Through the heart of Patagonia . err figws, and through which we afterwardstook our way, a perfect circle of hills of greatly varying heightssurrounded the small settlement. The huts belonged to a Welsh-man named William Jones, who, with his wife and six children, hadtrekked out here some six or eight months previously. One of the three huts, which was untenanted, Mr. Junes putat our disposal, and after taking off the cargoes, Burbury andScrivenor accompanied me across to William Joneshome. receivedus with hospitality and treated us to mati\\\\\\ milk,tea and scones, and we got a sig
Through the heart of Patagonia . err figws, and through which we afterwardstook our way, a perfect circle of hills of greatly varying heightssurrounded the small settlement. The huts belonged to a Welsh-man named William Jones, who, with his wife and six children, hadtrekked out here some six or eight months previously. One of the three huts, which was untenanted, Mr. Junes putat our disposal, and after taking off the cargoes, Burbury andScrivenor accompanied me across to William Joneshome. receivedus with hospitality and treated us to mati\\\\\\ milk,tea and scones, and we got a sight of ourselves in the looking-glass. The wind of the pampas had removed all the skin from ourfaces, and we were a ijood deal unlike the intlividuals who trcMii Trclew some four or live weeks before. 64 THROUGH THE HEART OF PATAGONIA That night the men slept inside the hut, but it was too warmfor my sleeping-bag, so I took up my bed and went out, passingthe night on the lee side of the hut. Perhaps what delio^hted us.
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