Through the heart of Patagonia . slip off—the horse would standwhere you left him until you came for him again. There wereothers, of course, who, if you loosed the cab^esto, were off to campat a gallop, and where quickness is so important, they made sporta little of a penance. But to return to our first visit to the Jeinemeni. In the cahadoiiwe came upon a guanaco, and I stalked him. The bullet tookeffect, and the poor beast plunged into the abyss below. W^efollowed him down a few hundred feet, but finding the way besetwith loose stones, and, consequently, on the raw bare cliff, ratherdangerou
Through the heart of Patagonia . slip off—the horse would standwhere you left him until you came for him again. There wereothers, of course, who, if you loosed the cab^esto, were off to campat a gallop, and where quickness is so important, they made sporta little of a penance. But to return to our first visit to the Jeinemeni. In the cahadoiiwe came upon a guanaco, and I stalked him. The bullet tookeffect, and the poor beast plunged into the abyss below. W^efollowed him down a few hundred feet, but finding the way besetwith loose stones, and, consequently, on the raw bare cliff, ratherdangerous, we returned with much toil to our horses. It had takenus one and three-quarter hours to climb five hundred feet. Any horse, even that old Pritz, is better than a mans ownlegs, said Jones feelingly. Arrived in time—the fulness of time—at the top of the cliff, we sat down and rested. As we weredoing so Jones perceived a cloud of dust uprising in the valleyand drew my attention to it. It was coming towards us, but we were. J X V s vS a*
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