ROAD TO GUATAVITA. l87 



About two we parted, after many a kind 

 farewell, hoping that our next meeting 

 might be in England, there to talk over 

 all our adventures. 



At first, my friend and myself went very 

 silently cantering along the road, but at 

 last his lively disposition broke the spell, 

 and we got into an interesting conversa- 

 tion on the future prospects of Colom- 

 bia. Wrapt in these pleasing dreams, (for 

 I almost felt myself a Colombian son of 

 freedom,) the shades of evening overtook 

 us, as we arrived at a small farm-house, 

 with the mistress of which my companion 

 was acquainted ; here we found our bag- 

 gage, and determined on remaining for the 

 night. We accordingly turned our horses 

 loose, to roll in the yard, of which all the 

 animals of this country are particularly 

 fond. We then procured them some Indian 

 corn and bran ; after which we sat down to 



