Under the Southern cross in South America . Callao oursteamer resembled a floating menagerie. We had one hundred andfifty steers on board, besides crates, coops and boxes of chickensand ducks. We also had parrots—cages of them; I counted thir-ty-five of these screaming, ear-splitting, nerve-wrecking, peace-de-stroying nuisances. Early on the morning of March 1, we arrived at Callao, the portof Lima, after a run, or rather a crawl, of thirty-six hours fromSalaverry, and fourteen days out from Panama. By an ordinarilyfast steamer and without making stops, this journey, which is onlyfifteen hundr
Under the Southern cross in South America . Callao oursteamer resembled a floating menagerie. We had one hundred andfifty steers on board, besides crates, coops and boxes of chickensand ducks. We also had parrots—cages of them; I counted thir-ty-five of these screaming, ear-splitting, nerve-wrecking, peace-de-stroying nuisances. Early on the morning of March 1, we arrived at Callao, the portof Lima, after a run, or rather a crawl, of thirty-six hours fromSalaverry, and fourteen days out from Panama. By an ordinarilyfast steamer and without making stops, this journey, which is onlyfifteen hundred miles, could be easily accomplished in three days. Callao has a fine harbor, stone pier and superior dock accommo-dation. There is always a bustle and activity which reminds one ofa busy Northern port. More than a thousand vessels touch hereevery year. There was a perfect forest of masts and spars—themerchantmen of many nations. Everywhere both afloat and ashorethere were signs of the restless activity which characterizes
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