Across the Andes . sedately in atrolley car and walk into the hotel with never ahair turned. CHAPTER VII OUT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN HERE in La Paz were completed the finalarrangements for reaching the interior;this was the last of the easy traveling,from now on it would be by pack train andsaddle, raft and canoe, and to gather them weadvanced from one interior town to another asbest we might. It was the third and last of theAndean series that was to be crossed, and it wasalso the highest and hardest. Daily we haggledwith arrieros over pack mules or rode to theircorrals in the precipitous subu
Across the Andes . sedately in atrolley car and walk into the hotel with never ahair turned. CHAPTER VII OUT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN HERE in La Paz were completed the finalarrangements for reaching the interior;this was the last of the easy traveling,from now on it would be by pack train andsaddle, raft and canoe, and to gather them weadvanced from one interior town to another asbest we might. It was the third and last of theAndean series that was to be crossed, and it wasalso the highest and hardest. Daily we haggledwith arrieros over pack mules or rode to theircorrals in the precipitous suburbs of the city andbetween times there were the odds and ends ofa big outfit to be filled in and the commissary tobe stocked. It was the last place where the littlethings of civilization could be procured, forthere was but one more real settlement, Sorataover the first pass, that could be counted uponfor anything that had been overlooked. Andthen one day it appeared as though we were complete. 103 ACROSS THE ANDES. HAGGLKD WITH ARRIBROS OVER PACK MULBS. The arriero came around and weighed thecargo and divided it in rawhide nets, equallybalanced, according to each individual mulescapacity and then even before daybreak on thefollowing morning we were off. It seemed like midnight. The dead, stillblackness of the night, with the lighter creviceof gloom that marked the dividing-line betweenthe curtains at the window gave no indicationof dawn, and only the echo of the little tinalarm-clock, with its hands irritatingly point-ing to the hour of necessity, indicated that at OUT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN 105 last the time was at hand for the actual entryinto the vague interior of South America. Athin tallow candle glimmered in the high-ceil-inged room and illumed flickering patches be-tween the areas of cold, uncertain darkness, andby its light I scrambled into breeches, puttees,and spurs, and buckled my gun under my heavy,wool-lined jacket. Down in the patio I couldhear an Aymara scufflin
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