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The National Geographic Magazine 



THE VALLEY OF YUCAY 



blooms. To travelers long on the bleak 

 Puna the Valley of Yucay seems an en- 

 chanted vale. 



As we descended from the heights of 

 Chinchero by the steep, narrow, winding 



trail the wonderful scenery put me into 

 an exalted mood. I was a Quichua prin- 

 cess carried by my willing slaves down 

 to the beautiful summer palace of my 

 father, the Inca ; only just then my tired 



