Through the heart of Patagonia . e travellers most unquenchable desires,this hankering to go where no other man has yet been. It springs,1 su])])ose, from the undefined thought that in the unknown every-thing is possible, though few things perhaps come to pass. From afar the forests appear to rim the slopes and spurs of theCordillera with a seemingly impenetrable mass of blackness, reach-ing towards and often running up into the snowdine; as youapproach the colour assumes its true hue, a deep dense green, agreen that seems to have the quality of absorbing light, so that,as you gaze upon the ex
Through the heart of Patagonia . e travellers most unquenchable desires,this hankering to go where no other man has yet been. It springs,1 su])])ose, from the undefined thought that in the unknown every-thing is possible, though few things perhaps come to pass. From afar the forests appear to rim the slopes and spurs of theCordillera with a seemingly impenetrable mass of blackness, reach-ing towards and often running up into the snowdine; as youapproach the colour assumes its true hue, a deep dense green, agreen that seems to have the quality of absorbing light, so that,as you gaze upon the expanse of foliage stretchin^j^ back into thedistances, fold beyond fold, where the valleys and mountain-sidesclose in behind each other, an impression of gloom and mysterylays hold upon your mind. Upon still nearer inspection you findthe trees ranked in heavy phalanxes, while between their close-settrunks has grown up an under-tangle of thorn. Old storms haveoverthrown manv of the (giants, so that thev lie in tens and twenties, J. O u r. O -I J 0y.
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