TOWN OF SAN LUIS. 



In the morning, morales and the peons standing 

 bj the fire — the blaze making the scene behind 

 them dark and obscure — the horizon like the sea, 

 except here and there the back of a cow to be seen 

 — waggon and coach just discernable. 



In the hut all our party occupied with the 

 baggage — lighted by a candle crooked and thin — 

 Scene of urging the patron (Master) to get horses, 

 and Marequita to get milk — the patron wakening 

 the black boy. 



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Twelfth day. — Left the post hut with three 

 changes of horses to get to San Luis, distant thirty- 

 six miles — inquired the way of one of the Gauchos 

 who was drawing the carriage — he dismounted and 

 traced it with his finger on the road — we were to 

 turn off, -when about three leagues, at a dead horse 

 which we should see. I then galloped on with one 

 of my party, knowing that we were to see no 

 habitation until we got to San Luis — we had three 

 hours and a half of day-light. About half way we 

 began to think we had lost our path ; however, we 

 were sure to be wrong if we stopped to debate, and 

 we therefore galloped on. Our horses got tired. 



