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it to have taken place as related. The ef- 
fect, however, on the Indians, we are told, 
was marvellous. They looked on Peter of 
Candia as one of the children of the sun 
descended from heaven.  * With this 
belief,” says Garcilaso, “they came and 
adored him as the son of their god, and 
conducted him to his temple, which was 
lined with plates of gold, that he might see 
how they worshipped his father in their 
land. After shewing him the temple, the 
service of plate, and all the wealth and or- 
naments belonging to it, they conducted 
to the palace of his brothers the Incas, 
whom they idered like him the children 
of the sun. They led him through all the 
chambers, halls, and opariments ^ their 
goldentapestries. Theysh eser- 
vice of the Inca, which, down to : —— 
ers, pots, and jars for the use of the kitchen, 
was of gold and silver. They entered the 
gardens, where Peter of Candia saw shrubs, 
trees, plants, animals, and reptiles, as we 
have related was the custom in the royal 
gardens, imitated to the life; at all which 
the Christian was more astonished than 
had been the Indians at the sight of him." 
Chap. xii. vol. vi. Spanish Edition, Madrid 
1804. "There is a hut built near the spot 
where once, probably, stood the altar. 
What the Spaniards destroyed, and what 
they thus substituted, are thus placed in 
direct comparison. 
On the 6th of Nov. I set off for Payta. 
This journey is performed by mules of the 
country, which can travel with little rest, 
little food, and little water. Having pro- 
vided the necessary stock of provisions, 
and a large calabash to hold water, I took 
leave of my friends in Tumbez, and set off 
about midday with my Sambo guide.. The 
road crosses the two branches of the river, 
and passes immediately at the feet of the 
_ Inca's Temple, whence it diverges, follow- 
mg Ae. low chain of cliffs towards the 
NARRATIVE OF A JOURNEY.TO PAYTA, 
of the ground, consisting of dry ravines and _ 
cerrites, or little hills. Towards the even- — 
ing we reached the beach at the point called | 
Malpaso, “bad pass," because the foot of 
the cliffs is here washed by the tide, and it. 
is necessary to wait for the ebb. We tra- 4 
velled along the bare sands till about ten | 
P.M. when we halted where a patch of dry - 
grass served to pasture the mules, lighted — 
a fire, supped and slept till near day-break, | 
when we continued our journey in the same - 
manner along the beach. We halted to - 
breakfast under a projecting cliff, and were 
continuing our march when we encountered 
a traveller from Payta who had stopped for — 
the same purpose. He inquired my name, - 
and gave me letters from Mr. Pflucker, and — 
a packet from the British Consul, in which | 
I found letters from my oldest and dearest - 
friends in England, who could scarcely | 
have imagined they would have reached | 
me under circumstances so little resem- 
bling the ordinary events of our own coun- — 
try. The object in this day's journey was — 
to arrive at a place called Mancora, where 
the first water is to be found after leaving 1 
the river of Tumbez. Toward the evening, 
after wandering a little bewildered on the - 
deserts bordering the sea-beach, we gained — 
the tract leading to the stream. My dog, © 
who had been tormented all day by the ` 
heat and tantalized by the salt tide, seemed - 
had refreshed himself in the river some time 
before we arrived. The scanty streamle 
by swarms of seni: podend by the” 
vicinity of the water, and thought it better - 
