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galloping over the plain when I arrived in safety 

 at the hut. 



M f Lean and T were impatiently awaiting our 

 dinner, when we perceived a large horse gallop- 

 ing up to the post-hut, with something white on 

 his back, so small that, until it almost reached 

 us, we could not distinguish it to be, what in 

 fact it was — a little urchin, four years old, with 

 nothing on but a w T hite shirt. This was the 

 postmaster's son; and, on seeing him, his 

 mother went out to tell him to drive a cow into 

 the coral. Off he darted again, apparently as 

 much at ease on horseback as a gaucho of four- 

 and-twenty. 



The teal were at last roasted and served up ; 

 but the mosquitoes, and other insects, worried 

 us so much, that we put out the lights, which 

 attracted them, and dined quite in the dark. 



Before I turned into a ship's hammock which 



