390 Voyage of the Novara. 



in whicli the free-and-easy occupants loll about In grass ham- 

 mocks or rocking-chairs, fanned by the cool sea-breezes, in a 

 state of dreamy dolce-far-niente. Altogether Chorlllos is a 

 very unpretending and altogether uncomfortable place, in 

 which there is little room for elegancy or self-aseertion, the 

 President of the Republic himself occupying a wretched, dirty 

 Eancho. Don Ramon passes most of his time in the gaming- 

 room, where he is a much-desired and most welcome guest, on 

 account of the large sums which he is in the habit of wagering. 



On a lovely June morning, about 6.30 a. m., we rode out of 

 Chorillos, and three hours later reached the ancient Pacha- 

 camac,* a Quichua village close to the sea-shore, with the tem- 

 ple of the Sun there existent at a period antecedent to the 

 Tncas, and which was afterwards dedicated by the Incas to 

 the service of the invisible God. These ruins are much older 

 than those of Cajamarquilla. They are partly of clay-tile, 

 but by far the largest part consists of hewn stone, held to- 

 gether by mortar, the whole presenting, even in its ruined 

 state, a lasting and massive aspect. Of the temple which 

 once stood here, there is, however, no trace at present visible 

 beyond mere indistinct traces of the foundation. 



In the midst of a spacious Indian village there is seen a 

 hill about 400 feet high, with artificial terraces in regular 

 gradation, and surrounded by lofty walls, that look as though 

 they had been battlemented. On this rising ground once 

 stood the temple which the Yuncas had built in honour of 



* Pachacamac, the invisible God, i. e. " he who created the earth out of nothing." 



