46 IN THE WILDS OF SOUTH AMERICA 



of Cartago, found the arriero who was awaiting us with 

 the animals, and were off for Cartago a league away. The 

 town was enveloped in inky blackness, and fast asleep, 

 notwithstanding the early hour. A stray dog barked and 

 a mule whinnied, but there were no other signs of life. 



