loG RAMBLES AFTER SPORT. 



Just before we readied Paiigue we passed along a narrow, 

 lane, the hedges of which were completely covered with 

 the blue (rare) species of tropseolum. The effect wa& 

 perfectly lovely. Pangue is an establishment for the 

 washing of ores; the metal, which averages something 

 like seven per cent., is first of all crushed by stamps 

 moved by water-power, and is then run through troughs- 

 and sieves, which divide it into different sizeS, and con- 

 duct it into large vats, where it is gradually washed and 

 separated from the rock, till it attains a ley of thirty per 

 cent or thereabouts. Pangue itself is rather a pretty 

 place, situated at the head of a charming little valley. 

 Next evening, in company with Mr. K., I started for the 

 mining town of Andacollo. 



After a ride of two hours, my companion pulled up at 

 the door of a farm-house, which he said it would be im- 

 possible for him to pass by without stopping to say how- 

 d^ye-do, as the people would never forgive him. The 

 name of the place was 'Same, and the " poople" were 

 three of the prettiest girls I had seen for a long time. 

 Of course, we had immediately to dismount, and I very 

 soon saw, by sundry little preparations that went on, 

 that that was the end of the journey for the day. In 

 about half an hour I was talking away with the prettiest 

 of the three — dear me, what eyes that girl had ! — and 

 eating casuela as if I had been an inmate of the house 

 for a year. I think I could eat casuela de polio on my 

 deathbed; it is made of chicken, milk, eggs, potatoes, 

 &c. ; you must get an old woman, about eighty-five years 

 old, who does nothing else but make casuelas, to concoct 

 it ; and then — eat it and be thankful. After discussing 

 some half a dozen platefuls of this, the guitar was 

 brought out, and the serious business of the evening 



