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WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA. 



escuse esta carta escrita sin tinta, porque un Indio dexo caer mi 

 tintero y quebrose. Dios le de a VM. muchos anos de salud. 

 Entretanto, tengo el honor de ser 



Su mas obedeeiente servidor, 



Carlos Watertox, 



EEMAEK Sc 



"Incertus, quo. fata ferant, ubi sistere detur." 



Kind and gentle reader, if the journey in quest of 

 the wourali poison has engaged thy attention, probably 

 thou mayest recollect that the traveller took leave of 

 thee at Fort St. Joachim, on the Eio Branco. Shouldst 

 L thou wish to know what befell hirn after- 



Illness at 



Fort st. Jo- wards, excuse the following uninteresting 



achini. ' ° ° 



narrative. 



Having had a return of fever, and aware that the 

 further he advanced into these wild and lonely regions, 

 the less would be the chance of regaining his health ; 



Returns to ne g ave up ai l idea of proceeding onwards, 

 Demerara. and went s i ow i y towards the Deme- 



rara, nearly by the same route he had come. 



Fails of the On descending the falls in the Essequibo, 

 Esseqmbo. w hich form an oblique line quite across the 

 river, it was- resolved to push through them, the down- 

 ward stream being in the canoe's favour. At a little 

 distance from the place, a large tree had fallen into the 

 river, and in the meantime the canoe was lashed to one 

 of its branches. 



The roaring of the water was dreadful; it foamed 

 and dashed, over the rocks with a tremendous spray, 

 like breakers on a lee shore, threatening destruction to 

 whatever approached it. You would have thought, by 

 the confusion it caused in the river, and the whirlpools 



