A CHILEAN RONDEO 129 



shouting good-by. He was a tall, powerfully 

 built, middle-aged man, with fine, clean-cut 

 features; his brightly colored mantle streamed 

 in the wind, and he sat in the saddle with utter 

 ease while his horse tore over the ground along 

 side us. He was a noble figure, and his fare 

 well to us was our last glimpse of the wild, old- 

 time huaso life. 



