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the most adverse circumstance. The long brave 

 struggle was, at length, fitly rewarded by Ameghino's 

 appointment to the Directorship of the National Mu- 

 seum at Buenos Aires, a post which he held to the end 

 of his life. 



Santiago de Chile was and is a superb city, the snow- 

 capped Andes in plain view and the lovely little park, 

 called the Cerro Santa Lucia, to stroll in during the late 

 afternoon. I wonder whether the old sign over the en- 

 trance to the Protestant Cemetery there is still in place. 

 The inscription ran something Uke this, "Here lie interred 

 those who, unable to enter Heaven, were not welcome in 

 Hell." If the Good Neighbor Policy works both ways, 

 and I believe it does, this sign has probably long since 

 disappeared. 



General Kilpatrick, an old friend of my father, had 

 married a Chilean lady, a Valdivieso. The widow was still 

 alive when we were in Santiago for the Scientific Congress 

 in 1908. She was a direct descendant of Ponce de Leon, 

 knew everybody in Santiago, and, though we were enter- 

 tained officially as delegates, she showed us many charm- 

 ing attentions which opened up the life of a most polite 

 and cultivated society. 



It is worth a trip to Peru if only to hear the Peruvians 

 speak Spanish. They, with the people of Colombia and 

 of Costa Rica, do perfect justice to the stately measures of 

 that most majestic and sonorous of all the languages. I say 

 this praying that my Brazilian friends will not be furious 

 at the implied slur on Portuguese. Whenever I read a bit 



