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A GIANT GUIDE. 



embarked the day before yesterday, and after 

 sixteen hours* run in very rough water, we 

 anchored in the roads, and I came on shore 

 immediately, to Mr. Hamilton's quinta. This 

 looks dismal enough, without the cheerful faces 

 that lately occupied it. 



The motion of the brig, and a sleepless night, 

 sent me at once to bed, with a racking head- 

 ach, but to-day I am well again. The doctor 

 has gone into the town to prepare for our 

 journey. Our guide, who has been well recom- 

 mended to me, is a Patagonian in size, measur- 

 ing full six feet five. He is said to be of the 

 breed between an Indian and Spaniard. He 

 will break the backs of half the horses he rides, 

 but his open and determined countenance has 

 prepossessed me in his favour. 



Puente de Marquez, twenty-one miles from 

 Buenos Ayres. — We started after an early din- 



