Across the Andes . hills thatwere within vision. The smoke of a rubber pickers hut drifted upfrom a little gully below us and the arriero cameback with a chicken, a bunch of platanos andsome onions. The grub box was empty and forthat day we had been going on a handful of ricefor breakfast, and parched corn and Indiancigarettes. Not a sign of game had been en-countered since leaving Guanai, not even a birdbig enough to eat. The mules were thin andgaunt, for them there had been only what theycould forage in the jungle or here and therealong the trail. From here on there was a fairly defined trai
Across the Andes . hills thatwere within vision. The smoke of a rubber pickers hut drifted upfrom a little gully below us and the arriero cameback with a chicken, a bunch of platanos andsome onions. The grub box was empty and forthat day we had been going on a handful of ricefor breakfast, and parched corn and Indiancigarettes. Not a sign of game had been en-countered since leaving Guanai, not even a birdbig enough to eat. The mules were thin andgaunt, for them there had been only what theycould forage in the jungle or here and therealong the trail. From here on there was a fairly defined was also a continuation of small rivers andhalf the time we seemed to be fording. An oc-casional rubber pickers hut was in plain viewand the late morning smoke from their curingfires rose from many points in the forest. Asugar-cane finca with its distillery alongside forcanassa spread beyond a broad, muddy mules forded this river, as did the arriero,but there was a bridge there, a rough tower and. On the -Rope a Trolley Worked Back and Forth frcm whichwas Suspended a Tiny Platform THROUGH THE JUNGLE 259 platform on either side of the river and a ropestretched across. On the rope a trolley workedback and forth from which was suspended a tinyplatform for the passenger to straddle. On thefarther platform an Indian ground the windlassthat produced the ferriage. It cost four cents,gold, to be hauled across high in the air, overthis affair. The old Indian at the distillery sold us somereal bananas, some platanos, and three latter is one of the rarest of articles in anyIndian or Cholos shack, for always there is a petmonkey and the monkey is more fond of eggs—quite as much for the delicious thrill of break-age as for their flavor—than the Indian; also heis far more adept at finding them and it is a veryvigilant hen indeed that can guard her full origi-nal setting of eggs once the monkeys agile sus-picions are aroused. One more camp in thehacienda of Vil
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