Through the heart of Patagonia . urbury led a horse in front,and the others followed meekly in his track. We had wastedseveral hours in neofotiatin- the first barranca, and it was soontime to camp. As we had no meat, 1 went to sec it I couldnot kill some geese [Chlocphaga inagc/Zanica), which I hadobserved ui)on a neck of land, that stretched out into theriver. There were five geese, and 1 was luck)- enough to kill 74 THROUGH THE HEART OF PATAGONIA two, both females, which are very much more tender than themales. On one side of the camp was a chain of small lagoons,evidently formed by the over
Through the heart of Patagonia . urbury led a horse in front,and the others followed meekly in his track. We had wastedseveral hours in neofotiatin- the first barranca, and it was soontime to camp. As we had no meat, 1 went to sec it I couldnot kill some geese [Chlocphaga inagc/Zanica), which I hadobserved ui)on a neck of land, that stretched out into theriver. There were five geese, and 1 was luck)- enough to kill 74 THROUGH THE HEART OF PATAGONIA two, both females, which are very much more tender than themales. On one side of the camp was a chain of small lagoons,evidently formed by the overflow of the river, and in one of theseI saw a flock of brown pintails. These were easily stalked behindthe rushes, and the discharge of two barrels of the 12-bore left five upon the water. At dark astorm of rain blew up. October 30.—This car-going work is very weari-some, and has got upon ournerves. Even in ones sleepone sees the reeling, writhingmass of kicking and strug-gling cargtieros on the whiteand raeeed-sided bairanca*. ^^ THE ALAZAN COLT (NEARLY KILLE Got off at and reachedthe River Mayo, a very smallD ON THE SENGUERR) Stream herc, flowing througha wide valley lined by baresteep cliffs 200 feet or so in height. We are all becoming quiteexpert with the cargoes ; Burbury and Barckhausen, and Jonesand 1 work in pairs. The newness has now worn off the ropes,and haulng on them does not any longer cut our hands. Stillan occasional cargo shifts, and the horse, wildly refusing to becaught, gallops away kicking at his cargo. Thus did the Alazanto-day, scattering Mauser ammunition among the bushes, andkicking the spout from our last kettle, so that we can only fillit half full. There is comparatively little game in this bit of country, fewguanaco, and those very wild because of the Indians, whose beatwe are now approaching. When there is rain, which fortunatelyis not often, we have to carry our change of clothing upon oursaddles to dry them. To-day Jones was very much lo
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