Across the Andes . e) 264 The Tacana brides, adjusted for themselves comfortable niches in the cargo 314 At the tiller presided a huge Tacana _ 316 Never was such an exhibition in the history of firearms . 319But it was monkey that furnished them with the greatest delicacy 323 Often we pass a little shelter of palm leaves . . 326 Night camp on the Rio Beni on the way out {facing page) 328 It was only the shack of a lonely rubber picker .... 330 In the thin blue smoke, it at once turned a pale yellow . 332Justice is administered according to the standards of his submissive domain 333 The bolach
Across the Andes . e) 264 The Tacana brides, adjusted for themselves comfortable niches in the cargo 314 At the tiller presided a huge Tacana _ 316 Never was such an exhibition in the history of firearms . 319But it was monkey that furnished them with the greatest delicacy 323 Often we pass a little shelter of palm leaves . . 326 Night camp on the Rio Beni on the way out {facing page) 328 It was only the shack of a lonely rubber picker .... 330 In the thin blue smoke, it at once turned a pale yellow . 332Justice is administered according to the standards of his submissive domain 333 The bolachas of rubber are threaded on long ropes . 348 Dragging a batalon around the portage of the Madeira Falls 351 ACROSS THE ANDES ACROSS THE ANDES CHAPTER I OLD PANAMA^ AGAMEMNON, AND THE GENIALPICAROON IT was in Panama—the old Panama—and infront of the faded and blistered hotel that Imet him again. A bare-footed, soft-voicedmozo had announced that a person, a somebody,was awaiting me below. Down in the broken-. ANNOUNCED THAT A PERSON, A SOMEBODY, WAS AWAITING MEB£I,OW, 13 14 ACROSS THE ANDES tiled lobby a soured, saffron clerk pointed scorn-fully to the outside. Silhouetted against the hotshimmer that boiled up from the street was ajaunty figure in a native, flapping muslin jacket,native rope-soled shoes, and dungaree breeches,carefully rolling a cigarette from a little bag ofarmy Durham. It turned and, from beneaththe frayed brim of a native hat, there beamedupon me the genial assurance of Bert, one timeof the Fifth Army Corps, Santiago de Cuba,and occasionally of New York; and within myheart I rejoiced. Without, I made a signal thatsecured a bottle of green, bilious, luke-warmnative beer and settled myself placidly for en-tertainment. A panicky quarantine stretched up and downsome few thousand miles of the West Coast thatleft the steamer schedules a straggling fifteen dull, broiling days I had swappedhopes and rumors with the polyglot steamshipclerk or hung idly
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