached La Plata without having made a stop. Onalighting from the train I was struck with the grandioseproportions of the railwa
. To the River Plate and back; the narrative of a scientific mission to South America . mes beeris sold everywhere throughout Argentina and the southeastern suburbs of the same town, nearthe railway, is a large glass-factory, engaged princi-pally in making beer-bottles, hundreds of thousandsof which, piled up in the yards, covered acres of thesurface. The materials of manufacture are largelyimported from Europe. The night fell quickly over the landscape. Wereached La Plata without having made a stop. Onalighting from the train I was struck with the grandioseproportions of the railway terminal. It recalled Char-ing Cross or Waterloo. I said to Professor Roth: The blood of a great many beeves must have paid forthis structure. He laughingly assented, and said:Yes; everything in this country is made of beef orwheat. We stepped out of the depot upon a bril-liantly lighted avenue. The carriage of the good doctorwas awaiting us, and we were quickly conveyed to hisresidence, where from his charming family we receiveda welcome full of Teutonic warmth, and presently sat. Montcvitlco and the Ki\Lr Tlatc \oj down to a table abounding in good cheer. After dinnerwe were driven in the darkness to the residence of theDirector of the Observatory, where we received anothercordial welcome. The air was chilly, and it was pleas-ant to gather in the cosy sitting-room before the grate inwhich glowed a cheerful fire of Welsh anthracite. Thefuel of Argentina as well as the pavements come fromacross the seas. We talked about the far-away land inthe north which we had recent)} left. We discoveredthat we had many mutual friends. And then at last Iwas ushered into my bed-room, a chamber recalling inits appointments and lordly size the stately homes ofSpain. Adjoining it was a handsomely furnished salon,which my host informed me I was free to use as a placein which to receive visitors. The silence of the night was unbroken save by thevoice of a small owl in the tree-tops, and I fell a
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