PICHINCHA, FROM MACHACHI. 



CHAPTER XI. 



upo:n^ aj^ ascent of pichii^cha. 



On" my return to Quito I found Jean-Antoine was indisposed. 

 Externally, there did not seem to be much the matter with him. 

 He said that his complaint was an internal one, and that his blood 

 had been turned sour by the crevasse episode. This dangerous 

 malady, however, yielded to the benign influence of the universal 

 remedy (see p. 50), and in a short time he declared himself fit for 

 active service. 



There was something else, too, calculated to sour the temper. 

 The stench of the putrid ox-cheek pervaded everything, and each 

 day the Carrels took a load of foul tins down to the Machangara 

 (a rivulet that runs through Quito) to try to rid them of the 

 abominable odour by scouring them bright with sand ; a very 

 mean and menial occupation — almost as bad as carrying home 



