THE PAMPAS—PROVINCE OF 

 SANTA FE': 



Travelling from Buenos Aires to Mendoza by 

 myself, with a virloche, or two-wheeled carriage-^ 

 entrance behind — two side-seats — had two peons — * 

 Pizarro, who had already travelled twelve hundred 

 miles, and Cruz, a friend of Pizarro, had travelled 

 for three days a hundred and twenty miles a day — 

 Pizarro 's fidelity and attention — at night when he 

 got in, his dark black face tired, and covered with 

 dust and perspiration — his tongue looked dry, and 

 his whole countenance jaded — yet his frame was 

 hard as iron. His first object at night to get me 

 something to eat — to send out for a live sheep — He 

 made a fire and cooked my supper — as soon as I 

 had supped, he brought me a candle at the carriage 

 door, and watched me while I undrest to sleep 

 there — then wished me good night, got his own 

 supper, and slept on his saddle at the wheel of the 

 carriage. As soon as I awoke, and, before day- 

 light, anxious to get on, I used to call out " Pi- 



