52 Idle Days in Patagonia. 
rushes under the gaunt, leafless trees, for the sea- 
son was midwinter. The weather was the worst I 
had experienced in the country, being piercingly 
cold, with a violent wind and frequent storms of 
Black Vulture. 
rain and sleet. The rough, wet bolegs of the trees 
rose up tall and straight like black pulars from the 
rank herbage beneath, and on the higher branches 
