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caught our little friend, and, liking his pace, let him stretch himself 

 a little on the way back over the edge of the marsh. He stretched 

 himself to such good purpose that he was ridden in the next day's 

 races and won the three events, although he was carrying a stone 

 and a half more than the others ! Our course lay through a belt 

 of thick bushes, but, barring these, was good enough. At any 

 rate, it turned out excellent fun, and we all enjoyed our races. 



The only one of us who did not get a prize was riding a horse 

 which came to us with rather a bad name, and which, immediately 

 the others started, dashed back to the troop. 



During the afternoon we made up our cargoes ready for the 

 morrow's start, after our Christmas dinner, of which I print the 

 menu : 



LAGO BUENOS AIRES, 1900. CHRISTMAS DAY. 



At 5 o'clock P.M. 



Notice. — Come early to get a good helping. 



Menu. 



Common or Garden Duff k la Azulejo. Condiment au lait Suisse. 



GRAND DUFF k la H. Jones avec muscatelles. 



Boeuf. 



Ostrich k la Patagonie. 

 (If you want it.) 



Gigot de Guanaco. 

 (Order beforehand.) 



Cocao au lait"i 

 The aulaitl Suisse. 



Vieux Cognac avec vulcanite. 

 Plug Tobacco. 



God Save the Queen. 



In the evening after dinner we indulged in some shooting 

 matches— with the damaged Colt — which Barckhausen won. 



On December 26 we bade good-bye to Horsham Camp. After 

 a long interval the cargiieros were once more loaded up, and the 

 whole troop tailed away to the eastward. Is any sight sadder 

 than a deserted camp ? The dead or dying camp-fire, the broken 

 remains of food surprised by the sun, the litter, the bare rubbed 



