Through the heart of Patagonia . r Sunday and march to-morrow. Burbury is makinga plum-duff. Served out tobacco this morning. Mock Sundav and at rest, a time for dreaming. Awav athome the trees are browning. How ones heart turns to theni anddreams of them ! The men born out here wonder how we canlook forward to the hap])iness of going home, perhaps for the sightof some village church hidden in I^nglish lanes and fields. Halfthe charm of this life we are living out here lies in thinkingof our return to the land that gives us all comfort and a silentwelcome of green springs. Went out to-day afte
Through the heart of Patagonia . r Sunday and march to-morrow. Burbury is makinga plum-duff. Served out tobacco this morning. Mock Sundav and at rest, a time for dreaming. Awav athome the trees are browning. How ones heart turns to theni anddreams of them ! The men born out here wonder how we canlook forward to the hap])iness of going home, perhaps for the sightof some village church hidden in I^nglish lanes and fields. Halfthe charm of this life we are living out here lies in thinkingof our return to the land that gives us all comfort and a silentwelcome of green springs. Went out to-day after the lion andfound tracks, but the ground was too hartl for following themup. He lives in a xalley of grey dead bush. As we wciii a\\a\-from the dead guanaco yesterday, a condor {Sarcor/ia/ft/>/iits 46 THROUGH THE HEART OF PATAGONIA gyyphus) appeared and dropped on tlie carcase almost before weleft it. October 14, Sunday.—We o-ot away at nine oclock and camefast. The miiddv narrow Chico flowinij throui-h a land which looks. GUANACO HOLNDS. ( AND MOTHER OK THE AUTHOR S HOUND, TOM. as if it led over the edge of the world. It reminds one of a flowering-wilderness. Last night we tied up the dogs, and dear old Tomhowled till I had to get up and correct him. When up I let poorlittle Lady loose, the last service I was ever destined to do for her,for to-day the waggon went over her belly, and she lies dead on thetrack a few leagues back. She was six months old, always cheerful,and wagging her whip of a tail, always up to the march. Half anhour before she died I saw her hunting a young fox, her had brown eyes and 1 had got fonder of her than I used to drive her from her food, biting her, and from thesoftest bed, and I am now glad to think I sometimes made himgive way to her. Just before Ladys death, I shot a cavyiyDolichotispatagonica) with the Mauser. He gave me a nice shot THE BATTLE OF THE HORSES 47 sitting up on his haunches, near the track on the sky
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