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PASSAGE ACROSS 



rid of, he dismisses, or perhaps conceals, his re* 

 sentment, and instantly assumes a look of patience 

 and resignation, which are really also the cha- 

 racteristics of his race, and which support them 

 under all their sufferings and privations. 



As soon as the baggage-mules were ready, we 

 took up our pistols and carbines, and after mount- 

 ing our mules, and shaking hands with the crowd 

 who had assembled in the yard, we bade adieu to the 

 Fonda of Mendoza. The last person that I bade 

 farewell to, was the old black cook, who was really 

 crying to see us go. She was one of the most 

 warm-hearted and faithful creatures I had ever met 

 with. She came to me just before I started, to 

 beg me to take care of myself, and she was then 

 half laughing and half crying. I was at the 

 moment going to throw away a pair of green 

 goggle- spectacles, with shining, lackered rims, 

 which I had bought to cross the snow of the Cor- 

 dillera, but which I had just condemned as trouble- 

 some and useless ; however, seeing the old woman's 

 grief, I gave them to her, and put them on the 

 bridge of her short black nose, sticking the ends of 

 them into her woolly hair. She considered it,. 



