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fellow I know ; lie is at it from morning to niglit^ and 

 this, smoking cigaritos_, wearing high -keeled boots, and 

 riding a prancing horse, constitutes his paradise. A 

 Santiaguino will do anything in the world for show ; he^ll 

 haggle with a cabman over five cents, and will give a 

 dinner that costs him two hundred dollars — but everyone 

 must know it ; in his own house he will live in the 

 kitchen and eat bread and beans, that he may furnish 

 two reception rooms with Parisian furniture, and keep 

 a carriage ; he delights in high-sounding names, as 

 Senor Don Hermenejildo Celestino somebody or other, 

 who you find is a cheesemonger or a tailor. He will 

 swear you are the best fellow in the world, and he^s your 

 best friend, and sell you a thousand dollars' wortk of 

 sham silver-mining stock next minute. Talk about 

 your Jew ! Why, a Chileno would draw his eye teeth 

 for him in a crack. The great and universal failing, the 

 national vice, is an unconquerable dislike to cold water, 

 or water in any shape,*for the purpose of washing; they 

 never wash — no half measures about it. The first thing 

 a Chileno does when he is sick is to stop the cat's-lick 

 he gives himself once a day, and tie his head up in an 

 enormous great linen bandage passed under his jaws. 

 Anyone who has been in Chile a day will remember the 

 numbers of people one sees in the street with their heads 

 tied up. It gives a new comer the idea that a free 

 fight has taken place in the streets the day before. 



As I was passing down the Calle Huerfanos I saw a 

 procession of saints. I am happy to say that a great 

 movement is on foot to put a stop to these monstrous 

 devices of the padres. It is astonishing how any civilised 

 human being can witness one of these processions, much 

 less join in one of them, without feelings of profound 



