. The Andes and the Amazon :|bor across the continent of South America. ridgethe little Machangara hastening to pay tribute to the Pa-cific, we leave behind its the dirty, dilapidated suburbs ofthe capital. Soon we cross another bridge—the Bridge ofBuzzards—spanning a deep ravine, and gallop through thePlaza de Santo Domingo. Very different are the sightsand sounds from the stir and style of Central Park. Thescene has a semi-oriental cast^—half Indian, half Egyptian,as if this were the confluence of the Maranon and N^ of men—not crowds, for there is plenty of elbow-room in Ecuador—in
. The Andes and the Amazon :|bor across the continent of South America. ridgethe little Machangara hastening to pay tribute to the Pa-cific, we leave behind its the dirty, dilapidated suburbs ofthe capital. Soon we cross another bridge—the Bridge ofBuzzards—spanning a deep ravine, and gallop through thePlaza de Santo Domingo. Very different are the sightsand sounds from the stir and style of Central Park. Thescene has a semi-oriental cast^—half Indian, half Egyptian,as if this were the confluence of the Maranon and N^ of men—not crowds, for there is plenty of elbow-room in Ecuador—in gay ponchos stand chatting in frontof little shops, or lean against the wall to enjoy the sun-shine ; beggars in rags or sackcloth stretch forth their lep-rous hands for charity; monks in white, and canons inblack, walk in the shade of immense hats; shoeless soldierssaunter to and fro; Indians from the mountains in everyvariety of costume cluster around heaps of vegetables forsale; women in red, brown, and blue frocks are peddling Quito, feom the Nokth. 61. oranges and alligator pears, or bearing huge burdens ontheir heads; children, guiltless of clothing, and obtuse don-keys, wander whithersoever they will; and water-carriers,iilHng their jars at the fountain, start off on a dog-trot. We cross the Plaza diagonally, pass down the Calle deSan Fernando, up the Calle del Algodon, and through thebusy Calle del Correo, till we reach the Casa Frances^ op-posite the mansion of the late General Flores. This is our 62 The Andes and the Amazon. hotel—owned by a Frenchman, but kept by an Indian. Weride under the low archway, bowing with ill grace, like allrepublicans unaccustomed to royalty, tie our beasts in thecourt-yard, ascend to our spacious quarters on the secondfloor, and, ordering coffee, seat ourselves in the beautifulbalcony to talk of Quito and Quitonians.
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