Through five republics on horseback; being an account of many wanderings in South America . e ground he realized that he had killed his favoritehorse he cried like a child. I passed this deadanimal several times afterwards and saw theynltares clean its bones. It served me as a wit-ness to the results of ungoverned passion. The Gaucho does not, and would not under anyconsideration, ride a mare; consequently, forwork she is practically valueless. Strain, whorode across the pampas, says: In a single yearten million hides were exported. For one or twodollars each the buyer may purcha
Through five republics on horseback; being an account of many wanderings in South America . e ground he realized that he had killed his favoritehorse he cried like a child. I passed this deadanimal several times afterwards and saw theynltares clean its bones. It served me as a wit-ness to the results of ungoverned passion. The Gaucho does not, and would not under anyconsideration, ride a mare; consequently, forwork she is practically valueless. Strain, whorode across the pampas, says: In a single yearten million hides were exported. For one or twodollars each the buyer may purchase any number;indeed, of such little worth are the mares thatthey are very often killed for their hide, or toserve as food for swine. At one estancia I visitedI was informed that one was killed each day forpig feed. The mare can be driven long distances,even a hundred miles a day, for several successivedays. The Argentine army must surely be themost mobile of any in the world, for its soldiers,when on the march, get nothing but mares fleshand the custom gives them great facility of move. The Argentine Republic. ment. The horse has, more or less, its standardvalue, and costs four or five times the price ofthe mare. Sometimes it happens that the native finds acolt which is positively untamable. On the cheekof such an animal the Gaucho will burn a crossand then allow it to go free, like the scape-goatmentioned in the book of Leviticus. The native horse is rather small, but very wiryand wild. I was once compelled, through sick-ness, to make a journey of ninety-seven miles,being in the saddle for seventeen consecutivehours, and yet my poor horse was unable to getone mouthful of food on the journey, and thesaddle was not taken off his back for a momentHe was very wild, yet one evening between fiveand eight oclock, he bore me safely a distanceof thirty-six miles, and returned the same dis-tance with me on the following morning. Hehad not eaten or drunk anything during thenight, for th
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