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A FILTHY POST-HUT. 



As we were determined to go, in spite of 

 the charms of these ladies, they sent out their 

 servant to lasso the best horses they had ; one 

 of which, as I mounted him, I was informed, 

 had always the honour of carrying one of 

 the Senoritas when she was disposed to ride, 

 u Vayan ustedes con dios" they all cried out, 

 shaking hands with us as we mounted. 



We started at a canter, and did not halt 

 until we reached the next post-hut. Here we 

 overtook the officer and his party, who, on 

 seeing us approach, waited our arrival, though 

 they were in the act of starting. 



This was a filthy and miserable post-hut, 

 which our guide had cautioned us not to sleep 

 at, as he knew the master of it to be an arrant 

 rogue. We immediately demanded horses for 

 ourselves ; but the man refused them peremp- 



