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some months earlier. We were soon deep in talk about the 

 Cordillera, and all that had happened to the three of us since we 

 last met at the Hotel Phcenix in Buenos Aires. Mr. Waag 



PUNTA ARENAS 



had had a successful time about Lake Puerrydon, and Mr. Von 

 Plaaten Hallermund at Lake San Martin. Meantime the Elena got 

 in her anchor, and we were in the Magellan Straits by nightfall. 



And so we reached Punta Arenas, where I was shown much 

 hospitality by Mr. Perkins, and where I had the pleasure of meet- 

 ing Mr. Fred Waldron, in whose company, as well as that of Mr. 

 Waag and Mr. Von Plaaten Hallermund, I made the passage to 

 Buenos Aires by the Pacific Company's steamship the Orellana, 

 and so home. 



To turn for a moment to the personal point of view. I had 

 landed in Patagonia with enthusiasm, and I left it not in the least 

 damped or disheartened in that enthusiasm, but very much the 

 opposite. I had learned many lessons of life, passed through 

 many experiences, explored a small part of the earth's surface, 



