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and covered with beautiful, soft, reddish wool. 

 My dog evidently did not know what to make of 

 him, and seemed to think very little of him. 



Finding I could not move the carcase, I went 

 back and got one of the men, with whose assist- 

 ance I dragged it down to the beach. 



The turkey buzzards now crowded round for 

 their share of the spoil, and we could not get 

 rid of them until I had shot one, and spread his 

 corpse over the guanaco, pour encourager les 

 autres. 



Joining Packe, I found that he had wounded 

 another guanaco, which had crossed the water 

 and escaped on the other side. 



It was now nearly dark, so we made the best 

 of our way to the ship. 



Leaving Mare Harbour the next morning at 

 daylight, we steamed through the reefs which 

 surround its entrance, but, like all the rocks 

 on this coast, they are so clearly marked by 

 kelp as to be easily seen and avoided, and 

 anchored off Lively Island for a few hours. 

 Weighing again, from there we reached 



