THE PA.MPAS. 



The priest ate the heart, and seemed to enjoy his 

 repast as much as I did. He was silent, but very 

 kind, and occasionally nodded at the dish and 

 said to me, " Come bien!" (Eat well.) After the 

 lamb he brought out a box of sweetmeats, and he 

 then put his hand up the large loose sleeve of his 

 white serge gown and pulled out some cigars. 



Next morning at day-break we started. The 

 French Colonel's servant now began to complain, 

 and after riding one hundred miles I saw no more 

 of him, as he and the Scotch gentleman who had 

 accompanied me stepped at sunset. I rode on 

 about twenty miles, and the next day I rode one 

 hundred and twenty miles, and reached Buenos 

 Aires about two hours after sunset. 



