66 WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA. 



escuse esta carta escrita sin tinta, porque un Indio dcxo caer mi 

 tintero y quebrose. Dios le de a VM. muckos aiios de salud. 

 Entretanto, tengo el honor de ser 



Su mas obedeciente servidor, 



CARLOS WATERTON. 



EEMAEKS. 



"Incertus, quo fata ferant, ubi sistere detur." 



KIND and gentle reader, if the journey in quest of 



the wourali poison has engaged thy attention, probably 



thou mayest recollect that the traveller took leave of 



thee at Fort St. Joachim, on the Rio Branco. Shouldst 



thou wish to know what befell him after- 



Illness at 



Fort st. Jo- -wards, excuse the following uninteresting 



achim. 



narrative. 



Having had a return of fever, and aware that the 



further he advanced into these wild and lonely regions, 



the less would be the chance of regaining his health ; 



Returns to h e g ave U P a ^ idea of proceeding onwards, 



Demerara. ^ went gi ow i v ^ck towards the Deme- 



fara, nearly by the same route he had come. 

 Fails of the O n descending the falls in the Essequibo, 

 iseqmbo. -which form an oblique line quite across the 

 river, it was resolved to push through them, the down- 

 ward stream being in the canoe's favour. At a little 

 distance from the place, a large tree had fallen into the 

 river, and in the meantime the canoe was lashed to one 

 of its branches. 



The roaring of the water was dreadful; it foamed 

 and dashed over the rocks with a tremendous spray, 

 like breakers on a lee shore, threatening destruction to 

 whatever approached it. You would have thought, by 

 she confusion it caused in the river, and the whirlpools 



