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For a long time neither wood nor bush was 

 visible, until, after great exertion and fatigue to 

 the horses, we reached a small lake, and saw, 

 on the opposite side, some trees, sheltering a 

 low flat-roofed house, which we were informed 



belonged to Don . Before we arrived 



we had to dash up to the horses' necks through 

 this piece of water, struggling over a bottom so 

 rough that every instant the galera was in danger 

 of being upset. 



We were soon kindly received by our 

 host, who stood at his door waiting our ap- 

 proach ; and glad we were to get safe within the 

 house. 



Partly from ill health, and partly from dissa- 

 tisfaction with the existing government, Don 



— has buried himself at a distance from 



the world in this solitary spot, where he has 

 become a very extensive breeder of cattle. He 



