Across the Andes . Their slitted nostrilswould twitch and their slender ears wiggle in anagony of nervousness, while their eyes, the mostbeautiful, pleading, liquid eyes in the animal 0 UT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN 111 world would behumid with hysteri-cal fear. Yet fromtheir infancy theyhave seen men andhorses, pack-trains,and all the travelof the mountainsand plateaus. Butthe apparent gen-tleness of the llamais purely superfic-ial; for it can spitwith unpleasant ac- aymara DsiveR op pack to repel a frontal approach, while its rearand flanks are guarded by padded feet that arevicio
Across the Andes . Their slitted nostrilswould twitch and their slender ears wiggle in anagony of nervousness, while their eyes, the mostbeautiful, pleading, liquid eyes in the animal 0 UT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN 111 world would behumid with hysteri-cal fear. Yet fromtheir infancy theyhave seen men andhorses, pack-trains,and all the travelof the mountainsand plateaus. Butthe apparent gen-tleness of the llamais purely superfic-ial; for it can spitwith unpleasant ac- aymara DsiveR op pack to repel a frontal approach, while its rearand flanks are guarded by padded feet that arevicious in their power and uncertainty. To theAymara the llama is transportation, food, wool,and fuel. An Aymara child can do anythingwith a llama, and with nothing more than hershrill little voice; but in the presence of a whiteman it is a creature of hysterical and timidpeevishness. As we filed by these pack-trains, the Aymaradriver would remove his native hat of coarsefelt, leaving the head still covered by his gay,. 112 ACROSS THE ANDES woolen nightcapwith its flappingear-tabs, and mur-mur a respectfulTata! to whichwe would politelyreturn a Buenosdias, tata, unlessthe driver hap-pened to be awoman, in whichcase we would sub-stitute the corres-ponding Mama for the OF A GANG OP PRISONERS. Xhc womcn would plod along barefooted while they spun yarnfrom a bundle of dirty, raw wool held un-der one arm. As the yarn was spun, it wasgathered on a top-like distafif dangling at the endof the woolen thread. In some miraculous wayit was never permitted to lose its spinning twirl,and at the right moment always absorbed theadditional thread, so that it never was permittedto drag along the trail. At her little homesomewhere on the inter-Andean plateau, she will
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