142 A BOOK-LOVER'S HOLIDAYS 



are developed. Thanks to Doctor Moreno, the 

 Argentine end of it is already a national park; 

 I trust the Chilean end soon will be. 



We left Bariloche in three motor-cars, know- 

 ing that we had a couple of hard days ahead of 

 us. After skirting the lake for a mile or two 

 we struck inland over flats and through valleys. 

 We had to cross a rapid river at a riffle where 

 the motor-cars were just able to make it. The 

 road consisted only of the ruts made by the 

 passage of the great bullock carts, and often we 

 had to go alongside it, or leave it entirely w^here 

 at some crossing of a small stream the ground 

 looked too boggy for us to venture in with the 

 motor-cars. Three times in making such a 

 crossing one of the cars bogged down, and we 

 had hard work in getting out. In one case it 

 caused us two hours' labor in building a stone 

 causeway under and in front of the wheels — 

 repeating what I had helped do not many 

 months before in Arizona, when we struck a 

 place where a cloudburst had taken away the 

 bridge across a stream and a good part of the 

 road that led up to it on either side. 



In another place the leading car got into 

 heavy sand and was unable to move. A party 

 of gauchos came loping up, and two of them 

 tied their ropes to the car and pulled it back- 



