Across the Andes . ttle of atrocious brandy intomy saddle-bag, and added a pious Lord blessye, sari for he was a Methodist, and on Sundayafternoons, in support of his orthodoxy, ap-peared in the plaza loaded down with massivesilver ornament, a frock-coat, a battered silk hatbalanced on his shaven, bullet-head, a heavy, sil-ver-studded stick, and a black volume under hisarm. As there was no chapel, this illusivechurch stroll was purely a surviving symbolism. The jam of pack animals in the narrow streetstraightened out under the stimulus of the ar-rieros rawhide thongs and we clattered by thelit
Across the Andes . ttle of atrocious brandy intomy saddle-bag, and added a pious Lord blessye, sari for he was a Methodist, and on Sundayafternoons, in support of his orthodoxy, ap-peared in the plaza loaded down with massivesilver ornament, a frock-coat, a battered silk hatbalanced on his shaven, bullet-head, a heavy, sil-ver-studded stick, and a black volume under hisarm. As there was no chapel, this illusivechurch stroll was purely a surviving symbolism. The jam of pack animals in the narrow streetstraightened out under the stimulus of the ar-rieros rawhide thongs and we clattered by thelittle plaza and on up a narrow, rain-washedgully flanked with the thatched mud huts of theAymaras, on past the walled cemetery and into OVER THE FIRST GREAT PASS 141 the steep trail that led up themountains. High above us thepeaks were still hidden in softmasses of clouds that were alreadygolden under the first rays of themorning sun. The trail woundin and out, fol-lowing the traceof the steep foot-hills that b u t -. SCATTERED IN HYSTEEICAI, FLIGHT UP AND DOWN THE PRECIPI-TOUS SLOPES. tress Mount Sorata, but always rising, sometimesabruptly, and then again in a series of steadilyascending dips along a succession of narrowledges. 142 ACROSS THE ANDES On one of these nar-row ledges we camearound a corner suddenlyon a large pack-train ofX llamas and on the in-) stant they scattered in^)// hysterical fright up anddown the precipitous,1. slopes with the sure-foot- edness of mountain-goats.\ An hour later we could/ still see their Aymaradrivers, far below us,crawling over the slopeswith the slings hurlingpebbles at the stupidbeasts in their efforts tocollect them on the the semi-tropical vegetation thatflourished in the loweraltitude of the village ofSorata disappeared;more rugged and succeeded, andthese, too, in their turn
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