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JOURNEY ACROSS 



must have been, to have escaped from the dex- 

 terous and savage pursuit of the Pampas In- 

 dians. We rose however at three, breakfasted, 

 and galloped off before sunrise, without moles- 

 tation. 



As we rode through an algaroba wood we found 

 some handsome gauchitas milking, who were 

 very pressing in offering us milk — making, all 

 the time, pretty Spanish speeches, and placing 

 every thing they had at our command. Unfor- 

 tunately we were in too much haste to profit by 

 their politeness. 



As we emerged from among the trees, the 

 Sierra of Cordova opened to view on the right, 

 and we continued to approach it in an oblique 

 S. westerly direction all day. The ground here 

 was more undulating than usual, and my little 

 horse got so tired that I was left behind by the 

 rest of the party, and out of their sight. Whilst 



