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FEELINGS ON THE SUBJECT. 



died, who gazed at it a moment, then looking at 

 me in the face, shook his head with much appa- 

 rent feeling, lifted up his shoulders, and sighed : 



Pobre companero," poor companion; then, 

 as if stifling a sigh to his memory, lifted up his 

 load, and hastened forward. Here was reflec- 

 tion for me. I cast my eyes first at the blanched 

 corpse, now covered with snow, then at his 

 companion, then on the dreary regions around 

 me, when, finding a tear of sympathy involunta- 

 rily starting to my eyes, I pushed forward, wish- 

 ing almost to forget I had ever seen it. 



After five leagues of labour through the snow, 

 we arrived at the Casucha de Pujios, without 

 once treading on a spot of earth. This was the 

 miserable place our peon spoke of, and where 

 lay the bones of the mule they had subsisted 

 upon for twelve days. The snow now began to 

 fall so thick that it was truly dismal to look at. 

 The miserable casucha was nearly buried, hav- 

 ing a perfect wall around it near six feet high. 



