Angol which has a cavalry regiment is rather a pretty 

 place as far as Chilian towns go. 



A biggish river streams across it and is spanned by a 

 stone bridge which one has to pass before entering the town. 



The hotel I went to, was kept by a Frenchman or 

 better by a man whose father had come from France and 

 who spoke French fluently. 



My first question, after having admired the truly magni- 

 ficient orange trees in the courtyard, was after the 

 Auracaria woods. 



I had good luck this time! 



"You are just coming to the right man", was the smiling 

 answer. "I cut a bit of forest some ten years ago and 

 that was not far from the "P/na/es" (woods of Auracaria 

 imhricata). 



"How far away is it"? was my answer. 



"Oh you will have to ride at least 5 hours to get there, 

 it will take you a couple of hours to see the woods and 

 it will take another 5 to get back. So it will take you 

 just 12 hours to ride! if you care to do that"! 



I was only too glad to hear that the thing could be 

 done. It was Saturday, my host promised me a good 

 horse for the Monday morning at 6 a m. and a mounted 

 guide to show me the way, and would arrange some food 

 for the day. 



So every thing was settled apparently for the best, but 

 on Sunday chancing to speak to a Chilian gentleman who 

 lived in those parts and telling him my plans, I was 

 rather taken aback by the view he took of my expedition. 



"Have you an armed escort?" was his first question. 



No I certainly had not thought about that and did not 

 have one. 



I answered him to this effect and he said quietly "well 

 take the advice of a man of the country and don't go, 

 it might cost you your life. No one lives in those moun- 

 tains and the only people you may meet will be robbers, 

 I would not go for any thing!" 



I did not like to give up my Finales and told him so. 



Notes from tlie Leyden IVIiiseum, "Vol. XXXV". 



