Through the heart of Patagonia . %^i^^ 41 a. ^ BACK TO CIVILISATION 173 thrust itself upon you. One felt a mere atom, and the thought offinding- oneself condemned to live there alone seemed too awful toface. The bare, round-headed hills looked old and bald, eternalwinds (though not so strong as nearer to the lake) whistled sadlyas before, and on all sides pampa pebbly and grassless, ridge onridge, horizon on horizon, mirage on mirage. Suddenly, during that night, the sky became black over thedistant Cordillera and the rain began. Immediately we slung upthe tents. Oh, those tents, what a comfor
Through the heart of Patagonia . %^i^^ 41 a. ^ BACK TO CIVILISATION 173 thrust itself upon you. One felt a mere atom, and the thought offinding- oneself condemned to live there alone seemed too awful toface. The bare, round-headed hills looked old and bald, eternalwinds (though not so strong as nearer to the lake) whistled sadlyas before, and on all sides pampa pebbly and grassless, ridge onridge, horizon on horizon, mirage on mirage. Suddenly, during that night, the sky became black over thedistant Cordillera and the rain began. Immediately we slung upthe tents. Oh, those tents, what a comfort they were at the end ofa weary march ! We had no adequate poles and no bushes or pegsto hang them upon, but we got them up somehow and put thecargo round them. Then we crept inside and listened to the warm beds, the rugs, the candle and tobacco and books. Itwas homelike. And the dry shirt one could put on within thatshelter, with the rain, rain outside! W^hen you have slept out inall weathers vou bes^in to understand the full lux
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