Identifier: onewayroundsouth00pren (find matches)
Title: One way round South America, from manuscript, notes and letters of Delight Sweetser Prentiss ... illustrated from photographs
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Prentiss, Delight Sweetser. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Indianapolis, The Bobbs-Merrill company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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here is no wind. Thewind is always bitter cold, and sometimes a veri-table hurricane sweeps through the gap againstwhich the mules can not mount. Mules and menmust crouch against the earth until the windsviolence is past. The route up to the Cuevas lies over a per-fectly barren lower mountain, which blocks theend of the valley and fills what would otherwisebe a lower passage through to the Chilian side.At one time a wagon-road was completed fromrailway to railway, but the winter storms havedestroyed it in many places and necessitated themule trails again. The trail zigzags up the moun-tain-side, and when our party was set a-windingup the slope we looked like nothing so much asants crawling up a mound of sand. A super-annuated mule with no harness, a bell around hisneck, was the pilot, leading the way, and theother mules following. I felt most unhappywhen any of the baggage-laden mules came nearme, for they were loaded well out on each sideand were only particular about finding a place
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ACROSS THE ANDES in for themselves, giving no thought to the scraping-off possibilities of their wide loads or to thenerves of travelers. Our irrepressible Englishfriend, Mr. R—, convulsed us by speaking intones and terms of affectionate praise to his ill-looking mule, calling him Beauty, Beauty,Good Mule, and Baby, when we were follow-ing along a narrow, precipitous path, then lam-basting him soundly on more level and less dan-gerous stretches. It was not at all a bad journeyup, though a little frightful to look back over oursteep path. The sun was getting well up, therewas no wind, and, laden as we were with woolensand coats and over them heavy ponchos, the con-venient and picturesque outer garment of thecountry, we did not suffer from the cold. Neitherdid we suffer from puna, the mountain sickness,fortunately, though we were now at a height ofeleven thousand feet above the ocean level. They who have a really perilous journey andsuffer great hardship are the brave fellows who,in t

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