Through the heart of Patagonia . THl. INDIAN IKAIL coast, and my desire was to arrive there as soon as possible inorder to have plenty of time to carry out my projects before wintermade travelling of any kind impc^ssible. Once we reached theRiver Bel^rano our difficulties would be over, that we knew ; butin order to attain this end we had to pass through a region some-what waterless and stonylying on the verge of thel)asalt wilderness, into whichwe had straved. To get away from thisbasalt region was, of course,our iirst desire. Could webut find the Indian trail, whichwe were sure must be at no
Through the heart of Patagonia . THl. INDIAN IKAIL coast, and my desire was to arrive there as soon as possible inorder to have plenty of time to carry out my projects before wintermade travelling of any kind impc^ssible. Once we reached theRiver Bel^rano our difficulties would be over, that we knew ; butin order to attain this end we had to pass through a region some-what waterless and stonylying on the verge of thel)asalt wilderness, into whichwe had straved. To get away from thisbasalt region was, of course,our iirst desire. Could webut find the Indian trail, whichwe were sure must be at nogreat distance, and whichstretches, leading one fromcamp to camp, all the way from Lake Buenos Aires to Punta Arenas, with a branch in thedirection of Santa Cruz, our troubles would be at an end. Owing,however, to the lesseninof number of Indians, the track is now onlvclearly visible for half a mile at a time in the neighbourhood oifords and other difficult places. To return to our search. I3urbury and I had started eo
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